Scientific Travel

Wang Moyu recognized Zhao Shanglan's voice early on, but instead of going to the window to look, she sat in a chair.

Li Pingle secretly observed Wang Moyu's expression.

This is bad; there's no expression on his face.

Usually, at this point, they're either already angry or about to get angry.

Li Pingle dared not bring up the past. What's past is past. Bringing it up again would not only fail to demonstrate his determination to admit his mistake, but would also anger Deng Yin again by dredging up the past.

However, if you say nothing, the outcome won't be much better.

Li Pingle fawned over Wang Moyu, pouring her a cup of tea and even offering to massage her shoulders.

Shoulder massage is a skill that most people can't do well. But Li Pingle is no ordinary person.

His shoulder-massaging skills are second only to his cooking skills, and everyone who has had a massage by him raves about them.

Seeing his attentiveness, Wang Moyu said, "You don't need to be like this, I'm not angry."

Li Pingle continued kneading her shoulders as she spoke, saying, "Does that mean I can't massage your shoulders and pour you tea if you're not angry? I'm not doing this because I'm afraid you'll be angry; it's because I want to make you happy."

While the two were massaging each other's shoulders, Deng Yin had finished talking with Zhao Shanglan and was preparing to leave.

"There are a lot of people downstairs, I'm going to take a look."

“I’ll go with you too.” Wang Moyu put down her teacup, stood up and followed Deng Yin.

Li Pingle didn't say anything; he quietly followed behind Wang Moyu.

The three floors below are sealed off by cypress metal; the only way out is through the basement.

Deng Yin dug out another passage in the corridor. At the time, Wang Moyu was only focused on the sounds from upstairs and did not see that there was another passage.

Seeing that everyone was about to leave, Wang Xi insisted on going with them. Wang Moyu refused, and although Wang Xi was a little disappointed, she obediently returned to her room.

Wang Moyu had heard of Zhao Shanglan before. She never did anything without a benefit to herself, so her sudden visit this time was probably still about what happened last time.

"What do you want from me?"

Deng Yin's voice came from behind Zhao Shanglan, startling her.

As expected of a deity, even their entrance is so unique.

“This time it’s not that I wanted to find you,” Zhao Shanglan said, pointing to the man beside her. “It’s him who wanted to find you.”

Deng Yinguang was focused on Zhao Shanglan, and only noticed the man after hearing what she said.

The man was dressed in white, his hair tied up with a jade hairpin. White clothes make one appear darker, but the man was fair enough that wearing them not only didn't make him look darker, but actually made him appear even fairer.

Beneath her captivating eyes was a beauty mark, and her nose was high and straight. Her features, though seemingly passionate, combined to give her an air of purity amidst the mud.

Cui Wuji did not miss the fleeting look of amazement in Deng Yin's eyes. He politely said, "My surname is Cui, and my given name is Wuji. I have come here today because I have heard of the immortal's great name and have come to pay my respects."

Deng Yin had never heard of this name, but Wang Moyu and Li Pingyue had.

But neither of them knelt down, pretending they didn't know who he was.

Ignorance is no excuse. The emperor wouldn't be so petty as to get angry because the people didn't recognize him.

"Now that you've seen me, that counts as a visit. You can leave." Deng Yin started to shoo him away; she hadn't finished making the bed yet!

Cui Wuji didn't expect her to send him away so soon. He was now starting to doubt whether Deng Yin's eyes had really flashed with amazement just now, or if he had seen it wrong.

Cui Wuji was not mistaken; Deng Yin did indeed think he was very handsome.

But that was all. Deng Yin didn't have a good impression of Zhao Shanglan, and naturally, he didn't have a good impression of the people she brought either.

"I have something I'd like to say to you alone, Fairy," Zhao Shanglan said. "Would you be so kind as to grant me that opportunity?"

“Okay.” Deng Yin agreed, also curious about Zhao Shanglan’s purpose in coming here today.

If it's still for Uncle Li, then Deng Yin will have to cast the spell again...

She hasn't finished making the bed yet!

Zhao Shanglan lowered her voice and asked Deng Yin mysteriously, "Do you know who he is?"

Deng Yin shook his head and said, "Is he very famous?"

The term "famous" is generally used to describe courtesans, courtesans, and storytellers. It is a positive term for those who need to be in the public eye, but a negative term for ordinary people.

Moreover, for the emperor, that was practically the same as scolding him.

She had been worried that Deng Yin might take a liking to him, but now it seems she had worried for nothing.

She's a goddess! Even if you don't like her, you can't like anyone else!

“It’s not just famous, it’s extremely famous!” Zhao Shanglan spoke ill of him behind Cui Wuji’s back, feeling very guilty. Her voice was several octaves lower, and she wished she could whisper in Deng Yin’s ear. “He is the emperor.”

"!!!!!!!!!"

To maintain his image, Deng Yin mentally filled in a bunch of exclamation marks, but outwardly maintained the image of a wise man who didn't care about anything.

"Then why did he come to me?" Could it be to seek revenge for the old Grand Tutor?

"He came to see your magic for himself. You don't know how heated the court is right now, with people arguing about who's more powerful, you or the old Grand Preceptor. If you can show him your prowess, he might change his mind about you."

Fearing that Deng Yin might not agree, Zhao Shanglan gave her an example: "Take Wang Xi for example. If the emperor rescinds his order, she will no longer have to hide because of her birthday."

“Now that she’s with me, she doesn’t need to hide anymore.” Deng Yin was unmoved by her words and showed no interest in what she was saying.

Zhao Shanglan found it strange. What benefit would this bring her? Could it be that her child was born in an unlucky year, time, and month?

Seeing that she was unmoved, Zhao Shanglan continued to tempt her, saying, "If this matter is accomplished, it will be a meritorious deed. You have saved so many children, and I believe they will be willing to worship you."

“I don’t need offerings.” Deng Yin disliked beating around the bush and simply laid it all out: “You don’t seem like the type to do things that don’t benefit you. If you tell the truth, I might be able to help you, but if you’re going to keep spouting these high-sounding platitudes, then I’ll have to see you out.”