Joy of Life: Starting by clinging to the eldest princess's coattails!

Chapter 88 Wu Feng: I promise this is the last time!

In the mountains and forests, Wu Feng looked in the direction where Wu Zhu had disappeared and let out a soft breath.

He originally came to this remote mountain forest to familiarize himself with the newly acquired secret technique, "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix," but unexpectedly stumbled upon Chen Pingping and Wu Zhu's antics.

But it's all for the best; everything that needed to be explained has been explained.

A mountain breeze caressed my face, carrying the dampness of the grass and trees.

Wu Feng turned around, his figure swayed, and once again used the Flying Floss Light Smoke Skill to lightly drift into the depths of the dense forest.

He needs to hurry.

Tonight's plan cannot go wrong in the slightest.

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Not long after, deep in the mountains, Wu Feng sat cross-legged on a blue stone, his true energy slowly circulating around him.

He could sense that all the birds within a radius of several miles centered on this mountain were within his perception.

It's a very strange feeling.

It was as if he could understand the birds' language, sense their emotions, and even convey simple instructions to them.

"Come."

The next moment, a rustling sound came from the forest.

A flock of birds flew in from all directions, circling above the mountains.

Golden eagles, white cranes, swans, egrets... the larger ones have wingspans of nearly ten feet, while the smaller ones are like sparrows and cuckoos, densely packed together, numbering in the hundreds.

Wu Feng opened his eyes, looked at the swirling clouds above his head, and a smile appeared on his face.

This was only part of what he had gathered.

Tonight, he will ride a white crane, accompanied by a sky full of flying feathers, and appear in the skies above Kyoto.

He wanted to make sure that old cunning Emperor Qing would never be able to sleep again whenever he thought of tonight, and would never dare to leave his study so easily again.

Two hours passed, and the sky gradually darkened.

Wu Feng stood up and glanced westward.

The sun had already set in the west, its orange-red light bathing half the sky.

It's time to go back and prepare.

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Two quarters of an hour later, seven miles east of the outskirts of Beijing, lies Qiwu Villa.

Wu Feng went straight into the backyard.

The courtyard was quiet, with only a few maids moving quietly under the eaves.

"Prepare hot water, I want to take a bath," Wu Feng instructed the maid who came to greet him.

"Yes," the maid curtsied and turned to leave.

Wu Feng entered the room where Li Yunrui usually stayed.

He was very familiar with this room.

Although he only stayed at the villa for a few days, he and Li Yunrui had already explored every nook and cranny of the room during those nights.

Hot water was prepared quickly.

He took a bath and changed his clothes, washing away the dust of his journey, and put on clean undergarments.

By the time he finished getting ready, it was completely dark.

The moonlight outside the window was hazy, and the stars were sparse.

Wu Feng dismissed all the maids from the backyard and closed the door behind him.

He was the only one left in the room.

He walked to Li Yunrui's dressing table, sat down, summoned the system, and took out the makeup tool kit from his inventory.

Wu Feng took a deep breath and began to act.

Foundation, eyebrow pencil, blush... He moved with practiced ease, carefully applying makeup to his face.

The eyebrows should be drawn to look more lively, the corners of the eyes should be slightly upturned, and the lips should be fuller...

Time passed little by little.

The dim candlelight flickered on the mirror, reflecting his focused profile.

Half an hour later, Wu Feng put down his pen.

He looked up at himself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror has delicate features, a calm gaze, and a faint smile on their lips.

It was Ye Qingmei's face.

Wu Feng stared at it quietly for a few seconds, silently thinking: This is the last time.

He got up, walked to the bedside, and took out Li Yunrui's plain white clothes.

The fabric of the clothes is very soft and slightly cool to the touch.

He put them on one by one.

After tying his belt, he stood in front of the mirror and looked at "Ye Qingmei" in the mirror.

She wore plain white clothes and had black hair like a waterfall.

Those eyes, calm yet revealing an inexplicable sense of detachment.

Wu Feng let out a soft breath.

set off.

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Meanwhile, at the Imperial Palace in Kyoto, in the Imperial Study.

The candlelight was bright.

Emperor Qing sat behind his desk, holding a memorial in his hand, but his eyes were somewhat unfocused.

Eunuch Hou stood bowing at the lower end, his voice very low:

"Your Majesty, the Princess only brought eight eighth-rank sword-wielding maids with her when she left the capital this time; there were no ninth-rank experts accompanying her."

Emperor Qing grunted in acknowledgment and put down the memorial.

"I understand. You may leave now."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Eunuch Hou left the imperial study and gently closed the door.

The study fell silent.

Emperor Qing leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

After a few breaths, he spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet carrying a chilling killing intent:

"Let's take everyone and set off."

In the darkness, a figure silently emerged.

This man was dressed in black casual clothes and had an ordinary face. He was one of the two ninth-rank masters who had been guarding Chang Le Palace a while ago.

As for the other person, his skull had already been pierced by Wu Zhu's steel chisel.

He didn't speak, but simply bowed to Emperor Qing.

"Follow them for now, don't rush to attack." Emperor Qing kept his eyes closed. "Strike when we're halfway there. Apart from the Eldest Princess, leave no one alive."

"Take her back to Kyoto secretly, and Qin Ye will cooperate with you."

The man in black nodded, and with a flicker, disappeared into the shadows in the corner of the study.

The Imperial Study returned to silence.

Emperor Qing opened his eyes and looked out at the deep night.

He didn't want to see Li Yunrui again.

Especially the way she looks in white.

But we can't kill her yet.

At least until it's clear how she subdued the three major workshops and Qingyutang, and until he takes control of them, she cannot die.

Since we can't kill him...

Then let's imprison him.

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The highest pavilion in the Censorate.

Chen Pingping sat alone in her wheelchair, gazing at the night sky outside the window.

The moon tonight is very thin, like a curved hook, hanging in the dark blue sky.

The stars were sparse and the clouds were few.

Chen Pingping was somewhat lost in thought.

Wu Feng said... "Miss will be there tonight."

He told him to pay more attention to the sky, but where in the sky? How did it appear? He didn't know.

But he's willing to wait.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, he wants to see Miss again.

Suddenly, a quarrel broke out from under the high pavilion.

Chen Pingping frowned, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

He'd finally gotten this opportunity; what if his subordinates ruined it...?

"Get out of the way! I need to see Chen Pingping!"

"Lord Fan, the Dean has ordered that no one is to disturb us..."

"Make him come out and see me!"

It's Fan Jian.

Chen Pingping sighed, suppressing the slight irritation in her heart.

"Let him come up," he said calmly to the people downstairs.

Footsteps soon followed.

Fan Jian stormed up to the attic, his collar askew.

"Chen Pingping!" he demanded immediately. "Why did you bring everyone back? Have you already found the child?"

Chen Pingping turned her wheelchair around, her face expressionless.

"The child has been found, he's safe." His voice was cold. "But I don't want to talk about it now. You'd better not bother me."

After saying that, he turned back and continued to gaze at the night sky.

Fan Jian was stunned.

He had never seen Chen Pingping speak to him in such a tone, as cold as ice, leaving no room for negotiation.

But he was really anxious.

Chen Pingping said the child had been found, but he couldn't relax until he saw him with his own eyes.

Fan Jian walked over to Chen Pingping and looked in the direction he was looking.

moon?

At a time like this, who's in the mood to admire the moon?

He was about to speak again...

"Speak again," Chen Pingping's chilling voice rang out, "and I'll have you thrown out."

Fan Jian felt a lump in his throat, and his face turned red.

"you!"

He stared at Chen Pingping's retreating figure, but ultimately swallowed his words.

The attic became quiet.

Chen Pingping gazed at the crescent moon, her eyes gradually softening.

Miss……

Will you really show up?