boyutpedia Chapter 2001 The Talisman was being carried
Chapter 2001 The Talisman was being carried
Since Lu Zhaoling had already confirmed that Fan Wuyou knew about the Great Jin Dynasty, she was no longer in a hurry to find out everything at this time.
She sent Master Shang and happy Hong back to Huai Garden.
Qian Dingxing said he would take them back with him, so Lu Zhaoling sent them a carriage and had Qingsong drive them back to Huaiyuan.
Lu Zhaoling kept the painting and Fan Wuyou.
When Qian Dingxing was about to leave, Fan Wuyou was clearly uneasy. She wanted Qian Dingxing to take her with him, but Qian Dingxing ignored her.
Seeing Qian Dingxing leave, Fan Wuyou felt a surge of indescribable grievance.
This sense of grievance was evident on his face.
Lu Zhaoling found it quite strange.
"Didn't you say you weren't familiar with Qian Dingxing? You just heard about his reputation, so you went to him to ask him to paint a portrait of you."
Lu Zhaoling and Zhou Shiyue sat down, both looking at Fan Wuyou.
"Why do you act like he abandoned you now that he's left? Do you feel like he's wronged you by not taking you with him?"
Fan Wuyou was stunned for a moment, then reached out and touched his face.
She herself hadn't realized it yet.
Do I look like I'm being wronged?
"Yes."
Fan Wuyou was taken aback.
"If I said I also didn't know why, would you believe me?"
"Ok?"
"I don't know why I have these feelings. I'm not familiar with him, but I feel a sense of warmth towards him."
Fan Wuyou sighed with difficulty.
"No, it's not just friendly, because sometimes it seems like there's also a bit of resentment. I hadn't thought about it until you mentioned it. When I first went to him for a painting, he seemed very calm and unfamiliar with me, as if he didn't have any emotional fluctuations. I don't know why, but I felt a little angry."
Fan Wuyou walked to the chair next to him and sat down.
She didn't ask them if she could sit down.
Lu Zhaoling had been observing her all along, and she did indeed share the same feeling as happy Hong: Fan Wuyou always exuded an air of superiority, though she herself might not have realized it.
Just like now, she walked over and sat down on her own, taking the second-most important seat.
Moreover, she was completely at ease, not feeling that there was anything wrong with it, nor did she realize that she might be considered a "prisoner" being interrogated.
Lu Zhaoling didn't say anything, but Zhou Shiyue frowned.
She squeezed Zhou Shiyue's hand, signaling him to be patient for the time being.
If we're talking about someone who's always had an arrogant and condescending attitude, Zhou Shiyue is an example of someone who's even more extreme.
He was a tyrant in the mortal world, and he was never afraid in the underworld. Even when he met Yama, learned that his eldest brother was a judge, and that his master was the leader of the First Mystic Sect, he never lowered his stance in the slightest.
He seems more like someone who's always been used to being in a high position.
On the contrary, he was able to control himself better in front of her.
Zhou Shiyue is clearly putting up with Fan Wuyou right now.
Lu Zhaoling even had a feeling that there used to be a girl by his side who had embarrassed him quite a bit.
She shook her head, dismissing the thought, unsure why she had even considered it.
After Fan Wuyou sat down, she subconsciously opened her mouth, wanting to say "make some tea." But when she remembered her situation, she swallowed the words back down.
Lu Zhaoling raised an eyebrow. "You'd like some more tea?"
Fan Wuyou was stunned for a moment.
"how do you know?"
"I can tell."
"I didn't expect it for a moment." Fan Wuyou felt a little aggrieved, and when she felt aggrieved, she revealed a natural charm and coquettishness.
A girl like that must have been very likable when she was alive.
She realized that not being able to drink tea was a very frustrating thing.
"I used to love drinking Qingming Yulu tea the most. It was the best-tasting tea in my hometown. Back then, people liked to drink the brewed tea powder, but I didn't. I preferred to brew it from tea leaves..."
Fan Wuyou even told her about this.
“People used to laugh at me for not knowing how to appreciate tea, saying I was doing it haphazardly. But they didn’t know that this is how it tastes best. Many years after I died, the world started drinking tea the way I did, and everyone started brewing tea.”
Fan Wuyou said proudly, "I knew it! This is the right way to drink it. I learned it from someone, but he..."
As she said this, she suddenly clutched her head with both hands, looking extremely distressed.
"Ah, my head..."
Lu Zhaoling frowned, took out the Golden Diamond Pen, and walked up to her.
Let go and let me see.
"My head hurts so much, it hurts so much..."
Fan Wuyou screamed and slipped to the ground, rolling around in pain as if he couldn't bear it.
"Qingyin, Qingbao, hold her down," Lu Zhaoling called out.
Qingyin and Qingbao rushed over immediately and held Fan Wuyou down at the same time.
After they held her down, the two maids realized that they were actually able to hold down the female ghost.
After Fan Wuyou came out of the painting, he became a real person!
The female ghost living in the painting is definitely no ordinary ghost.
The two maids dared not be distracted and quickly held her down.
Lu Zhaoling's golden pen quickly touched her forehead.
Unseen by anyone, Zhou Shiyue also stood up at this moment, frowning as he stared intently at the scene before him.
After a while, he turned to look at the piano in the painting.
Lu Zhaoling quickly drew a talisman on Fan Wuyou's forehead.
She had previously said that she had not detected any talismanic power or spiritual energy from the blood in the painting, but now that she was drawing a talisman on Fan Wuyou's forehead, she could feel it!
She felt that the talisman she drew was being absorbed by another kind of talismanic power and gently supported!
In other words, the talisman she drew had another power guiding it to be drawn even more perfectly!
This was the first time she had ever felt this way.
Lu Zhaoling was shocked by the painting.
But she quickly regained her composure and continued drawing the talisman, trying hard to feel the guidance.
This is like another kind of learning!
This was an extremely rare opportunity; she had never encountered anything like it before.
Lu Zhaoling dared not miss it.
Moreover, she always felt a sense of warmth and familiarity about this power.
She drew this talisman smoothly, but also more slowly than ever before. To others, it seemed extremely difficult to draw.
Fan Wuyou had already calmed down by the time Lu Zhaoling was halfway through drawing the talisman.
She lay on the ground, held down by Qingyin and Qingbao, staring blankly at Lu Zhaoling.
She also felt that Lu Zhaoling, who was drawing talismans like this, possessed a power that made her afraid to even breathe. She dared not move, much less struggle.
After all, she could tell the difference, and now Lu Zhaoling wasn't trying to harm her.
The intense pain she had just experienced gradually disappeared as she drew the talisman.