Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Fairy Project

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Zhang Zheng looked at his delicate but heroic face in the mirror, and said to Cen Qing curiously and admiringly.

"Watch your voice. ”

Cen Qing reminded him, and dressed himself up as a scholar he had used to use on the side, called the dog over again, and looked up and down: "Do you want to play a maid or a scholar?"

"Pretending to be a scholar, of course. Goudan'er glanced at Zhang Zheng in disgust, it looked really strange for a man who was so happy to be a woman.

"Poor baby, your three views must have suffered tons of damage. Cen Qingxu babbled and pulled the dog over, gestured at his hair, and said on a whim, "If you can always maintain such an attitude towards Lady Zhang, I will pretend to be a loyal protector in case the scholar is hooked up with by the woman." ”

"Master...... Ah no, young man, I was wrong. The dog shuddered, and hurriedly said that he didn't want to pretend to be a girly maid at all.

"Hmm. Cen Qing tilted his head and thought about it, put two mustaches on the dog's head, and painted his eyebrows thickly, anyway, this child looks only six or seven years old, with red lips and white teeth, pink and cute, it is when he can't tell the gender.

"Young man. Zhang Zheng walked by next to him, his voice was timid, and he seemed to have entered the state of performance, "Do I still need any changes?"

"The voice is a little over-the-top, too fake. Cen Qing shook his head and said earnestly, "You just need to speak in Zhang Yu's tone." ”

Zhang Zheng was already convinced by Cen Qing at the moment, closed his eyes and thought for a while, suddenly opened his eyes, and spit out a word: "Get out!"

Cen Qing was speechless for a moment, and after a while he reluctantly nodded: "Very good." ”

"I don't think so. Zhang Zheng shook his head a little distressedly, like a first-time anti-skewer actor who wanted to do his best no matter what, thought seriously for a while, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he spoke again, "Since that's the case, let's continue to discuss, it seems that we are both a little jealous and guarded...... Have you seen Zhang Quan?"

What he said was clueless, but the female voice sounded a little arrogant and a little calm, and people couldn't help but look up and pay attention to the person who spoke.

Cen Qing looked at this guy in surprise, he didn't expect him to find his feeling so quickly, it seems that he was also very talented as an actor in his previous life, but this sound a little familiar.

"He's learning from you. Dogdan'er said on the side, pouting, "But the learning is quite similar." ”

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you like a dumb person. Zhang Zheng glanced at him lightly, turned his head to Cen Qing and said, "Young Master Qing, although you are now delicate and frail and not suitable for a long journey, since the trip to Caizhou has been decided, you and I should go on the road as soon as possible." ”

After he said this, he suddenly saw Cen Qing's expression as if he had seen a ghost, and he was suddenly a little worried: "What?

"Nope. Cen Qing sighed, "I've never found myself speaking in such a nasty tone before. ”

......

Ten days later, three miles outside the city of Runan.

Cen Qing took off the book on his back, bowed his head and plunged into the door of the store with a half-dead look, and collapsed directly on the vacant seats, his mouth slightly open like a salted fish, as if he didn't even have the strength to breathe.

His face was tired, his cheeks were thin, the cloth boots on his feet had a few holes in front of them, and the blue shirt on his body had been eroded by the wind and rain, and covered with a layer of dust, which looked almost sauce-colored. Even those who knew him before couldn't find a trace of the original beautiful boy from him.

Seeing his appearance, the shopkeeper frowned, walked over and took off the rag on his shoulder, dusted off the dust on the table that Cen Qing had shaken off, and asked with dissatisfaction: "Is the guest officer sharpening or staying in the hotel?"

"Water ......"

Cen Qing spoke with difficulty, his voice was hoarse, and his throat seemed to be burning with a fire, after being sealed by the Qianyang Demon Suppression Talisman and his cultivation, he finally experienced the feeling of carrying weights for a long time in his previous life again.

"If you want to drink water, there is a river four or five miles to the east, and you can drink it directly if you plunge into it. The shopkeeper finally got impatient, and after a long time of ushering in the work he was sent to, his eyes had long been trained to be poisonous, and he saw that this scholar had no long body, and the most valuable thing on his body was only the bracelet on his right wrist, but it was worth a bird, and they were here an inn and not a pawnshop.

As soon as he said a word, he was ridiculed by the shopkeeper, Cen Qing was also helpless, and he didn't bother to take care of this vulgar thing who looked down on people, so he could only raise his arm and wave his hand back.

"Ding, ding, ding. Three colorful dangshi coins were thrown on the table, just lined up in front of Cen Qing, and then a cold and pleasant voice said, "Give him water." ”

The figure at the door flickered, and a tall young woman walked in with her feet raised, her waist-length hair was simply tied up by a green scarf, draped behind her ears like a waterfall, her eyebrows were clear and her eyes were beautiful, her green shirt was clean and dusty, and there was a long sword hanging on her waist, which made this originally plain and elegant woman a little more elegant and light - Zhang Zheng was born in a Taoist gate that pays attention to indisputable with the world, and after putting on makeup a few times, Cen Qing helped her change into such a look according to his temperament, as for whether she can hook up with Jianghu people, only God knows.

Since you have sealed my power and forced me to hurry like a ghost, I will let you be inadvertently bent by your own appearance.

After all, it's just hurting each other, who's afraid of whom?

"Thank you, Fairy Zhang. ”

Cen Qing arched his hand at Zhang Zheng, and then leaned on the corner of the table and smiled, hiding the malice in his heart.

Zhang Zheng nodded, sat down on the other side of the table, and suddenly frowned when he looked at Cen Qing's depressed appearance, vaguely feeling that he had done too much.

Because Cen Qing has always dressed up in men's clothes, he almost forgot what Cen Qing originally looked like.

"Demon, sure enough, it's a demon. ”

The soft-hearted heart was only for a moment, Zhang Zheng became indifferent after a while, waited for the guy in the store to serve tea, and took out a stack of copper plates from his sleeve and put it on the table, saying: "This is his food and room money today, is it enough?"

Although his palm is slightly larger than that of ordinary women, but fortunately, Juan Xiu is delicate and has white skin, how has this guy ever seen it, he was peeking but heard Zhang Zheng asking, and hurriedly replied: "Enough, enough, but what are you going to eat, girl?"

What Zhang Zheng took out was the best dangshi money in the southern country, purple and red, and one piece could be exchanged for forty green coins in the Jin country, not to mention letting this poor scholar eat and live for a day, even half a month would not be spent.

"I don't have to eat, and I can't help it. ”

Zhang Zheng glanced at Cen Qing again, wiped away the strange sympathy in his heart, got up and left the inn.

At this time, the dog who had been running behind the golden retriever dog with his little short legs rushed to the inn, glanced at Zhang Zheng who was leaving, and leaned in front of Cen Qing and asked in a low voice: "Young Master Qing, why is he getting more and more weird?"

Cen Qing picked up the big bowl, poured the tea into his stomach in one go, and then picked up the second bowl and gently moistened his throat, and then spoke: "It's not strange at all, he just slowly likes his image." ”