Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills

   Chapter 138 138. It's all yours

  A certain inn.

  Wan Zhilin violently brushed the teacup on the table to the ground again, "Waste! Waste! A bunch of waste!!"

   "There are more than 500 Class A killers who worked so hard to train, but none of them came back!"

   "Did they encounter a ghost? So many people can't kill six or seven people!"

   "Is it that difficult to kill Chu Qingzhi and Tang Jinghong? Missed again and again? What are you doing?"

   "Not to mention the loss of people, but also the loss of so many crossbow bolts. It takes a lot of effort to build crossbow bolts, don't you know?"

   "The imperial court doesn't have a strong crossbow yet, but our side has produced a strong crossbow. Doesn't this force the imperial court to focus on us?"

  Wan Zhilin vented his inner resentment in a roar, Chu Qingzhi and Tang Jinghong had already become his psychological shadow.

  The subordinate who reported the news to him fell directly to the ground this time, with his forehead on the ground. He didn't know why the two of them were so hard to kill. He had never encountered such a difficult task, but he really did his best!

  After Wan Zhilin finished venting, he sat down on a chair like a deflated ball.

  After losing so badly, how can I explain when I go back?

  After a long, long time, kneeling on his hands until his body became stiff, he asked cautiously, "Master, what should we do now?"

  After thinking about it, Wan Zhilin suddenly broke out with enthusiasm, "The drought is still going on, we still have a chance."

  He stared at his subordinates sternly, and ordered, "Increase the spread of rumors, it is best to arouse public anger, some people in the city have already died due to lack of water, go guide them, and make the city chaotic."

  The subordinate replied, "Yes, master."

  Wan Zhilin threatened in a deep tone, "If you don't do well this time, you can kill yourself and apologize."

"yes."

  …

  Imperial Palace.

  At night, the moon hangs high in the sky, emitting a bright and cool brilliance.

  In the room, the window was wide open, Qinghui broke into the room through the window, and hit a bright yellow figure, slender and majestic.

   With his hands behind his back, he quietly looked at the perennial crabapple tree outside the window.

  Half of his handsome face was hidden in the shadows, and it was obscure.

  A figure fell behind him, knelt on one knee, photographed the majesty of the other party, the figure buried his head, and presented a letter with both hands, "Your Majesty, a secret letter."

  The emperor turned slightly, took the letter over, and flipped through it quickly.

  As he read the letter, his expression became elusive, very complicated, mixed with joy and worry, and hesitant.

  He raised his head and looked at the unattainable bright moon in the sky. After a long time, he took a deep breath and finally made up his mind, "It can't be worse than this!"

  Going to court the next day, the emperor ordered that three days later, he would go to the Taimiao to pray for the people, and all the officials would accompany him, and the common people could also go together.

   Following the order, the officials of the Ministry of Rites quickly prepared.

  …

  Outskirts of the capital.

  Shen Yufeng returned to the barracks.

  Zhan Hongjun entered the capital alone.

  In the bamboo forest, beside a young bamboo shoot, Chu Qingzhi snapped her fingers at Tang Jinghong, and Tang Jinghong changed his appearance.

  It looks very ordinary, just throw it in the crowd, the kind of ordinary that no one will take a second look, even the temperament has become very ordinary, the appearance of ordinary people.

  She used to not shy away from using spells in front of Tang Jinghong.

  Chu Qingzhi took out a mirror from the bag, "Jing Hong, how do you see it?"

  Tang Jinghong looked at himself in the mirror, eyes full of strangeness, "Qingzhi, can you still change the appearance of people with the power in your body?"

  Chu Qingzhi trimmed Tang Jinghong's hair, looked at the unfamiliar face, feeling awkward, "This is a trick to cover the eyes, not a real change."

  Tang Jinghong looked at "myself" again, and asked, "What have you become?"

  Chu Qingzhi turned around and turned into a little woman, dressed in gray clothes, also very ordinary, "How about we pretend to be husband and wife?"

   The matter of begging for rain is too big to reveal the slightest flaw, otherwise she will have endless troubles.

   These words inadvertently teased Tang Jinghong again, his ears were slightly red, "It's very good."

  He looked at Chu Qingzhi intently, "From now on, we will be an ordinary folk couple."

  Chu Qingzhi raised her pink lips like peach blossoms slightly, "When the time comes, let's go on a mountain tour and be a fairy couple."

  Tang Jinghong's eyes were full of tenderness, "Okay."

  The vision of the two is excellent, but in the end, neither of them realized this simple wish.

  Then the two of them buried all the things that could prove their identity next to the young shoot, covered them with thick bamboo leaves, and arranged them until no flaws could be seen.

   The two entered the city.

  The prosperity of the capital surpassed Chu Qingzhi's imagination, the wide street where five horses walked side by side, bustling passers-by, and row upon row of buildings stretched far away.

  Ancient cities are always filled with a heavy sense of history. Every brick and every tile has its ancient charm.

Tang Jinghong directly took Chu Qingzhi to the best restaurant in the capital, and asked for the best private room. No matter what, Qingzhi had suffered so much with him, so she had to have a good meal before talking, " Qingzhi, order whatever you want."

  Chu Qingzhi was not polite, and ordered five dishes, shredded pork with Beijing sauce, braised shark's fin in yellow, sea cucumber with green onion, three non-stick, and Malian meat, all of which are famous dishes in the capital.

  While waiting for the food to be served, Tang Jinghong poured tea for Chu Qingzhi, "Order again if you can't eat enough, just eat enough."

  Chu Qingzhi felt pampered, she smiled and said, "Okay."

  The restaurant’s dishes did not disappoint Chu Qingzhi, every dish was delicious, "Jing Hong, do you often eat here?"

  Tang Jinghong said frankly, "No, I have been staying in the barracks all the time, eating meals in the army. I only return to Beijing when I report on my duties. Sometimes I will accompany Prince Zhao to eat here."

  Chu Qingzhi was a little surprised that Jing Hong can still be friends with the prince, which is amazing, "Who is Prince Zhao?"

  Tang Jinghong told the truth, "Prince Zhao is the younger brother of the current Holy Majesty. He and I are friends and we will drink together."

  Chu Qingzhi smiled and said, "You have quite a wide network."

  Tang Jinghong didn't think there was anything wrong with it, "I'm sorry for my temper, so I drink together or something. Actually, I don't have many friends. Qing Zhi, if you want, I would like to introduce you to some good brothers."

   "Jing Hong, I really want to meet your friend, but not this time, we can't let people know that we have returned to the capital."

   "Then let's treat them to dinner when we return to Beijing next time."

"good."

   After taking a few mouthfuls of rice, Chu Qingzhi suddenly turned her head to look at Tang Jinghong, "I have a question for you."

  Tang Jinghong picked up vegetables for Chu Qingzhi, "What question, you ask?"

  Chu Qingzhi smirked, and asked in a teasing tone, "Are there many girls in Beijing who have a crush on you?"

  The straight male general finally stopped being straight for a while, Tang Jinghong's heart skipped a beat, he shook his head blankly and said, "I don't know."

  Chu Qingzhi looked at Tang Jinghong with her chin propped on one hand, and didn't speak until she was embarrassed by the latter, "You are so good, I think there must be a lot."

  She changed her voice, "But they are not as lucky as me, so you are mine."

   Tang Jinghong's voice was intoxicating, "It's always been yours."

  (end of this chapter)