Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 427 Ting Liao

On a rainy night, dark clouds obscured the stars and the moon.

Gu Qinghuan leaned alone under the eaves, her eyes filled with heartache and worry.

Her consciousness spread out, and she listened with concern to her sister and Grandma Yan's reminiscing about the past, but she did not go to disturb them again.

Qing Huan and Grandma Yan didn't have any old stories to talk about, but my sister did...

My sister used to work as a weaver in the county with Grandma Yan.

Here on the banks of the Lancang River, even the wind and rain on a spring night...are exceptionally cold and desolate.

The water splashed on the woman's skirt and between her sleeves. The strong wind made the trees sway, and the cold wind blew on her face.

Gu Qinghuan's long black hair fluttered in the wind, her eyes narrowed as she waited quietly, her pair of small and delicate embroidered shoes were also stained with mud.

At this moment, she felt that she was so lucky.

He grew up safely under the care of his sister and never suffered any grievances while following his master.

Now I can lie quietly in my master's arms, and when I look back... I feel that the road I have taken in this life has been very sweet, and there has never been any pain or misery.

But in that long story...

Gu Haozhi disappeared after all.

Maybe he really had a terminal illness and wanted to secure a good rest of his life for his woman.

Maybe the mud house at home was no longer habitable, and Xiao Ci had to repair it before giving birth to her son, and she was short of some money.

Perhaps Li Qingci was pregnant and could not work as a weaver, so he had to work harder at the dock to supplement the family income.

It is also possible that he was just reckless in a moment and followed others to rob the official salt... or it may be that it was premeditated.

On a most ordinary autumn day.

Gu Haozhi left home with his bag, and said that he would come back early in the evening to bring Xiao Ci some sweet candies and accompany her to find a doctor to take her pulse again.

But after that departure... he never returned home.

No one is seen alive, and no body is seen dead.

The guy at the dock said he didn't go to work that day.

Li Qingci searched for two days and two nights with a big belly...

There is also no news.

At the end of the story, the long song that Li Qingci and Gu Haozhi were looking forward to did not come.

She gave birth to a man's child at Yan Po's house...a girl.

Without a man in the family, she has to rely on herself to survive with her daughter.

From then on, her surname was no longer Li.

She gave her daughter a name that was similar to her own, which carried her expectations for her daughter and her first half of life...Gu Qinghuan.

Yan Wenjin said, it’s okay for Xiao Qinghuan to have the surname Gu, but why does she have to have the surname Gu too?

Don’t you want Xiao Qinghuan to know that she doesn’t have a father?

Li Qingci said to Yan Po sadly and lonely at that time: "Gu, means look back..."

……

·

On a muddy and rainy night, Li Qingci walked out of Grandma Yan's house holding a paper umbrella.

"Little bastard, come here!"

The beautiful woman gazed at the hazy rain curtain from afar. Although she saw no one, she still chuckled... and called out to the dark night rain.

She knew that Qinghuan was guarding her somewhere.

In an instant, a condensed spiritual consciousness turned into a barrier, blocking the rain curtain near the beautiful woman.

A colorful little butterfly flapped its wings from an unmanned place and landed on the fingertips of her holding the paper umbrella.

Gu Qinghuan arrived riding the wind, meeting her mother's delicate and complex gaze, and slowly raised her hand to take the paper umbrella... Even though there was no rain overhead, she would still hold it up for her and step into the mud together.

Li Qingci's beautiful eyes fluttered as she sneered in disdain: "Why are you looking so gloomy?! It's as if I'm not going to live anymore!"

Qing Huan then revealed a stiff smile, took a half step back, held up a paper umbrella, and softly said, "When Qing Huan was little, Mother walked with Qing Huan on the street like this... It's a pity that the little bastard was disobedient and ignorant."

The night raindrops fell into puddles, and the mighty Lancang River surged and roared.

The beautiful woman frowned slightly: "I hate your tepid look the most. Don't follow me!"

Qinghuan smiled but said nothing.

Of course she had to follow, and she would accompany and protect her sister wherever she wanted to go.

At this moment, she felt that her sister was like a little girl who had not grown up yet. She did not say anything about what she wanted to do, and just ran around recklessly in the rainy night...

Two graceful figures moved faster and slower in the hazy rain.

After more than 30 years, the two sisters returned to the place of hardship of the past.

The roar of the surging Lanjiang River drowned out Li Qingci's already soft whisper...

"Without you, I always feel that my life will be like this."

"But later you were there with me..."

The beautiful woman suddenly changed the subject and glared at her daughter fiercely: "With you by my side, my life is even harder than before!"

The night rain was like a waterfall, and the ripples it stirred up spread rapidly, obliterating and tearing apart all light and shadow in the river.

Qing Huan held up a paper umbrella, staring at the chattering Lan Jiang absentmindedly: "You little bastard, you're such a useless bastard, you're dragging your sister down."

"Humph!"

Li Qingci snorted disdainfully and added, "Gu Haozhi is useless! I've never counted on you, little hoof..."

Gu Qinghuan walked beside her sister. After a moment's silence, she whispered wistfully, "If it weren't for the harsh government and the flooding of the Lanjiang River, Mother would have been a very gentle and beautiful woman."

"Without the flood, how could you have met your man?"

The beautiful woman sneered unhappily. She rolled her eyes slightly and called out lightly, "Gu Qinghuan."

"Don't you think our suffering is due to the floods? Or the harsh taxation policy?"

I heard my sister's disdainful question.

Qing Huan's eyes were filled with loneliness. She shook her head slightly and whispered softly, "If the government hadn't embezzled the official salt, I would at least have known about his drowning in the river... I wouldn't have to endure the torment every day, and I wouldn't have to look forward to anything."

Li Qingci glanced sideways in surprise, looking up and down at Qinghuan's lost eyes, and gently raised his hand to gather the collar of her clothes under her goose neck...

But he chuckled disdainfully and said, "It's obvious that Gu Haozhi treated his wife and daughter as a joke. He acted on his own initiative and did something wrong. No one can blame him."

"Lanjiang is not wrong, the court is not wrong, and the government is not wrong."

Li Qingci held her daughter's slender hand tightly, her charming eyes filled with smiles as she gazed tenderly at the surging river on the rainy night...

A relaxed and cheerful laughter came out, as if it was speaking to Qinghuan, as if it was speaking to the river, as if it was speaking to a wisp of dead soul that had long since dissipated.

"He dared to covet the official salt, and he deserves death."

"Whatever sins and sufferings remain, I, Li Qingci, will bear them all for him in this lifetime... I accept it."

"What's the big deal!?"

"Let's go home!"

Come back home?

Qing Huan's expression froze for a moment, and he slowly took out the Blood Jade Spirit Boat, his eyes fixed on the most familiar face before him...

She discovered that her sister's smile was so beautiful and charming. She had never seen her sister so happy and relaxed in her memory.

The spiritual energy of the Blood Jade Spirit Boat vibrated through the rain curtain and turned into the only scorching star elm in the dark rainy night.

In the Blood Boat Pavilion.

Qinghuan leaned against her sister, gently combing her black hair and tidying up her messy sleeves.

Li Qingci used to say only that... he hated Qinghuan the most for having long silk sleeves trailing behind her.

But that's how I learned to dress from her, right?

It’s just that she rarely wears those graceful and exquisite clothes in recent years.

"It's already this late. I'll stay with my sister for a while. We'll go out for a walk and buy some food in the morning. Tomorrow night we'll go to Jiuhua with our master."

"There's a candied sweet shop in Danxia North Square. Have you ever been there?"

"Let's take some food with us on our spring outing..."

"When I was with my master in Lanxian Town, the pastries at Yiqingzhai were very sweet and soft. Sister will definitely like them."

"There's a brocade shop in Shangchu that sells very fine, delicate rouge. Xiaoyi used to buy her powder and rouge there... We can go there tomorrow."

"Why don't we go to Lin'an County now? There's an inn in Lin'an that serves good mixed noodles, and the owner always takes me to eat there."

"Sister didn't eat dinner tonight, little bastard, will you go and try it?"

Qinghuan smiled softly in her sister's ear, holding the makeup mirror in her hand and placing it in front of her, reflecting the gentle smiles of both of them.

"Okay!"

Li Qingci answered cheerfully, but then sneered, "When did it become your turn to coax me?"

"Isn't this the only use of your little hoof?" Qinghuan whispered with a smile, raising her hand to tidy up the hair by her sister's ears.

The beautiful woman glared at her daughter unhappily...

He then rested his head comfortably on his daughter's legs and whispered softly, "Don't worry about me. He's been dead for more than 30 years..."

"I, Li Qingci, have a family now, so why should I worry about him?"

"Besides a useless thing like you, I also have three good daughters, Shuyue, Xiaoyi, and Hongning."

"Qing is a good man you'd never find even with a lantern. He loves you, pampers you, and protects you. Isn't that enough?"

"We live our own life, Gu Haozhi is nothing~"

There was a smile in his phoenix eyes full of joy. He slowly rubbed the ink-black hair in his arms, and rubbed his sister's frail shoulders and fair neck.

She did not respond to her sister's disdainful laugh.

Instead, he quipped in a puzzled whisper, "Isn't Si He considered your daughter?"

"Si He?"

Li Qingci smiled and shook his head. The scene of him chatting and laughing with the white-haired fairy in the Jingge Pavilion when he was quietly living in the White Horse Temple flashed through his mind from time to time. He said lightly: "Si He is my sister's close friend who I can talk to about anything."

"Then aren't we a generation younger than her?" Qinghuan's lively smiling eyes flickered, and her curved eyelashes were long, slender and delicate.

"Ok?"

Li Qingci hummed a lazy and soft sound of doubt from her tall, delicate nose. She lazily rested her head on Qinghuan's slender legs again, raised her enchanting eyes and glanced at her, chuckling softly, "How can there be a generation difference?"

"We are sisters, my silly girl~!"

Qinghuan felt relieved to see her sister so lively and happy.

She continued to comfort the little girl in her arms, chuckling softly and whispering sweet nothings to the sister who had protected her for half her life: "They went to the palace and should meet Uncle Zhou."

"But actually, when Xiaoyi is at home in private...she always calls the master daddy."

Li Qingci's enchanting eyes were filled with playful joy: "Call me, how nice."

"Why are you and Qing having so much fun? Do you need your sister to teach you?"

"Hmm~? Little bitch?"

Seeing her frivolous appearance, Qing Huan seemed to have returned to her childhood stubbornness. She raised her hand to gently gather her hair and said with a smile, "You never taught me how to please a man."

“I figured it all out on my own.”

The beautiful woman gently turned over, rested her cheek on her daughter's chest and sneered: "Bah! You have enough slutty bones, do you still need me to teach you?"

Gu Qinghuan rolled her eyes, a rare occurrence. A hint of frivolity and disdain appeared on her gentle face. "To please the Master, I must use all my strength."

“Ouch!”

"Listen for yourself! Is it cheap or not... huh!?"

"Does Qing know that you are such a playboy at heart?"

Qing Huan smiled as she held her sister's shoulders and neck, kneading them: "Master won't dislike me, so what are you afraid of?"

Li Qingci was somewhat speechless: "That's true."

"You, a little bastard, are enjoying all the blessings..."

She felt the soft massage on her neck, then laughed and spat, "Use some strength on your hands. Didn't you eat?!"

Qing Huan immediately went on strike, raised her hand and gently combed her drooping black hair, staring at her sister with a smile: "I haven't eaten yet, am I not hungry just like you?"

"A cultivator like you is afraid of being hungry? You deserve to starve to death!"

The elder sister cursed angrily, then smiled frivolously and ordered, "Little hoof, sing a song..."

"What do you want to hear?"

Qing Huan asked with a gentle smile, her hands slowly reaching into her sister's hair and rubbing it, her long and slender legs trembling slightly, as if she wanted to coax her daughter to sleep in her arms.

Li Qingci closed her beautiful eyes very slowly, leaned her delicate body completely into Qinghuan's warm embrace, and smiled softly, "Ting Liao, please."

……

The Blood Jade Flying Boat quickly left the rain curtain of Tianshui County.

The spring night breeze became gentle again, and a full moon hung high in the starry night like a jade plate, casting a hazy and bright light.

A woman's gentle and melodious voice echoed between heaven and earth, humming softly... like the whispers in a dream.

"How is the night? The night is still long, the light of the fire in the courtyard is bright, and the sound of the phoenix is ​​heard when the gentleman arrives."

"What is the night like? The night is still going on, the fire in the courtyard is burning. When the gentleman arrives, the phoenix's voice is ringing."

"What is the night like? Night and dawn, the fire in the courtyard is bright..."

·

The next evening.

The spring breeze is warm and the sky is full of red clouds.

In the Taoliu Palace Garden on the top of Shouyun Mountain, my aunt had changed into a slim and fitted plain dress. She was now leaning on the edge of the bed, carefully helping Shuyue to tie up her beautiful hairpin bun.

Ning Mei's eyes were full of spring, and she and Zhao Qingni were still in bed...

"Qinghuan is with my sister, so Ning'er finally got the chance." Shuyue glanced at Ning'er's messy hair and chuckled jokingly.

"Oh, Ning'er is so disappointing." My aunt agreed with disdain.

As the victim, Zhao Qing naturally wouldn't join the two of them in mocking Ning Mei...

He held Ning Mei's plump and graceful body in his arms, checked the communication jade with her, and called Xian Ning and Bai Wanqiu to set off.

"Bald is back. I'll let him show my sister how to cultivate Bodhi's incense later."

After hearing what Zhao Qing said, the aunt asked in confusion: "Sister, when you use incense in the future, besides Bodhi's incense, can we also use our own incense?"

"Yes, of course. Use it as you like."

Zhao Qing relayed Si He's reply, and then whispered, "It will take Si He a few days to condense her incarnation. I will come back to pick her up then."

"The Queen has reached the level of a spirit, does she still need you to catch it?" Ning Mei laughed and breathed softly into the man's ear.

"Yes, why not?"

Zhao Qing smiled and whispered as if it was a matter of course: "Your Majesty is so noble and elegant, she would not go out unless someone came to pick her up..."

They had returned from the palace early in the morning.

There was still no sign of reconciliation between my aunt and Zhou Zongliang, but Ningmei and Shuyue sweetly called him uncle twice.

When Zhao Qing should call his father-in-law father, he certainly cannot call him brother.

But my aunt never called me dad...

In this regard, Zhao Qing could only whisper and joke with Zhou Zongliang.

The Prime Minister of Zhou was a very magnanimous man, but he also had extremely rigid ideas about virtue and filial piety. It was impossible for him to say a soft word to his daughter.

He can't even coax his own wife, how can he coax Xiaoyi?

However, my aunt had obviously anticipated this and didn't show any good face to my father at all. She even sent a voice message to Zhao Qing to call him "Daddy" twice to provoke him...

Zhao Qing and Shu Yue Ningmei, seeing the cold tacit understanding between the father and daughter, did not want to persuade them.

With them acting as a bridge in the middle, it actually makes no difference.

……

Not long after, the rouge-like setting sun dyed the sky red.

Zhao Qing piloted the small apricot boat and led his family to Jiuhua Blood God Peak...

The breeze dispersed the clouds.

At the edge of the stern of the apricot boat, the fluttering sleeves flutter in the wind, showing the woman's softness and grace.

Qing Huan held Qing Ci's arm, pointed at the distant mountains and rivers with a smile, and recounted the various trivialities of his first visit to Danxia...

There was a gentle smile in Li Qingci's beautiful eyes. It was obvious that she was in a really good mood, especially after she took off her simple Zen robe and put on a water skirt, she looked much younger.

Two gentle and delicate beauties stood together, similar in stature and appearance. From a distance, they looked like a pair of sisters...

exactly.

For a long time, they were just sisters.

"Little junior sister!"

When Zhao Qing heard the incongruous call, he wanted to kill someone.

How can there be any hierarchy in this family now?!

Nangong Yao steered the flying pavilion and drifted over. The bald man's clear eyes met Li Qingci's beautiful eyes. He clasped his hands together and bowed, saying with a smile, "Bodhi Wuwang, I have never greeted Junior Sister before."

Li Qingci looked suspiciously at Aunt Zhao Qing and smiled at her. Then he bowed gently and saluted earnestly: "Qingci, greetings to you, Senior Brother..."