The sick king's bride to bring him good fortune

Du Qing also approached. This was, after all, his senior brother, so Ruan Mozhu addressed him respectfully as "senior brother." Du Qing bowed deeply, saying, "Sect Master, you flatter me. You hold a high position and great power; I should be the one addressing you respectfully." Ruan Mozhu smiled, "There's a saying, 'A teacher for a day is a father for life.' You are certainly my senior brother, and therefore, my elder brother for life." Du Qing's eyes were filled with gratitude. He never expected Ruan Mozhu to be so loyal and righteous. He had always thought those who could accomplish great things were cold-hearted and ungrateful. Like their master, who had abandoned his disciples after so many years, leaving them to wander the world while they themselves were left to drift aimlessly, suffering greatly. Later, they learned that their master had done it all for their own good, wanting them to hone their strength. But thinking about it now, it still chilled him to the bone. Ruan Mozhu helped him up, then slowly said, "There are only the two of us here. Speak frankly, tell me what's been going on at Zhuqing Pavilion all this time." The Poisonous Affair chuckled. "Zhuqing Pavilion has been doing well lately, and its income and expenses are proportional, showing a trend of mutual development. However, there's a problem now: it needs expansion. Senior Brother thinks that to make it stronger, it naturally needs more manpower." "This mountain is a vast area, but our palace only occupies a small part. Why don't we take over the rest, even the entire mountain?" "If that's the case, then let us become a kingdom, where we can live and multiply freely. In that case, Zhuqing Pavilion would be truly wonderful." Ruan Mozhu smiled and said, "Your idea is really good. I've thought about it too. Besides, this mountain is our territory, so naturally we have to do something. As for the people involved in the expansion, you can handle them directly. You know how much it costs. Just make sure everything is alright. I don't expect you to be frugal. Just do your job well. After all, money isn't the problem; the problem is whether you can do things well with money." Ruan Mozhu smiled. Actually, this Du Qing was quite manly, because his appearance and features were very regular. This made Ruan Mozhu wonder. Was it really true that ancient times only produced handsome men? What about modern times? Modern handsome men are all the result of plastic surgery. So, it's definitely better in ancient times. No matter what kind of face you have, it's all natural. And when you smile, it's not as stiff as it is in modern times. Modern people seem to lack any sense of self-awareness; their faces are always taut and strained. She used to observe celebrities closely, and after seeing them all undergo plastic surgery, she realized how ugly they looked. Plastic surgery has even permeated ordinary life. She sees people getting plastic surgery almost everywhere in big cities; they either cover their heads or wear sunglasses, which she can easily spot. She's genuinely surprised. What's so good about plastic surgery? Besides, it doesn't make you beautiful, and it takes time. For Ruan Mozhu, it's something she shouldn't do. Therefore, seeing these ancient people feels so natural. They give off an invisible sense of warmth and approachability. They aren't as aloof as the men on TV. Their naturalness and friendliness make Ruan Mozhu happy. She even feels that ancient times were full of handsome men, which she finds quite amusing. She remembers authors constantly imagining how many handsome men existed in ancient times, but now she's finally experiencing it firsthand. So it's all true! Even in ancient times, before advanced plastic surgery, handsome men were everywhere. Ruan Mozhu pondered these things, her thoughts wandering far away. However, she naturally knew what she should do. Looking at Du Qing before her, she knew she should focus on her work, not be captivated by his appearance. Ruan Mozhu smiled. "Don't think I'm the only one. My style of doing things is completely different from yours. So, you should focus on your work; it'll be better for everyone." Du Qing smiled, his eyes shining like jewels. Ruan Mozhu looked directly at him, never expecting his eyes to be so bright when he smiled. But she knew this wasn't the time for infatuation; she should be doing something productive. At this moment, Du Qing smiled at Ruan Mozhu, "Actually, I don't know why, but I always feel that you are very different." "Because, whatever you do, there is your reason. Moreover, every time you do something, I can feel your difference. Even the creation of this Bamboo Green Pavilion is your achievement. In fact, everyone understands this. After all, it's really not easy for a woman to do so much." "Actually, these things are not surprising. It's just that you haven't thought of a good solution. I can tell you my identity. We are not from the same world, so naturally our thoughts are different. So, don't treat me like a bad person, because everything I have done is obvious to everyone." Du Qing smiled, "No matter who you are, you are still our junior sister, so don't think that you are different from us. In fact, we are all the same." At this moment, Ruan Mozhu smiled. Actually, I really do want to be different from you, but we have the same blood flowing in our veins, so it's about the same. Don't worry, I will do everything well. You just need to take responsibility and help me. "Du Qing smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll help you. Besides, don't act like you're all alone. After all, we're all here! If you have any problems, come out, and we can help you come up with a solution. That's how it should be." Ruan Mozhu said, "Actually, I really do want you to help me with some things, but you all have different ideas than me, so don't worry about anything. Just do your own thing." Du Qing had already left; Ruan Mozhu had told him to leave. She felt she needed some peace and quiet, so she sat down in that spot, intending to get a good night's sleep. This spot felt like a place for one person.