God's Gift

After saying that, she smiled casually as if she didn't care and continued:

"But this is just a story made up by the storyteller. Don't take it seriously."

"Nonsense?" Fang Ling was a little surprised when he heard Ning Jin say this. "Then the gentleman described it so vividly, but it turned out to be nonsense?"

Ning Jin looked at Fang Ling's surprised expression, and the smile on his face deepened, as if he found it interesting. "You are the son of the dignified City Lord Fang, how come you don't even know what's going on in the city?"

When Fang Ling saw Ning Jin's smile, he scratched his head a little embarrassedly and stammered, "I didn't care much about these things in the past..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately felt that he was really embarrassed. His fair cheeks gradually turned red and he lowered his head silently, like a child who had made a mistake.

But Ning Jin did not blame Fang Ling. He just smiled slightly and said slowly:

"The Fang Mansion was indeed destroyed by a fire, but that was only because the Fang family was rich but unkind, and they offended many people in the city, and were eventually burned down by their enemies."

"As for the eldest young master of the Fang family, he was alive and well before that. I have never heard of him being beheaded by horse thieves. Su Jinlan was brought into the Fang Mansion by the eldest young master in a sedan chair carried by eight men. The ghost marriage is just a fabrication by the common people."

After hearing what Ning Jin said, Fang Ling realized that she had been deceived by the play compiled by the storyteller, "It turned out to be like this."

But he was not angry at the storyteller's nonsense. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then muttered softly, "Fortunately."

When Ning Jin heard Fang Ling's casual sigh, he paused pouring tea and looked up at Fang Ling.

Then she lowered her eyes as if nothing had happened, poured a cup of hot tea into the cup, handed the celadon teacup to Fang Ling, and said in a gentle voice, "Have some tea."

"Oh, oh, okay." Seeing Ning Jin pushing a cup of tea over, Fang Ling immediately lowered her head to look at the hot tea on the table, happily raised the cup, and drank the tea in the cup.

The rain was still falling outside the window, and the green willows were hidden in the misty rain. The feathers of the late-returning kingfisher were wet by the rain. It had no time to comb its hair, and flew into the nest with the cabbage worm it had just found in its mouth.

After finishing a cup of hot tea, Ning Jin poured another cup for Fang Ling. Fang Ling drank the tea cup by cup until his stomach was full of tea. Then Fang Ling refused Ning Jin's refilled cup of tea and ran to the toilet anxiously.

After Fang Ling left, Ah Li, dressed in red, climbed into the box from the window and stood two meters away. After brushing off the rain, he walked over to Ning Jin, who was pouring tea, and sat down, saying:

"Ajin, the gap in the ghost domain has not been filled yet, and there are already hundreds of ghosts escaping from the domain."

"Yeah." Ning Jin looked at Ah Li, who was soaked in the rain, frowned slightly, poured her a cup of hot tea, and said, "Just go through the main entrance next time. Why are you soaked in the rain?"

Ali casually wiped the water off his hands, took the hot tea handed to him by Ning Jin, and with an intimate smile in his eyes, he replied: "It's not a big deal."

Ning Jin sighed but didn't say much.

Seeing Ning Jin didn't say anything, Ali took out a bag of dessert from his sleeve and put it on the table, then said to Ning Jin with a smile:

"I've been holding this chestnut biscuit in my arms. It's still warm now."

Ning Jin looked at the bag of chestnut crisps. This time, she didn't take it with a smile like she did before. She was quiet for a while, looked away, and said softly, "Don't buy it next time. I can't eat these."

The smile on Ali's face froze, and there was a hint of loss in his eyes. He paused for a long while before taking back the chestnut crisp. His fair fingers kept rubbing on the oil paper, muttering:

"It's okay if you can't eat it. I can cook it for you."

Ning Jin listened to Ali's muttering, chuckled, and said, "That's fine."

Ali then smiled again and said to Ning Jin, "The Taoist priest who helped us catch ghosts in the city said he would help us fill the gap in the ghost domain. He has great magical powers. If he helps, we will definitely be able to..."

Ning Jin listened quietly to A Li talking about the Taoist priest, and interrupted at the end, "A Li."

Ah Li stopped talking, raised his eyes to look at Ning Jin, with some doubt in his eyes, and asked: "What's the matter?"

Ning Jin's smile remained faint as she said, "There is no need to fill the gap in the ghost realm."

Ali was stunned for a second, then immediately said: "Why not fill it? If the gap in the ghost domain is closed for one day, hundreds of ghosts can continue to escape, and the people in the city will be implicated. If all the ghosts in the ghost domain escape, then Gusu will be completely swallowed up..."

The more Ali spoke, the more confused he became. He raised his eyes to look at Ning Jin, but her eyes remained calm, as if she was not affected by the consequences she mentioned.

Looking at Ning Jin's eyes, Ali gradually stopped talking.

Ning Jin still smiled faintly and said, "I never asked you to fill that gap, A-li."

Her gentle and peaceful voice fell into Ali's ears, which made Ali's breathing gradually slow down. Only the faint fragrance of tea was floating in the box.

Ali and Ning Jin stared at each other for a while, the smile in her eyes gradually disappeared, and then she stood up, tidied her clothes, half-knelt in front of Ning Jin, and replied:

"Yes, my lord."

-

On the other side, in Huachunfang, Ning Yue, who had been pestering Minghua with a bunch of random questions, looked at Minghua calling the madam "Master's Wife" and raised an ambiguous smile at the corner of his mouth.

He opened the folding fan in his hand, his eyes flickered between Minghua and the madam, and he said with a smile:

"Since Taoist Minghua has met an old friend, I won't bother you any more."

The madam's expression changed from shock when she first saw him to dark blue. She looked deeply at Ning Yue who was sitting leisurely on the stage. Looking at Ning Yue's smiling peach blossom eyes, she took a deep breath, looked at Minghua, and said in a calm voice:

"Come with me."

After saying that, she turned around and went back to the second floor along the same path she came from.

Minghua stood downstairs, with a hint of surprise in his eyes as if he had met an old friend in a foreign land. He had never expected to meet Master Fujing's wife in Huachun Boat.

With a myriad of doubts in his mind, he quickly caught up with Fu Jing.

Lu Keming, who had been standing behind the curtain for a long time, looked at Taoist Minghua and the madam who left one after another. He lowered the corners of his eyes with a thoughtful look in them.

Yu Youyou, who had been silent for a long time, finally got the chance to finish her words and immediately started to speak: "Why is Brother Minghua's master's wife here?"

"She's dressed differently from the other sisters. What is she doing here?"

"Is his master here too? Why can't I see him?"

Yu Youyou kept asking a series of questions, and only when she finally finished did Lu Keming get the chance to answer them one by one.

"She is the madam and the boss here. I just learned that she is Minghua's master's wife. Minghua's master should not be here. I have never seen other Taoist priests around Fujing."

Only after answering Yu Youyou's previous questions did Lu Keming ask what was in his mind.

His voice was calm and indifferent, yet it also carried a certain deliberate indifference. He slowly asked, "Why do you call him Brother Minghua?"

Lu Keming's eyes were still calm, as if he didn't take the matter to heart, and he was just asking casually. But the fact was that his heart was already in turmoil.

When Minghua first came to Gusu City, Lu Keming and Yu Youyou had met Minghua, but the two did not seem to know each other at that time. It should have been after that.

But after that, he and Yu Youyou spent almost every day together. Logically, Yu Youyou should not have had time to get to know Minghua...

But that is not necessarily the case. Lu Keming and Yu Youyou do not stay together all day, so he does not know her entire whereabouts.

Lu Keming glanced sideways at the corridor where Taoist Minghua left. In the corner of the corridor stood a potted green pine tree. The pine tree stood proudly, completely different from the colorful flowers next to it.

Lu Keming rubbed his fingers, his breathing gradually became heavier, he withdrew his gaze coldly, staring at Yu Youyou with his indigo eyes.

Yu Youyou was stared at by Lu Keming for a long while. She blinked and explained slowly, "Isn't that how it's called here? Men should call me big brother and women should call me sister."

Lu Keming was not fooled by Yu Youyou and continued to ask, "Big brother is a term used between brothers. When did you and Minghua become brothers?"

Yu Youyou thought for a few seconds, shook her head seriously, and answered sincerely:

"That's not the case. Taoist Minghua doesn't recognize me yet."

Lu Keming wanted to ask more, but a bohemian voice came from behind, "Then why don't you ever call me brother?"

Ning Yue gently waved the paper fan in his hand, half leaning on the wooden pillar in the boat, wearing a bright red costume loosely on his body. He looked at Yu Youyou with affectionate eyes and said with a smile:

"He's obviously younger than me, but he never calls me brother. It makes me very sad."