Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 444 The Girl Is Not Cold

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Sister Qingci is very beautiful.

But she is a woman after all, and her face and hands inevitably bear the traces of time.

Compared to Gu Qinghuan.

The beautiful woman showed more feminine charm, and her charming eyes always had a lazy and casual feeling.

Qinghuan always said that when her sister was eighteen years old, she was a thousand times more beautiful and bright than she is now.

These... Zhao Qing naturally didn't believe it.

For him, the beauty of pure joy is unique.

Gentle yet decisive, tough yet reserved.

Obedient yet stubborn, calm... yet turbulent.

People often say that the most difficult thing to get rid of is the beauty of a woman’s bones - are the beauty of a woman bones?

Zhao Qing didn’t know this before.

But now, he clearly understood that beauty bones are not bones.

Gu Qinghuan's beauty is no longer limited to her eyes and eyebrows, it transcends her appearance...

Perhaps, when those literati talk about beauty, they never refer to appearance.

But anyway.

Zhao Qing had never seen the eighteen-year-old Li Qingci, and he would not compare his sister with Qinghuan.

They are all beauties, but they have different bones.

But now.

Zhao Qing met another woman.

Unlike Sister Qingci's graceful and elegant demeanor, her eyes are not as complex and profound as her sister's.

She was wearing a red dress, with beautiful eyes smiling and lips as red as jade.

Although she is over fifty years old, her face does not show any signs of being a woman. Instead, she is as beautiful as an unmarried girl.

A lively laugh flowed like a trickle of spring water, and the voice was extremely soft, yet free and natural.

The woman's delicate face, so exquisitely crafted by nature, looks even fairer and purer in the red dress.

She was tall but not plump, with her long black hair loose and not tied up. When she took slow and light steps with her bare feet, the silver bells on her slender ankles jingled...making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Zhao Qing couldn't figure it out.

How could such a delicate and beautiful woman be born in the depths of this desert where yellow sand is raging?

A female cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage, but she does not have the slightest heroic air, more like a weak girl born in a water town.

Juechen Valley.

The woman's boudoir was filled with a very unique scent, not the dew of plants and flowers, nor rouge and powder.

It's more like the faint smell left after washing bedding, or maybe... it's just a woman's body fragrance.

"If you don't come pick me up, I'll go find you myself!"

"Xiaoyi became the emperor last year, why is she only here now...?"

"The woman in your family is so beautiful. Is Hong Ning the legitimate daughter of the Chu family? She really looks like a fairy in a painting."

Water mist is floating.

The delicate and gentle laughter could not even cover the sound of water being poured to make tea.

If you are distracted, it will be difficult to hear what the woman is talking about.

As the silver bell on her ankle trembled slightly, the two of them got closer, and the deep and hazy body fragrance became slightly stronger.

Zhao Qing stood up with a smile and took the tea that the woman prepared for him with both hands.

"Aren't you here to pick up your mother-in-law?"

despair--

The teacup held in the fair little hand passed between Zhao Qing's hands and landed on the wooden table in front of them, making a dull and short sound.

The sound of the silver bells swaying gently between the slender ankles also stopped abruptly.

Leng Xian looked at the man curiously, with a hint of amusement and laughter in her delicate and beautiful eyes.

"What mother-in-law~"

"That sounds really awkward... Just call me Miss Leng like Si He did."

"If you feel it's inappropriate—"

"Just follow Shuyue and Ning'er and call me mother?"

Zhao Qing: ???

He chuckled and shook his head, moving the cup of tea slightly closer to himself.

“Just look at what you like?”

"If you want to hear me call you mother, then I will call you mother."

"If you want to hear a word from a girl, your son should obey."

Although Zhao Qing said this, his heart was filled with strange thoughts...

My aunt's mother is naturally also my mother.

It doesn't matter if you call me your son as a joke.

But, isn't my mother-in-law... a little too young?

"Pfft-"

Hearing Zhao Qing call himself his son, Leng Xian covered her mouth with a low laugh and trembled as she spoke, "Fellow Daoist, please respect yourself. Why do you keep saying such explicit things?"

Zhao Qing smiled without saying anything, then lowered his head and looked carefully at the tea in the cup.

Explicit?

Who says it isn't...

But it was you who asked me to call you mom first.

Leng Xian looked at the man with a smile, her delicate body leaning forward on the table, silver bells dangling gently between her ankles...

"Does it look good?" The soft voice left only the breath, light and happy, a little expectant and a little curious.

"Ok?"

Zhao Qing sighed helplessly with a smile: "If you say Miss Leng, she is naturally extremely beautiful."

"As for this tea, it can only be considered ordinary."

"Oh--"

Leng Xian turned around and picked up her tea, chuckling softly, "Have you always been so smooth-talking? No wonder you managed to make Xiaoyi lose her mind."

Zhao Qing: ...

He admits he can be glib.

But just now... it was clearly Leng Xian who was inappropriate first.

"Are my words not sincere enough?"

"That--"

"It's better to just call her mother-in-law."

"My mother-in-law's appearance is not beautiful, she is just an ordinary woman."

Leng Xian: ???

"Ha~!"

The woman frowned slightly and let out a cry of feigned anger, but she was not as cold and arrogant as my aunt. Instead, she looked even more beautiful and lively.

"Just call Miss Leng."

"I am not a woman either, thank you for your compliment, Mr. Zhao~"

Zhao Qing slowly breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and nodded, looking into the woman's beautiful eyes: "Miss Leng is also a straightforward person. Xiaoyi always mentioned it in the past..."

"But if you don't see it with your own eyes, it's really hard to believe."

Leng Xian propped up her side profile with her wrist, fiddling with her gauze sleeves boredly. Her beautiful eyes wandered, as if she was still thinking about Xiaoyi Shuyue's relationship with the head of the family.

"That's right." She suddenly looked at him and whispered softly.

Zhao Qing put down the teacup: "Hmm?"

"you……"

"Why don't you want to call me mother?"

!! ?

Upon hearing this.

Zhao Qing felt as if a hundred thousand alpaca horses were galloping through his heart.

"Isn't this the name Miss Leng just decided on?"

"How could it be that I don't want to?"

"Is your memory too bad?"

Leng Xian suddenly realized something, and nodded with a smile of understanding: "I see, that means you don't want to."

"mother?"

"Do you usually joke with people like this?"

Zhao Qing smiled as he leaned back in his chair and sipped his tea leisurely.

"Ah."

"It's windy outside, and a bit boring."

Leng Xian responded with a gentle smile, and the sound of silver bells echoed in the small boudoir as her slender legs crossed.

Zhao Qing nodded in understanding and casually agreed, "The wind and sand in Li Country are indeed quite strong."

"However, the Extreme Southern Stone Forest County has many unique sights, making it a good place for leisurely travel and settlement."

The woman shrugged slightly and whispered softly, "Going alone? That's boring."

"Have you met Zhou Zongliang?"

Zhou Zongliang...

Zhao Qing nodded slightly and put down the teacup in his hand: "I've met you a few times."

"Oh~"

The woman responded cheerfully, staring at Zhao Qing with a smile: "What do you feel?"

How the hell can I feel about a man?

Zhao Qing leaned forward slowly, and said with a thoughtful smile, "I just feel..."

"Miss Leng and Prime Minister Zhou have completely different personalities and character traits. They don't seem to be from the same world at all."

"And Xiaoyi is even more so."

"If you had traveled together back then, I'm afraid others would have thought you three had nothing to do with each other."

"Um--"

Leng Xian's voice is soft, and the trailing sound is inevitably dragged out in her words, which is relaxed and bright.

"Mr. Zhou and I don't have compatible personalities."

"If it weren't for the marriage, I would never have had any contact with him in this life."

"He has a lot of women... just like you."

"no the same!"

Zhao Qing interrupted with a smile, met Leng Xian's slightly mischievous smile, and repeated, "Prime Minister Zhou and I are different."

"Too."

"Prime Minister Zhou is so heartless and disloyal. How can he be as romantic and gentle as you?"

Zhao Qing: ...

He was silent for a moment, lowering his head to stare at the tea in the cup, and explained with a chuckle, "I mean... Prime Minister Zhou likes to visit brothels. I don't go as often as he does."

"You haven't harmed as many girls as he has."

"But as a man, it's okay for me to harm a few girls." Leng Xian stood up with a smile and went to the window to adjust the gauze curtain.

Zhao Qing sat back and relaxed, looking at the woman's graceful figure with a smile.

That red dress was not much different from the red gauze my aunt wore in her early years.

Miss Leng's appearance is somewhat similar to Xiaoyi's...

But their personalities are completely different, and the words they say don't sound like those of a mother and daughter at all.

Zhao Qing leisurely took the teapot, poured some tea for each of them, and chuckled softly, "Women should be like collecting porcelain. They put all the ones they haven't seen before at home and take them out to play with from time to time..."

There was a sound of silver bells ringing, Leng Xian looked back and smiled softly, "I think so too."

Zhao Qing was amazed.

He leaned over and handed the woman some tea, explaining with a smile, "This is exactly what Miss Leng said."

"Xiaoyi mentioned it to me."

"I never thought Miss Leng had already forgotten it."

Leng Xian was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, she vaguely remembered that she seemed to have said these things to her daughter...

Her dark eyebrows relaxed slightly and she replied with a casual smile: "It's been so many years, how can you still remember what you said?"

"But you——"

The woman leaned forward again and whispered with a smile, "Why do you remember Xiaoyi's words so clearly?"

Zhao Qing glanced out the window with a carefree expression, then sighed with a long laugh, "Of course I've been waiting for this day, to use it as a topic of conversation with Miss Leng."

Leng Xian raised her eyes and chuckled, her neck trembling with laughter: "Do you like widows?"

"Pooh!"

"Miss Leng, respect yourself!"

Zhao Qingyi spoke sternly, but there was a hint of playfulness and ease in his smiling eyes.

"Ha~!"

"It's just a conversation. I don't see you as a gentleman at all~"

Zhao Qing let out a long laugh and sighed.

"That's common sense."

He whispered softly with a look of nostalgia in his eyes, "But even when Shuyue Qinghuan and I first met, I never felt this relaxed."

"You know Xiaoyi's personality, she wouldn't make such jokes."

"Ning'er is the only one who is lively and cheerful, and likes to joke and make frivolous remarks."

Zhao Qing raised his eyes and met Leng Xian's gaze. He suggested seriously, "Miss Leng, go out with Ning'er more often. They should become close friends who can talk about anything."

Leng Xian pondered for a moment, thinking of Chu Hongning's brightness and agility, and thought to herself that it was indeed so.

She smiled sweetly and whispered, "What if I were to travel with Xiaoyi?"

Going out with my aunt...

Zhao Qing looked odd, sipping his tea and casually replied with a smile, "Miss Leng and Fairy Zhou, don't they look more like a mother and daughter?"

"More like...?"

"Aren't we originally a mother and daughter?"

Leng Xian leaned comfortably on the wooden chair, smiling in response to Zhao Qing while casually carving a message on the communication jade in her hand to reply to her friend.

"Or does Mr. Zhao have a different opinion?"

Zhao Qing glanced sideways out the window—the white-haired fairy lazily closed her beautiful eyes and lay in the shade of the tree, quietly listening to the conversation here.

He turned back to look at Leng Xian, chuckled and said jokingly, "It's not really an opinion."

"But Miss Leng is so beautiful and lively, and Xiaoyi is so dignified and cold..."

"If others saw her, Miss Leng would look more like Xiaoyi's daughter."

Leng Xian smiled and poured more tea: "Really?"

"Then I still have to call Xiaoyi mother?"

"Young Master Zhao has become my father again?"

Zhao Qing: ...

No, no.

Xiaoyi calls me dad, but according to seniority, you should call me grandpa...

But Leng Xian was indeed cheerful and lively. Just now, Shuyue and Ningmei were whispering and joking. When she was with her aunt, she really looked like a little girl who was ignorant of the world.

"Miss Leng is so easygoing. If she really calls Xiaoyi mother, then Shuyue and Ning'er will become little mothers, right?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

"Annoying~!"

The woman laughed and spat, pushed the tea to Zhao Qing, and called out the window with a chuckle, "Miss Si He, come and have some tea with us?"

Outside the window, under the shade of the tree, the white-haired woman raised her beautiful eyes slightly, and a smile appeared on her face as she glanced at him: "I'm drinking outside... I can hear you."

"The windows must be closed."

Zhao Qing reminded with a smile.

This made Leng Xian give him a cold look.

"How many days will you stay in Liguo?"

Zhao Qing considered it for a moment, then said seriously, "I'll also take Qing Huan to Wan Xiang Gate."

"If there are no accidents, ten days or half a month will be no problem."

Leng Xian nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes fluttering as she whispered, "Half a month..."

"Your wedding banquet is not far away."

"Will you return to Chu then?"

"Or should we set off directly to Zhongzhou from here?"

Zhao Qing played with the jade fan in his hand, raised his eyes and replied with a smile: "It depends on where Miss Leng goes."

"If you think Juechen Valley is too windy and sandy and boring, then our own Siyou Sect is also quite big."

Leng Xian pretended to be unhappy: "Who says you are my family~!"

Zhao Qing laughed in surprise and said, "Miss Leng just said that we were a little late to pick her up. Why did you change your mind so quickly?"

……

After a brief silence and a smile, the woman seemed very reluctant and sighed: "Then let's go home! My father has been tired of looking at me for a long time."

"but--!"

"We can't let Zhou Zongliang come to me. The relationship has been broken off long ago."

Zhao Qing: ...

After listening to Leng Xian's earnest instructions, he was speechless for a moment.

How to answer this?

You may not believe it, but Zhou Zongliang never wanted to find you...

He shook his head and smiled, "Miss Leng will be with my sister by then, so how can we let men get close to her so easily?"

"Ah!"

"Aren't you a man? You come to us to chat and laugh when you're tired at home. Don't I understand?"

When Zhao Qing heard this, he thought... this seemed like a very good suggestion.

"Hearing these words from Miss Leng's mouth, it really feels different."

"But... we have to go to Zhongzhou too. I don't know when the immortal road will open. I may not be able to go home for more than ten years."

Hearing this, Leng Xian's expression froze, and she seemed a little lonely.

The path to immortality... Xiaoyi had just told her about it.

But, isn’t eighteen years a bit too long?

"I thought I'd have someone to keep me company..."

"Then I'll borrow your wife's room for a few days. It's been a while since I slept with Xiaoyi."

Leng Xian hummed and moaned, showing the demeanor of a proud and unreasonable girl.

Zhao Qing readily agreed and suggested with a chuckle, "If you think Xiaoyi's temperament is too cold, call Shuyue to accompany you at night to chat and have some private conversations."

The woman's eyes lit up: "You also think Xiaoyi has a bad temper?"

Zhao Qing: ...

"No, I heard it from Prime Minister Zhou."