Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Song Yuzhi weighed the two potatoes in his sleeves.

Extend a sincere invitation.

"Come with me and have some baked potatoes."

Wei Yun was stunned.

Baked potatoes?

It's that simple?

He had thought that her request would embarrass him, but he hadn't expected her to be so easy to talk to.

Song Yuzhi told the story slowly and leisurely.

"I proposed marriage today, and you refused. I can understand."

"You're still new to me, and since you've experienced this before, you don't want to discuss marriage. So, let's just be friends. If after a while, you still don't feel anything, I won't pursue you."

The woman had a beautiful smile and spoke elegantly and calmly, but every word she said was carefully considered.

It seemed like she was giving in.

In fact, every word she said blocked his way to refuse the invitation.

He must have this baked potato.

Forget it, just be friends. As long as they are friends, she will find that he is actually a very ordinary man and not worthy of her.

She deserves someone better.

"it is good."

■

Qin Youyou, Xuanming and Song Liyuan chatted for a long time.

"You mean, you want to build a channel to sell processed agricultural products from the subcontinent to the Second Heaven?"

"Exactly."

Qin Youyou nodded.

"That's impossible. If a channel between the two planes were so easy to build, all the forces in the Second Heaven would have been scrambling to do it long ago."

She asked curiously, "I heard from Lao Peng that Scallion Sauce and Heavenly Fragrance Pills were also sold to the Second Heaven. How did they get there?"

Xuanming blushed.

"My original self... sent five clones down, and they carried it up there manually."

Qin Youyou was stunned and then laughed.

Isn’t this purchasing on behalf of others?

Xuanming said that inanimate objects such as clothes, mustard seed bags, and scallion sauce can be carried by the projected clone and travel between the two dimensions.

But he couldn't bring fresh, live onions with him.

Likewise, living animals cannot be taken up there.

Listening to Xuanming's description, Qin Youyou was puzzled: "Then...how did Luo Xie bring my father here when he first came to the continent?"

"Oh, a half-living creature like a terracotta warrior can't be put into a mustard bag, but you can temporarily open a space gap to summon it."

"The terracotta warriors have very high body strength and can pass through spatial turbulence without being injured."

"But after descending, they will also be affected by the rules of the plane, and their strength will be suppressed below the peak of the War Saint."

Qin Youyou understood.

It seems that it is impossible to open up a channel for transporting goods.

Then... we can only rely on projected clones and manual purchasing.

"How many people are available in the Xingji Pavilion?"

Xuanming was a little embarrassed.

"Only the God of War can project. Currently, there are only about fifty people available. If they project all of their clones, the strength of their original bodies will drop a level. If they encounter danger, they may be unable to fight back..."

Qin Youyou's face fell.

In other words, there are not many people who can really use it.

Xuanming was embarrassed. He was only 27 years old. His Xingji Pavilion was a newly established force. It was very rare for it to develop to such a scale in just a few years.

But when he saw the hint of disappointment on the little girl's face, he felt uncomfortable and swore to himself, no, I have to keep working hard after I go back!

"Then I'll produce the stuff first. During this time, you can search for a way to create a channel."

Xuanming wiped the sweat from his head and said, "Okay, she really knows how to find work for him."

However, if this passage can be built, the benefits he will gain will probably be immeasurable!

■

Lakeside.

The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together.

The bonfire was burning brightly, and potatoes, covered with fresh soil, were simmering underneath.

Wei Yun originally felt restrained, but after coming here, Song Yuzhi did not talk about feelings, but only talked to him about ambitions and aspirations.

Only then did he realize that this seemingly gentle girl had always regarded her mother as a role model.

"Do you want to do it?" Song Yuzhi took out two jars of wine and threw one to him.

Wei Yun smiled: "Who would have thought that the famous Song family lady, who is well-known in the capital, would actually carry wine with her?"

Song Yuzhi tilted her head back and took a big sip.

"Who would have thought that the eldest son of the Wei family, who is so good at poetry and literature, would actually start doing business?"

Wei Yun's heart trembled.

She said he was an excellent poet and calligrapher? How long had it been since someone praised his poetry and calligraphy?

He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "A scholar is useless."

"Who said that poetry and books, passed down through the ages, can awaken the deaf and awaken the blind and save the world?"

Wei Yun looked at the woman's sparkling eyes and his heart trembled.

Suddenly I felt that he had made this friend.

He raised the wine jar and said, "Cheers!"

All the resentment that had been accumulated in his heart was vented out after drinking this strong liquor.

■

"Hurry up." Wang Min'er urged the man on her.

The bed curtains shook, the man gasped for breath, and after a long time, he suddenly stopped.

"Why did you come back to see me again today? Didn't you say you were disgusted by my playboy ways and wanted to go back to find your Wei Lang?"

"Oh." A gleam of light flashed in Wang Min'er's eyes: "Meng Xian, I look down on you, but don't you look down on me too? If you really have me in your heart, you would have dismissed my concubines long ago."

Meng Xian opened his clothes and sat up, letting out a cold laugh.

"You do see clearly. How can a dissolute second-married woman like you be worthy of my dismissal of concubines? I've said it before, only a daughter of a rich family, a peerless beauty like Song Yuzhi, is worthy of my taking only one scoop from the vast expanse of water."

Wang Min'er felt sick in her heart, but a meaningful smile appeared on her face.

"You're talking about Song Yuzhi. She's fallen for my Wei Lang and wants to ruin my plans."

"What!" Meng Xian shouted in disbelief.

He had often heard Wang Min'er complain about Wei Yun before, so in his impression, Wei Yun was just a man who had been unemployed for many years and had been taking care of his mother at home, and was the most useless person.

His strength is also low, only at the early stage of the Great Battle Master, far inferior to him, the only son of the Meng family, who is at the early stage of the Great Battle Master.

He is also a married man, unlike him, whose position as the legal wife has always been vacant.

If his mother had not ascended the throne, how could that pedantic scholar be compared to a single finger of Meng Xian?

Could it be that just because Wan Feiping became the empress, Song Yuzhi licked her eagerly?

The goddess who was unattainable in his mind has now fallen into depravity. How can Meng Xian feel balanced?

He punched the headboard, feeling like Wei Yun was cuckolding him.

"Bitch."

He felt uncomfortable, but didn't dare to do anything. After all, he couldn't afford to offend Wei Yun's current status, including the status of the Song family.

"Meng Lang is angry? Then... Min'er has a plan, would you like to hear it?"

Meng Xian leaned over and listened to Wang Min'er say this, his eyes lit up.

Yes, Meng Xian, if he could cuckold Wei Yun once, why couldn’t he cuckold him a second time?

Song Yuzhi is just an early stage warrior.