surnamed Wang

Hearing that the woman was willing to try it, Wang Yijing brought a bowl from the kitchen. The girl's boudoir cannot be entered casually, so the two went to his room.

Wang Yijing is an old man, the room is tidy, the bedding is neatly stacked, and the room has no peculiar smell. Li Ning'er joked:

"I didn't expect you to be a failure, but a gold jade."

"It's all a habit developed in the army. When you come to the fairy world, you must always pay attention to your image as a fairy."

The man mixed the mud in the bowl with a wooden stick, and the elixir was indeed a mud ball he kneaded from a lump of soil in the garden.

The woman was used to hearing the other party's nonsense, so she didn't take it seriously.

After Wang Yijing reconciled with the mud, he grabbed a handful with his hand and said:

"Come on, take off the veil."

"You want to wipe it for me?" The woman's eyes immediately panicked.

"Of course, it's a fairy medicine. If I let you do it by yourself, who knows if you will be greedy and use it all up. I still want to save some to protect my face."

The woman hesitated for a moment, then reached behind her ear and gently removed the scarf. Seeing the other person's true face, the young man was stunned for a while, until the woman blushed and urged "Let's start" before he came back to his senses.

Wang Yijing pressed his muddy hand to the glaring red spot on the opponent's cheek, and at the same time released a ray of spiritual energy from his fingertips - he wanted to use a chance to display magical powers on the opponent.

As the mud adhered to the face, the woman felt a coolness. Every time the man's fingers fell, the coolness deepened a little. After applying it four or five times intermittently, Wang Yijing protected the mouth of the bowl like a miser and said:

"Not much, really not much."

Looking down at the bowl, he shook his head and muttered, "Not much, not much! How much? Not much."

The woman looked at him as if she was insane. Although she still had doubts in her heart, the coolness on her face from time to time made her feel that her long-cherished wish for many years was about to come true.

Wang Yijing pretended to be distressed by the mud in the bowl. He saw a slight scar under the opponent's jaw, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to hook the opponent's chin. The latter stood there in a daze, not daring to move.

After the man dipped the mud under the opponent's jaw and passed out a trace of aura, he realized that the two people's movements were a bit ambiguous, so he quickly withdrew his right hand and said in a friendly voice:

"There was a scar there just now."

"I know." The woman's voice was like a mosquito.

……

The two sat quietly in the room, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward. After a quarter of an hour, Wang Yijing said:

"Go and wash your face. If there is no accident, you will be the Liu Mansion... No, you will be the most beautiful woman in the entire capital."

The young man was full of confidence, and the woman was also infected by him, so she put away her anxiety and walked towards the copper basin.

A basin of clear water quickly turned cloudy. The woman wiped off the water droplets with a towel, turned around, and met the smiling face of the other party.

Wang Yijing took out a glazed mirror from behind, which he bought at a large price, and it was produced by the Royal Glass Factory.

Looking at the exquisite face in the mirror, the woman touched her cheek in disbelief. There was no eye-catching erythema, and she would no longer have to wear a scarf to meet people, but she was still far away from the "leading beauty" in the other party's mouth.

The young man handed the glazed mirror to the other party and said:
"This is for you, as a gift to see you again."

The woman took the valuable mirror, raised her head and asked, "Why do you help me?"

"Not to mention, I think you are a nice person."

"I owe you a favor." Li Ning'er looked serious.

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked out. When she reached the door, she stopped and said:

"Actually, you are a nice person."

After the woman left, Wang Yijing sat on the stool alone, turning the porcelain bowl in his hand, and finally looked outside the door and said to himself:

"Like, very similar."

……

After late autumn, the weather turns cold, and the grain is harvested.

The date of Liu Baoqing and He Lan's marriage has been finalized, but the groom-to-be, who was supposed to be busy preparing the wedding banquet and dowry gift, followed Wang Yijing, a bachelor, to Fenghe Tower.

Fenghelou, a well-known brothel in Beijing, is different from ordinary Goulan. It costs at least 50 taels of silver a night here, and only the real dignitaries can afford it.

Today, Mr. Liu was entertaining guests. Wang Yijing, who hadn't had meat for a long time, ordered the three girls, hugged left and right, and one of them squeezed her shoulders behind her.

The young man took a sip of the fine wine offered by the beauty, and said with a smile:

"Second Young Master, are you really not called a girl? After getting married, there will be no chance."

Liu Baoqing seemed to have something on his mind. He took a sip of tea with a serious face and did not reply. Wang Yijing waved his hand when he saw this. After the girls left, he said:

"I know what you are worried about. If you fail this time, let alone getting married, it is unknown whether you and I will survive."

"Since you know, why can you still drink and have fun?"

"Otherwise? I'm not like you. I have to worry about all the benefits and disadvantages. I just need to do my best when I do it. The success or failure depends entirely on God's will. After all, the Second Young Master Liu deliberately trained me to be a dead man when he found me."

"Believe it or not, I have never regarded you as a pawn."

Wang Yijing continued to taste the fine wine, narrowed his eyes and said:

"No matter what your son thinks, if you pay me 50 taels of silver per month, I will do my best to fight this."

Liu Baoqing gave him a weird look, then changed the subject and said, "Do you like Dr. Li?"

"It's not like I like it, but she is very similar to an old friend, especially those eyes."

"Then you like that old man?"

"I like it." The young man nodded, "I like her so much that I want to marry her and stay together forever, but it's a pity that she died a long time ago, before I knew her."

Hearing this strange statement, Liu Baoqing did not find it difficult to understand like others, but grasped the point at once and said:
"The old person you like is a deceased person?"

"Second Master Liu is really smart." Wang Yijing put down his wine glass with clear eyes, "This is you, no matter how unimaginable things you face, you can always think clearly, instead of being afraid of wolves and tigers, questioning your own decisions."

Liu Baoqing couldn't help but fell into deep thought when he heard the words. At the end, he suddenly cupped his hands at the other party and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your guidance."

Wang Yijing waved his hand and picked up the wine glass, returning to his foolish look.

……

The two chatted one after another. After a while, there was a knock on the door outside. Liu Baoqing got up and opened the door, saluting respectfully:
"Your Majesty, are you here?"

"There are too many people with mixed eyes, so there is no need to be polite."

The young emperor could say that, but Liu Baoqing couldn't. He respectfully invited the other party to his seat, and stood aside with his hands down. Wang Yijing took the emperor's words seriously, slumped on the chair, and waved his hands as a greeting.

The young emperor whose real name is Wang Zhaoqi glanced at him and said plainly:
"Are you two ready?"

Liu Baoqing nodded, "Return to Your Majesty, the guards in the palace and the captain of the guard guarding the gate have been arranged properly, just waiting for your word."

"It doesn't matter if he drinks like this?"

"Don't worry, I'm drunk or not."

Wang Yijing stood up staggeringly, patted the sword on his waist, what he was carrying tonight was not a wooden sword, but a genuine Frost Cold.

"I'm waiting for your news."

"Yes."

……