395: Chapter 386 Butterfly Loves Flowers 395: Chapter 386 Butterfly Loves Flowers Ying Wu stared at him for a long ti but said nothing.
Besides his insufficient personal strength, the “power” he currently held was actually a few points stronger than that possessed by Xia Longyuan when he started out.
Of course, this was partly due to the ambiguous background of the “Prince,” and not entirely earned by Zhao Changhe himself; but the premise was that he had such qualities… The gathering of this storm had already begun to show its signs.
Perhaps this chaotic world, before becoming completely chaotic, might be settled… if the trend indeed continued this way.
Ying Wu actually felt a bit uneasy… Logically speaking, Zhao Changhe’s rise had not been long, originally unable to influence the worldly situation, yet unexpectedly, such a force had rapidly ford.
He couldn’t gauge Xia Longyuan’s thoughts.
But then he thought, what the heck!
Even if he felt Xia Longyuan was unfathomable, so what?
Others were against Xia Longyuan!
Should he really avoid it then?
At this thought, he nodded, chuckling, “Fine… then these days I will stay nearby, waiting for you to organize.”
“Uh…” Zhao Changhe asked, “Isn’t that a bit overconfident?”
“Not at all, a newborn calf should be like this,” Ying Wu laughed.
“Don’t act so decrepit, do what you want to do, chase the woman you like, don’t live in vain.”
Saying this, he patted his shoulder, “Good, reminds of my younger days.”
Zhao Changhe: “If I’m like you, it’s all over, have you ever succeeded?”
Ying Wu: “…I feel the need to make you understand the gap between us and the Heavenly List.”
Zhao Changhe, with a forced smile: “The gap with the seniors mainly lies in experience, right?
Like, Fifth Master, you surely know where to find Thorn Grass, Transford Lotus, Bodhi Fruit, Soul Entangling Grass, and Yunyang Leaf, correct?”
“I know four out of those five,” Ying Wu looked skyward.
“Could you rephrase what you just said?”
“…
I still don’t want to be like you.”
Ying Wu couldn’t help but smile wryly: “Fine, these items aren’t mine anyway.
To get Thorn Grass, go to Sword Pavilion; they use it to hone their Sword Qi, it’s their treasure; Transford Lotus and Bodhi Fruit are mostly in the Maitreya Secret Realm…”
Zhao Changhe skeptically: “You’re not tricking into battling Maitreya, are you?
There’s no need, I’d fight him even if there was nothing to gain.”
“Just from the na, one could guess it’s associated with the Buddhist path; even if there’s nothing in the Maitreya Secret Realm, it’s sowhat related.
If there’s nothing, you could ask other Buddhist places; I hear you have so karmic bond with Yuan Xing?”
“Hmm…”
“So, there are clues everywhere… As for Soul Entangling Grass, I’m quite certain it can be found where you are heading next.”
“Hongnong Yang?”
“Correct.
But regardless of which item, they are all treasures dearly valued by their holders, not easily given to outsiders.
How you obtain them is up to you.
As for Yunyang Leaf…” Ying Wu slightly frowned.
“I’ve actually never heard of this?
Could it be a na you made up?”
“Why would I bother making that up?”
Ying Wu: “Yet, for the wonders of this world, I know myself as second to none; if I haven’t heard of it, no one has.”
Zhao Changhe wanted to ask him if he had ever heard of the Heavenly Book, but considering Ying Wu might actually know, he grimaced and said, “Anyway, it exists.
In ancient tis, it was said to grow on Yunyang Mountain, what mountain is called Yunyang Mountain now?”
Ying Wu’s eyes lit up: “It is not a simple renaming from ancient to modern, it must be a lost Secret Realm… Our next Secret Realm collaboration will be there!
Wait for it, since there’s a place na, there should be so traces, I’ll go look for information.”
With that, he rushed off excitedly, not even stopping for tea.
Zhao Changhe watched his departing figure, and thought to himself how this was also difficult—epochs shattered, countless small and large Secret Realms lost; could this be found in one generation?
Perhaps while finding his way ho, Ying Wu would still be searching for Secret Realms.
Hmm, does Earth count as a Secret Realm?
Suddenly, he felt soone watching him.
Zhao Changhe turned around to see Tang Wanju standing at the edge of the corridor, gazing over in a trance.
When their eyes t, she retreated back behind the corridor as if startled, her clothing fluttering out of sight.
Zhao Changhe slowly walked over, yet saw Tang Wanju co out again, seemingly realizing she didn’t need to hide; nonchalantly, she asked, “Why are you and Ying Wu so familiar?”
Zhao Changhe counter-questioned, “Why spy?
Just co over, no big deal.”
“When did I spy?” Tang Wanju stubbornly said, “I originally wanted to co over and listen to your conversation, he just happened to leave.”
“So why keep staring at , am I that handso?”
Tang Wanju gritted her teeth: “Zhao!
Chang!
He!”
Zhao Changhe knew he couldn’t keep taunting her endlessly, so he raised his hands in a quasi-surrender, “Alright, alright, today I’ll continue morizing the dical scriptures.”
Tang Wanju pursed her lips, and after a long pause, said, “Actually, you really hate morizing, don’t you?
I can tell from your expression.”
Zhao Changhe chuckled, “Where on earth would you find a monkey who has battled through the Worldly Society and loves to read books…
But thankfully, now my Divine Soul is vigorous, and my mory is strong.
Even if it hasn’t reached the point of photographic mory, it’s not far off.
Had you asked to morize these things before, I really couldn’t have managed it, but now I can sowhat manage.”
Tang Wanju tilted her head, punning, “If you don’t like it, why force yourself?”
“Because I like you,” Zhao Changhe answered directly.
Tang Wanju was stunned there.
Zhao Changhe’s voice echoed intermittently in her ears, “Not to ntion studying dicine could even help cure your illness…
Even if it’s studying poetry and literature, which is useless, as long as you’re teaching it, I like it.”
Tang Wanju looked around, where is the pool…
She didn’t see it for a while and said in frustration, “I supported you to beco a prince because you wouldn’t have done so yourself.
I had an inkling you weren’t it!
And now you’ve changed your mind, have you no sha?!”
“Well, I am not taking it now,” Zhao Changhe said bluntly, “Compared to you, the Jiangshan isn’t even worth a strand of hair.”
“You shaless!”
“Wanzhuang, I’ve suddenly been thinking about sothing…”
“…What?”
“The prince you’re nurturing, from another perspective, is being shaped according to your own aesthetic and preferences, not necessarily what a prince should be, but because you like that type of person…”
“You wish, there are plenty of dignified people out there; when will it be your turn!” Tang Wanju was aggravated, “With your coarse and unrefined manners, you’re nothing but a crowned monkey!”
Zhao Changhe tilted his head, “Who said I’m coarse and unrefined…
Are you sure?”
Tang Wanju choked up, suddenly rembering the quotes he occasionally sprouted.
Just a few days ago, he would start with “Chen River is fortunate to ander around Chen Mountain,” and end with “Ba Mountain nightti rain fills the autumn pond.”
It’s just that ordinarily, he did not like those, and it seed this trait only manifested around her.
Confused in her heart, Tang Wanju didn’t want to talk about this anymore and forcibly changed the subject, “What are these Razorleaf Grass, Soul Entangling Grass, and Yunyang Leaf all about?
Are they ntioned in the dical books I gave you?”
“No.”
“What are they for?”
“Razorleaf Grass is used to forge the Blood Shura Body.
Transford Lotus and Bodhi Fruit are used to heal your ridians.
Soul Entangling Grass and Yunyang Leaf are to nourish your Divine Soul.”
Tang Wanju stared at him blankly, unable to speak for a long ti.
He asked for a bunch of things, yet only one was for himself, and everything else was for her.
Actually, he had ntioned before that even stepping into this sche was because of her, otherwise he’d still be in the Worldly Society.
“The Imperial matters not to .”
But the Imperial involves you, thus it involves .
Zhao Changhe said, “Actually, we don’t need to focus solely on studying this or that…
I’m here, truly, to let you rest more, to pull your thoughts away from your complicated work and worldly matters.
Just this alone could significantly improve your condition.”
He paused, then laughed, “That day was really nice—you leaning casually on the pavilion, idly reading, Bao Qin playing calm and soft lodies by your side, with the spring’s bird songs and the fragrance of flowing water.
Being in such an environnt for about ten to fifteen days would certainly calm your Divine Soul and stabilize your ridians, and I could then head north to Hongnong with peace of mind.
As for a complete cure, it wouldn’t happen overnight; give so ti.”
Neither knew if it was the ntion of “ten to fifteen days” that made them both think of Gusu.
Before, Zhao Changhe never stopped moving; he never stayed long anywhere except those several days near Tang Wanju’s side in Gusu, asking him to slow down.
Now, again, it’s about fifteen days, but roles reversed, with here, you can slow down.
“Let’s go…
Today no treatnt, I’ll just walk with you,” said Zhao Changhe, turning towards the garden with Tang Wanju instinctively following beside him.
It was only when she followed him in did she realize what was happening—this was a genuine romantic encounter under the moonlight in the garden…
Well, never mind.
He was very quiet, already said no treatnt today…
The two quietly walked through the vibrant flower sea without speaking further.
Yet, both of their gazes inadvertently watched the garden’s colorful butterflies flitting endlessly above the flowers, the corners of their mouths twisting into a knowing smile simultaneously.
The sound of a qin drifted from a distant pavilion; it was Bao Qin practicing a piece, fittingly titled “Butterfly Love.”
Tang Wanju found herself truly without any irritation toward this treacherous man; her heart was at peace.
The hopes within the illusion; isn’t this exactly it…
Saying no treatnt, but in reality, this is exactly what real treatnt should be, not just physical intimacy.
Unfortunately, so-called Yang Jingxiu’s birthday is next month at the start of the month, not long now.
Just the travel there, even if riding fast, would take several days; the tranquility here is destined to last only about ten to fifteen days.
Far away, the preparation of sharp weapons and readying of horses began; the final battle drums targeting Maitreya and the last stands at Huiji and Yu Zhang began to sound, almost reaching their ears.
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