Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

On the same night, at the night banquet at the Duke of Yun's mansion, Huo Ling'er's mood was very different from that of the Emperor and Empress. When Huo Ling'er, who was tasked with lying, was asked why Wen Jiao didn't come out, she smiled unskillfully and explained to Yin Yuan, "My sister, um, is not feeling well. She is resting in her room and won't come."

Seeing that she looked very unnatural, Yin Yuan's eyes flashed: "There is a doctor in the mansion, who is ready to be summoned at any time if someone in the family is unwell. Since the distinguished guest is not feeling well, I will ask him to go and see your sister?"

Huo Linger stuttered, "No need for that. She, she'll be fine after a night's rest. Cousin, don't you think so?" She looked at Feng Ji as if asking for help.

Feng Ji was so delighted by her calling him "cousin" that he kept a cold expression on his face and rolled his eyes at her. When he turned around and looked at Yin Yuan, his smile burst out like overflowing water in a pond: "General Yin, it's just some minor problems of a girl. There's no need for special treatment. Even if the general specifically pointed out a doctor, she would be too embarrassed to see him."

Yin Yuan had been married for many years and knew something about gynecology. After hearing Feng Ji's description, he guessed that Wen Jiao had her period. As an outsider and a man, he couldn't ask her about her physical condition. He could only smile and say, "Then... I'll ask my wife to bring a bowl of black chicken soup and some food to your cousin later."

Huo Ling'er didn't know when Wen Jiao would come back, so she hesitated again: "No need, it will be fine after a good sleep."

Yin Yuan felt more and more suspicious. Just as he was about to continue testing, he suddenly felt golden light flashing in the night sky outside the hall. The sky was bright and dark, and it was so bright that it made people dizzy. When the light was dim, it was still the same as a normal night. When the light was bright, it was as bright as day. Suddenly, several lightning bolts appeared from nowhere, weaving a huge net across the sky, like countless sharp blades, forcibly cutting the blood-red clouds in the sky. Not long after, the lightning in the sky exploded into thousands of golden stars, and the dazzling brilliance drowned the blood-red haze lingering over Chang'an.

With a thunderclap, heavy rain came pouring down.

Everyone was attracted by this strange phenomenon in the sky, and before they knew it, they all walked out of the hall and stood in the corridor to take a closer look. Yin Yuan saw that it was raining again, so he carefully reached under the eaves to catch a handful of rainwater, put it to his nose and sniffed it, and his eyebrows were full of joy: "There is no smell, it is just ordinary rain!"

The bloody rain stopped, the bloody clouds dispersed, even if everyone didn't understand what these signs meant, they realized that it was not a good thing. At this moment, seeing the lightning dispersing the bloody clouds and the rain falling from the sky, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The impact of this strange incident of the dragon head falling from the sky should fade away quickly just like the blood cloud, right?

In the guest room, Wen Jiao opened her eyes.

This bowl of black chicken soup has a little ginger in it, and a few wolfberries are dotted on the soup surface. The clear soup, bright red wolfberries, and hot white steam in the rain and fog are very pleasing to the eye. Take a sip, the taste is sweet, warming from the throat all the way to the stomach, very comfortable.

The drizzling rain was glowing a warm yellow under the dim light of the lanterns. Wen Jiao held the bowl and sat by the window, looking at the rain curtain outside the window and sipping the soup. Huo Linger was full and staggered back. Seeing this scene, she breathed a sigh of relief: "You're back! Wait, where did you get the soup?"

Wen Jiao said, "I just came back not long ago. The maid knocked on the door and brought me this soup. She said that she had received instructions to send me this tonic soup to replenish my blood. It tastes good, but why did she send it to me for no reason? And she specifically said it can replenish my blood?"

Huo Ling'er touched her nose guiltily: "It's not me, it's all Feng Ji's fault!"

"What did he say?" Wen Jiao asked curiously.

Huo Linger said: "It's just... those few days that girls have to go through every month..."

Wen Jiao had killed the red dragon after she had achieved success in her cultivation. Although she was stunned for a moment before realizing what Huo Ling'er was talking about, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed: "He said I had my period?"

Huo Ling'er emphasized again: "I didn't say that."

Wen Jiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This is indeed a good excuse. Only by saying this can I shut up Brother Yuan."

It's just that this excuse is a little more private.

Huo Linger said hurriedly: "But don't blame Fengji. It's really your brother who is too difficult to deal with. When he heard that you were sick, he insisted on sending a doctor to treat you. How could I dare to let someone really treat you? And I couldn't think of how to refuse, so Fengji helped me."

Wen Jiao smiled and said, "I don't blame him. I appreciate his willingness to help. Besides, it's a cool rainy night, and it's so comfortable to drink a bowl of warm soup. Do you want some?" She pointed to the uncovered food box on the table. Inside was a large bowl of warm black chicken soup. She only took a small bowl, and there were also a few exquisite side dishes and snacks.

Huo Ling'er touched her stomach and said painfully, "I can't eat anything at all."

Wen Jiao had a habit since she was little, whenever she did something satisfying or got good grades, she would always treat herself to a good meal. She brought this habit into this time and space, for example, on the day when she finally successfully transformed into a golden elixir after being a vegetarian for ten years, she couldn't wait to go down the mountain and eat from the beginning to the end of the town in the nearby market. After ten years of holding back, her appetite was so ferocious that even Huo Ling'er, who ate ferociously, was frightened.

Tonight, Wen Jiao was very satisfied with her performance. She thought she would be hungry after returning home, but she didn't expect to enjoy such a delicious and hot midnight snack not long after returning home, which made her even more satisfied.

It’s a pity that without some fruit wine, the food would be a little less tasty.

Just as he was daydreaming, Huo Ling'er slapped her head and took out a wine gourd: "I almost forgot, this is what Yuan Lingrang brought for you. There was wine on the table, but I didn't see him specifically filling this gourd. I guess he secretly drank it himself. Hehe, he usually looks like a decent person, but I didn't expect he would be a thief."

Wen Jiao took it, uncorked the bottle and smelled it, then smiled and said with nostalgia, "It's green plum wine."

There was a large plum forest in the garden of the Duke of Yun's mansion. At that time, she had just kicked Chen Guangrui out and returned to her parents' home. Seeing that the green plums were in good condition, she personally took the maids from Wanhua Tower to pick green plums to make wine. Thinking back to the scene at that time, it was as clear as if it happened yesterday, but it was already twelve years ago.

She poured a cup, smelled the fragrant and refreshing aroma, and was slightly intoxicated. She raised her cup to the window and said, "To this wonderful night."

All of Wen Jiao's good mood immediately fell to the bottom when she saw her name on the portraits distributed in the palace the next day.

Yuan Tiangang, who was unaware of the situation, asked curiously, "Master Lei Feng... is this the name that the Devil-Subduing Heavenly Venerable gave you?"

Wen Jiao no longer had the heart to complain about how this half-immortal figured out her master. She had long been numb to the ability of this most powerful prophet in history to predict the future. Moreover, at this moment, it was this piercing name that made her unable to complain.

She covered her face and sighed sadly: "Things are not what you think."