Transmigrating to Female Supremacy: Husbands, Don’t Be Too Outrageous

"Zhen Zhen!"

As soon as he saw Ye Hui collapsed to the ground, Zhao Youqing immediately ran towards Ji Zhen, took her hand and checked if she was injured.

"Are you hurt anywhere? Why do you have such a bad temper? You have to fight here when there is nothing going on. You are really..."

"I am fine."

Ji Zhen suddenly gave Zhao Youqing a kiss on the cheek, successfully stopping his mumbling.

Zhao Youqing froze in place, touching his face that was secretly kissed, and sighed helplessly:

"It's already so late! Why are you still......"

"I can't help it. It's my fault that I'm a sex-hungry ghost!"

Ji Zhen imitated Ye Hui's tone, pursed her lips, sighed deeply, but acted like a rogue, which made Zhao Youqing so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment.

Ji Zhen walked to Ye Hui, observed her expression, and said:

"Really? This is the first time I've met someone who loves fighting but can't handle it. How did Shi Lang teach his apprentice? It's really troublesome."

After she finished her complaints, she helped Ye Hui up and half leaned on her. She activated her Dantian, fully raised her true Qi, and slowly transferred it into Ye Hui's body.

Not long after, Ye Hui groaned and opened her mouth to spit out another mouthful of blood. This time the blood was a slightly darker color. Ji Zhen leaned over to take a look, then he felt relieved and called it a day.

However, when she looked up, she saw Zhao Youqing sitting opposite her with an unhappy look on his face.

"what?"

Ji Zhen didn't know why Zhao Youqing suddenly became unhappy, and Zhao Youqing asked directly:

"You call her Master Shi Lang? You are so affectionate. What is your relationship with that Shi Lang?"

"what?"

Ji Zhen was stunned, and blinked her eyes before she realized that it was Master Zhao who was jealous. She burst out laughing, pointed at Ye Hui, and asked Zhao Youqing:

"How old do you think she is?"

Zhao Youqing turned his head away, not looking at Ye Hui, and said sullenly:

"It is rude for a man to guess a woman's age at will. Stop it."

Ji Zhen laughed, expressed his agreement, and continued:

"Then let me tell you, Ye Hui is already 46 years old. Her master Shi Lang, whose surname is Shi and given name is Lang, the Lang in Linlang, not the Lang in Langjun! When he came to the northwest three years ago, he was already nearly 60 years old. His hair is half white, he could be my grandfather. Do you understand? Why are you so jealous!"

"this......"

Zhao Youqing felt embarrassed by what Ji Zhen said and lowered his head.

Ji Zhen raised her eyebrows and glared at him coquettishly. She took Ye Hui's pulse and found that she had finally recovered and was about to wake up. She picked her up and walked into the house. She then instructed Zhao Youqing:

"Bring in the Drunken Spring Blade."

Zhao Youqing picked up the Drunken Spring Knife on the ground and followed Ji Zhen into the small house behind Ye Hui's barbecue stall.

The hut was very small and simple, with four walls made of logs. To prevent insects, it was covered with a thick layer of mud wrapped with herbs. It smelled like herbs and soil. There was no tile on the roof, only thick thatch to barely cover it.

The door of the cabin was made of several pieces of wood, with a rusty lock hanging diagonally on it.

However, Ji Zhen could tell the difference of this lock at a glance. There was no keyhole from top to bottom, only a deep engraved line at the bottom.

This is a mechanical lock that was passed down from the Mohist school. It was Shi Lang's favorite and he naturally taught it to his apprentices as well.

Ji Zhen smiled slightly, moved his fingers slightly, and pushed and picked lightly a few times. In just a few breaths, he unlocked the mechanism and carried Ye Hui in.

The furnishings inside the hut were as simple as they looked outside. A set of worn wooden tables and chairs and a bed covered with a straw mat were all the furniture in the room.

Under the straw mat, the bed boards were of different lengths and the pillows were filled with hay. Only the quilt on the bed was decent, quite thick and filled with cotton.

However, the space was very small. After Ji Zhen put Ye Hui on the bed, Zhao Youqing, who was tall and had long legs, still looked very crowded in the room. So Zhao Youqing took the initiative to wait outside and told Ji Zhen not to fight with Ye Hui again.

Ji Zhen looked at Zhao Youqing with disdain and chased him out.

After everything was settled, Ji Zhen poured half a cup of warm water, helped Ye Hui up, brought the water to her mouth, and fed her little by little.

Ye Hui had a strong desire to survive and a good physical foundation. Although she was actually attacked by her own internal energy, Ji Zhen used his internal energy to help her regulate her breathing and she was fine. After Ji Zhen fed her half a cup of medicine, she woke up slowly.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Ji Zhen sitting calmly on her bed. She became excited again, and a breath of foul air got stuck in her chest, almost suffocating herself to death.

Ji Zhen quickly sent her true energy to calm her down. After struggling for a long time, Ji Zhen looked at her pale face and said helplessly:

"Do you think you have to be so angry? If you continue to be angry about something like this, I'm afraid your master will beat you up when you see him."

"You are not allowed to mention my master!" Ye Hui was already exhausted from the torture, but she still insisted on being stubborn.

Ji Zhen was speechless. She took off her finger blade and threw it into Ye Hui's hand, saying:

"Look at this for yourself before you talk to me."

Ye Hui picked up the fingertip blade in confusion and looked at it back and forth. Suddenly, she found that the fingertip blade seemed familiar. She turned over and got out of bed, stumbled to the table, put Ji Zhen's fingertip blade next to Zui Chun Dao, and after comparing them, she found that the two weapons were made of the same piece of Shensha meteorite iron.

"How is it possible? Master gave you half of that piece of meteorite iron?" Ye Hui looked at Ji Zhen in disbelief.

Ji Zhen nodded, walked slowly to the table, took back the fingertip blade, put it on his hand, admired it for a while under the dim light, and said:

"I met Shi Lang in Beijing a few years ago and we hit it off right away.

He said that in order to find a weapon for his apprentice, he traveled from Xirong to Nanyue for several years before finding this piece of meteorite. Today, we got along well and became siblings. He cut the meteorite in half and gave it to me.

And I gave him a scabbard made of the finest rhinoceros horn, inlaid with four pearls, four rubies, six turquoises, and twelve sapphires. Have you seen it?"

Of course Ye Hui had seen it. Not only had she seen it, Shi Lang also specifically told her that it was a gift from his junior uncle in Nanyue and that it was extremely precious, so he asked her to keep it well.

At that time, she thought that the master's junior fellow must be an old man with white hair and beard like the master, but she didn't expect that it was a girl in her teens. She also didn't expect that it was the Qingyan County Prince who was famous at the age of 18 and whom she regarded as an enemy.

Ye Hui collapsed to the ground, with mixed feelings in her heart. She stared at Ji Zhen, unable to speak.

Ji Zhen smiled, walked up to her, squatted down, and said:

"It's okay if you don't recognize me as your junior master, but there is one thing you must give me."

"Yes, what?" Ye Hui asked subconsciously.

"Antidote for year after year worry."