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Chapter 19 Mushrooms

  Chapter 19 Mushrooms

  Thanks to Dark Night Ghost and Cherrie for Chu Zhi's birthday wishes and rewards.

  Thank you to Gu Chu Ci and Ling Bo Yan Lan for the PK votes, I'm very satisfied and will remember it. However, last month's PK was achieved through the joint efforts of many relatives, so this month I won't be seeking PK votes. In April, it may go on shelves, and at that time, we'll see if we participate in PK based on click and collection situation, because for a book to appear on the homepage during its first month on shelves is still very important.

  Chu Cu, Yan Lan, thank you again!

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  The applause and cheers burst out from time to time, and Nan Yue Lan was a little dazed, her vision gradually becoming blurred. Suddenly, a gust of wind rose from the roots of the plum tree. The wind was swift and sharp as an arrow, shooting onto the floating bridge and instantly turning crimson, then lifting every branch of the willow tree into the air, and immediately roaring, rolling towards her.

  She suddenly stood up and looked again, where was the rolled red wind?

  Wu Guo was extremely vigilant, one hand reaching behind his waist, "Miss?"

  "Just now... there was a strong wind." The willow branch swayed slightly, the water's surface reflected a bright moon, was it because she had been tired for days and let the strange old lady Ge touch her bones that she had an illusion? Or was she startled awake from a dream after dozing off unintentionally?

  "Can the wind that can't even move a willow branch be considered strong?" Hua retorted, but her mind was elsewhere, still curious about Zhenyan, "Why is she pretending to be a nun? When the time comes and she's asked to offer sacrifices to the gods, won't she be exposed?"

  "Moé girl." Nan Yuelan shook off the illusion, returning to a brief dream state. "Do you know about Taonang Building in Ya Town? This place has something in common with it." Taonang Building, also known as Soul-destroying Building...

  Hua's eyes widened, her mouth agape, "You're saying——" she shouted, "Impossible! This is a Taoist nunnery!"

  "There isn't a temple that has the vibrant color of peach blossoms." Nan Yue Lan Sheng felt it was already quite beautiful here, "Probably not many people know about this place, including Zhen Wan who is waiting for someone to admire her beauty, and Han Zi who came according to old rules."

  There is no flower that can convince her of its color theory; in her eyes, it's just a serene and secluded place.

  "That girl is definitely a fake nun." The usually taciturn Wu Guo chimed in, "The green bricks haven't been washed for ages, and the fallen leaves were only swept to the edge of the pool."

  "Guanyin is just for show." The incense burner wasn't even lit, and the more Nanyuelan looked at it, the more she felt it was pointless. The young master was easy to teach, "She wore a Taoist robe, but didn't have any of that pure and quiet energy, getting up in the middle of the night with powdered face and green eyebrows, it's simply like putting on makeup after just waking up from sleep - completely fake." Everything was carefully arranged, all for show.

  "...only with flowers can one make out a bit of meaning, but the last sentence is again bewildering, "huh?"

  Shaking off the illusion, her heart still felt uneasy. Perhaps it was because of the ominous words that had suddenly appeared in her mind, "Great Calamity". She couldn't help but order Wu Guo to prepare the carriage. After giving the order, she lost her smile and looked at herself, wondering what was wrong with her.

  Huā couldn't keep up with Nán Yuèlán's train of thought at all, "Whether it's the Taoist nun's Peach Maiden Temple or fake nuns and real nuns, everything is quiet and peaceful, why do we need to leave?"

  He is not like Wu Guo, who has a bad temper and is easily irritated. He is a straightforward person who always tries to make sense of Miss's orders, so he listens carefully and asks, "Do you want me to prepare the carriage?"

  "I suddenly miss my mother." Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just fear one in ten thousand. Nan Yue Lan Sheng wanted to believe her intuition this time, "Leave the luggage here, we'll come back tomorrow."

  There are flowers but the courtyard is quiet, not singing in discordant harmony, but rather pleasant to listen to. "Take your luggage and leave, who knows if that fake nun will come back or not, and take advantage of her for nothing. I even thought she was pitiful, but it turns out she's just pretending to be pitiful. If it were really like you said, with the nun seducing men and men looking for nuns, what would the capital city become? Don't come again tomorrow, tell your wife, it's better to sleep on the ice than to howl at midnight."

  Nan Yue Lan had never imagined that the world would be in such a mess. From Yao Town to here, she followed her mother and enjoyed good food and accommodation, which was equivalent to a five-star hotel treatment in modern times. However, she found that outside the wine house, there were crowds of old and young beggars, and more than half of the pedestrians on the streets wore tattered clothes. The fierce soldiers guarding the city gate took a package of silver coins from Ning Guan's hands without changing their expressions. In both large and small cities, the rich people were competing with each other, and even the curtains of their sedan chairs had to be shown off to one another. It was truly a case of the poor being extremely poor, the rich being extremely rich, and the greedy being extremely greedy.

  There are flowers to pick, no fruit to pull carts. The south month orchid is born at the door waiting for departure. The car came, luggage loaded, people stepped on the carriage, but it was a step late.

  Three or four torches, a line of seven or eight black shadows, walked from the pear forest to the front of the hut. Each one wore the same clothes: brocade blue shirts tucked into their waists, black silk pants with red cowhide boots, and golden dagger belts with ivory plaques at their waists, looking very majestic.

  The tall and sturdy man with a dark face spoke in a loud, resonant voice, "Two ladies, please stay." His words were polite, but his tone was commanding.

  Nan Yue Lan sighed inwardly, withdrew her foot from the stool but didn't ask any questions, and instead glanced at Hua. It's not necessarily a bad thing that Lü'er is formidable; the key lies in using it cleverly and appropriately.

  "What's there to leave? We're leaving."

  "My master has invited you." Hei Han raised his hand and the men with knives behind him divided into two rows, their eyes gleaming.

  "Not going." You Hua coldly smiled, her hand clutching several poisonous needles.

  She finished speaking, and the two rows of people rushed over, forming a semicircle in front of the three, their hands on the hilts of their knives.

  "Hei Han said loudly, 'My master heard that there was a noble guest in the hut and specially ordered me to invite you to appreciate the moon and listen to the qin. There is no ill intention, so the two of you don't have to be so flustered.' Seeing that his opponents were extremely cautious, but since his master had told him to invite them, he was determined to do so. 'We are rough-handed and clumsy, it's better for you to comply, lest you get hurt.'"

  The flower leaned in close to the Southern Moon Orchid and whispered, "I have something to say."

  Nan Yue Lan naturally knew that there were things to be said, and nodded slightly. The phrase "knowledge is power" didn't apply here; under Da Rong's roof, she had to follow his social rules.

  "Hey, listen up! My young mistress is the daughter of a great national teacher, and she's here to guard the tomb for the great madam. She's only resting at this small temple for a few days, not to enjoy the moon or play the zither with your master." After leaving Yao Town, Nan Yue's true identity was revealed, and everywhere they went, people showed respect, but the mistress had strictly forbidden them from revealing their identities along the way.

  Hei Han was taken aback, his face shocked. The men surrounding him also quickly exchanged glances, uniformly looking towards the back of their leader.

  "If it's a scam, it's not very clever." Amidst the silence, another voice chimed in, followed by snickers.

  Another person walked into the woods, with a clean robe reflecting moonlight, a green brocade flashing scales pattern, holding a golden chain in hand, a hollow gold ball on the chain making circular motions, emitting a tinkling sound like a spring. Looking at that person again, a jade crown hung with purple pearls, eyes shining with a smile, a high and elegant face, an air of noble elegance overshadowing the bright moonlight in the woods, as if it were daytime.

  As the man approached, Nan Yue saw the dragon pattern on his robe and frowned. Whatever you do, don't tell her that Lin Zi's party is...

  "Your Highness." Hei Han bowed his head in greeting, "The other nobles were just asking about you."

  Nan Yue Lan closed her eyes, took a deep breath. It's great, not yet in the Imperial City and already met with all the nobles, this dragon's luck is really something. Why does it feel like there are dark clouds pressing down on my head?

  "The moonlight is great, let's take a walk." The man smiled, revealing his white teeth, and added a touch of silver brightness to his radiant face.

  It's against the law of nature for such a stunningly handsome and wealthy man to appear. How can one person have money, youth, good looks, and an extraordinary status? Nan Yue Lansen narrowed her eyes, her whole body cold and unyielding, because she firmly believed...

  Pretty mushrooms are usually poisonous.

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