My Wife is A Sword God

Chapter 109: Brother-in-law, Can You Call Me Ningshuang

Chapter 109: Brother-in-law, Can You Call Me Ningshuang

Qin Feng was still anticipating the expressions of Cang Feilan and Liu Jianli when they received the sugar figurines he had made. However, he noticed that Lan Ningshuang beside him seemed a bit downcast.

Her appearance, distant and unapproachable, was reminiscent of the day he married Liu Jianli, when the two first met in the hall.

After contemplating for a moment, Qin Feng understood the reason.

Oh no, he realized that he acted impulsively earlier, making a sugar figurine of Miss Cang in front of Miss Lan. Although he didn’t know why, it was evident that Miss Lan and Miss Cang were not on good terms.

Qin Feng smirked, thinking about ways to resolve the current situation.

After a while, Qin Feng pretended to speak to himself, “I went to Qiyuan City some time ago and encountered crises multiple times. Fortunately, Miss Cang helped me out. I was wondering how to repay her kindness, and this sugar figurine solved the urgent matter.”

Lan Ningshuang was stunned at his words, realizing it was to repay a favor.

However, she felt more self-blame. When Brother-in-law was in danger, she wasn’t by his side.

Qin Feng kept observing the beautiful woman beside him. After the conversation just now, the frost on her face had melted, replaced by a sense of self-blame? What’s going on? Women’s thoughts are really hard to fathom.

“Miss Lan, you—” Qin Feng, was puzzled and wanted to ask.

But Lan Ningshuang interrupted him, “Brother-in-law, can you call me Ningshuang? Calling me Miss Lan feels a bit awkward.”

“Ah?” Qin Feng was puzzled.

“Is it not allowed?”

After saying this, she felt a bit bold, her cheeks slightly red, ears burning.

“Of course, it’s allowed. Miss Ningshuang?” Qin Feng tentatively asked.

“Yeah.” Lan Ningshuang smiled, as bright as the spring breeze in March. Although Brother-in-law still added the word “Miss,” she was still joyful.

The two arrived at Listen To Rain Pavilion and saw a familiar figure standing at the door from a distance.

Cang Feilan heard the commotion, turned her head, and coincidentally locked eyes with Lan Ningshuang.

Approaching, Lan Ningshuang sincerely expressed her gratitude, “Thank you, Miss Cang, for guarding my brother-in-law during the recent period.”

Cang Feilan didn’t say much, just nodded slightly. She glanced at Qin Feng and then walked into Listen To Rain Pavilion.

At this moment, Qin Feng said, “I’m going to read inside. I’ll probably come out in the evening. If there’s nothing urgent, Miss Ningshuang can go back to the Qin residence and come back later to pick me up.”

Hearing the address, Cang Feilan’s figure paused for a moment, but she quickly pretended as if nothing happened and entered Listen To Rain Pavilion.

“No need, I’ll wait for Brother-in-law here.”

“Alright.”

They parted ways.

On the wicker chair, Bai Li, the old man, glanced with interest, a tantalizing smile appearing on his face.

Inside the Listen To Rain Pavilion, Qin Feng found Cang Feilan, took out the sugar figurines he had made earlier, and then…

“Miss Cnang, this is for you.”

Cang Feilan furrowed her delicate brows slightly but accepted the sugar figure, carefully examining it.

The sugar figure resembled her greatly, even the temperament between the eyebrows was quite similar, indicating the meticulous effort the maker put into it.

Her brows instantly relaxed, and a hint of a smile appeared in her blue eyes.

“Try it quickly, see how it tastes. If it melts, it won’t be good anymore,” urged Qin Feng.

The thoughts of the drunkard are not in the wine.

He just wanted to see the true face hidden under the black square scarf.

Unfortunately, Cang Feilan wiped the sugar figure away with her right hand, and even her reply was not much different from what Leng Ningshuang had said before.

“I’m not in the mood now. I’ll eat it after I go back.”

Qin Feng immediately revealed a look of regret.

At this moment, a black delicate hairband appeared out of nowhere in Cang Feilan’s hand, with golden patterns flowing on it, obviously not an ordinary item.

“What is this?” Qin Feng asked with curiosity.

“An artifact I happened to obtain earlier, capable of calming the mind and helping those who follow the path of Literature Saint Daoist to restore their Literature Qi. For me, it’s not of much use, so consider it a gift in return for your sugar figure,” Cang Feilan said casually, never forgetting the matter of the treasure in Qiyuan City.

Qin Feng opened his mouth and took the hairband.

A mere sugar figure could exchange for an artifact; he seemed to see a path to wealth.

“Isn’t this inappropriate?” Qin Feng felt a bit guilty, then silently replaced his hairband.

“No matter, such things take up some space in my house too,” Cang Feilan dismissed it.

Qin Feng twitched his face; he was becoming increasingly curious about Cang Feilan’s identity. What kind of family could produce such a generous rich woman!

“Then, thank you, Miss Cang.” He clasped his fists.

At these words, a trace of displeasure flashed in Cang Feilan’s blue eyes. She wanted to say something but decided against it.

“Hmm.” She made a nasal sound and turned away with long strides.

Qin Feng looked at her graceful figure and vaguely saw something unusual on the exposed ear tips under the black square scarf.

In a street in Jinyang City, a crowd of people surrounded a large open space, cheering from time to time.

In the center of the crowd, a silver-haired young man in colorful attire was performing a talent show.

Behind the carriage, the small wooden house had already been placed on the ground by him, and the magical Hundred Demon Array was vivid and lifelike.

The Demon Sealer reached his right hand into the Hundred Demon Array, then slowly opened it in front of everyone, saying, “Transform!”

Colorful butterflies danced gracefully in the surprised eyes of the crowd, flying towards the sky, and then bursting open one after another, splattering green blood.

The onlookers were shocked, but in the blink of an eye, the blood turned into dazzling green fireflies, radiant and splendid.

“Good!” The onlookers applauded.

Yao Zang raised two fingers, and on the Hundred Demon Chart, a beautiful face suddenly appeared.

Pale purple eyelids, pink pupils, a face as fair as snow, and lips as vivid as cinnabar.

A blue mist surrounded the beautiful face, adding a unique allure.

Everyone present, regardless of gender, was enchanted upon seeing this face.

Yao Zang grinned, almost to his ears, but this shocking scene did not catch the attention of the crowd.

His right hand tapped continuously on the center of his left palm. The beautiful face slowly drifted out from a small wooden house, carrying a bewitching smile that captivated everyone’s attention.

In the eyes of everyone, only the beautiful face remained.

A hint of fierceness flashed in Yao Zang’s eyes. Just as he was about to do something, his brows suddenly raised.

His shadow behind him kept elongating, extending into the nearby alley, then slowly stood up and transformed into an identical Yao Zang.

In the dim alley, the ground began to loosen.

In a moment, wearing a black and white robe with a ghost mask on his head, and long gray hair, Qian Gui appeared.

“Did you bring the thing?” Qian Gui extended a hand wrapped in white burial cloth.

Yao Zang didn’t take out anything. Instead, he asked with a smile, “Of course I brought the ghost’s things, but I can’t open them. Can you tell me what’s inside?”