I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 370 Hard to find even with a lantern

"It's not salty, it's just right for me." Feng Jing put the washed dishes and chopsticks on the rack to drain, shook the water droplets off his hands, and walked over.

He glanced at the half-eaten bowl of wontons left in front of Chu Liuzheng, assuming it was leftovers, and clicked his tongue: "If you can't finish it, don't cook so much, it's a waste."

“It’s not mine.” Chu Liuzheng poked a wonton with his chopsticks. “It was cooked for the young master. He said it was too salty and didn’t eat many.”

Seeing that she looked listless and lacked energy, Feng Jing assumed that Xiao Jingfan had scolded her. He immediately stepped over the bench and sat down opposite her, comforting her, "Young Master is a precious person, different from us. Next time, you can make something for Young Master separately, just put less salt in it."

Chu Liuzheng sighed.

If only it were just a matter of salt.

Feng Jing looked at her and said, "You've sighed eight hundred times today. What could be making you so worried?"

"Not yet..." Chu Liuzheng slumped onto the table in frustration, burying his face in his arms and rolling around, stomping his feet under the table as if he wanted to trample the ground through.

Feng Jing didn't hear what she said afterward, but she startled him quite a bit with her commotion. He leaned back, staring wide-eyed at the seemingly crazed person opposite him with disbelief: "Are you possessed?"

He can only cure illnesses, not exorcise evil spirits!

"You're the one who's possessed." Chu Liuzheng looked up and glared at him, annoyed. "Can't you wish me well for once?"

"Yes." Feng Jing, who had been sitting up, sat back down and, mimicking her, leaned on the table, his tone tinged with gossip. "Are you worried about the young master's affairs?"

Chu Liuzheng grunted an "Mmm" through his nose.

Feng Jingqing cleared his throat: "For the sake of our friendship, I'll help you think about it."

Chu Liuzheng looked at him, wanting to hear what this divine doctor could come up with.

Feng Jing: "There is a folk saying that a woman marries a man because he is well-fed and clothed. In this respect, young masters have no choice."

Chu Liuzheng: "...I heard the village matchmaker say that when I was a child."

"Who said it isn't important," Feng Jing forced the conversation back to the point. "Just tell me if it's right or wrong."

Chu Liuzheng thought about it for a moment, and since a material foundation was indeed important, he reluctantly nodded.

Feng Jing continued, "Women all love handsome young men. With your demeanor and charm, young master, one is worth ten handsome young men, right?"

As someone who is obsessed with appearances, Chu Liuzheng found it hard to refute and nodded again.

Seeing that she agreed, Feng Jing counted on his fingers: "He has power, influence, money, grain, land and houses, good looks and good health, is both literate and martial, talented and resourceful, and has a large group of capable people under his command. He can bestow a title upon his father-in-law's family with just a word. If this were in the hands of a matchmaker, he would be a one-in-a-million husband that you couldn't find even with a lantern."

Chu Liuzheng said coolly, "Yes, he's still a good husband with three thousand beauties in his harem, who can wipe out his father-in-law's family with just a word."

Feng Jing scratched his face: "...You should think more about the benefits."

Chu Liuzheng felt something was off as he listened, and squinted at him: "Who told you to say these things?"

Feng Jing: "..."

He looked up at the sky, silence being golden.

"If we don't say that, we can't be friends anymore." Chu Liuzheng tapped the table, his expression very serious.

“Okay, I’ll tell you.” Feng Jing looked at her. “It’s Chen Xing.”

"Chen Xing?" Chu Liuzheng asked in surprise, puzzled, "Why would she do such a thing?"

"Then you'll have to ask her," Feng Jing shrugged. "I owe her a favor, and I'm repaying it. Those were the things she told me to memorize, and then she made me repeat them to you. There's a whole bunch more after that; it took me a long time to memorize. Do you want to hear it—"

"I won't listen." Chu Liuzheng felt bewildered and picked up the wonton bowl on the table, pouring the remaining wontons into the swill bucket.

Feng Jing followed her over and poked her shoulder: "Are you angry?"

"No." She washed the bowl and said, "Let's go."

Feng Jing walked alongside her, turning his head to look at her: "Really not angry?"

"Hmm." Chu Liuzheng lowered his head and stepped on his own shadow.

She wasn't angry at all. What others do and say is their business, and it's none of her concern.

She didn't want to guess why Chen Xing did this; it was already difficult enough for her to take care of herself. Seeing that she didn't blame her, Feng Jing felt a little guilty and said in a low voice, "I'll make the medicine you need as soon as possible."

"Really?" Chu Liuzheng's eyes lit up, somewhat surprised.

Feng Jing nodded, thinking to himself that this was an apology.

Chu Liuzheng's mood improved slightly. When he parted ways with Feng Jing, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Why don't you want Abbot Jiang to raise the Shadow Moon Gu?"

"Is there?" Feng Jing looked up at the sky.

Seeing his standard guilty conscience, Chu Liuzheng decisively exposed him: "Whether it was during the Red Beauty Gu incident or the Red Tassel incident, you acted even more excited than Abbot Jiang. Is there some hidden reason?"

Feng Jing muttered under his breath, "It's because I'm soft-hearted and can't stand seeing others court death in front of me."

Chu Liuzheng: "..."

Why don't you throw away the poison on your body before saying this?
She asked tentatively, "Is Abbot Jiang's life in danger?"

"Hmm, probably." Feng Jing answered vaguely, and seeing that Chu Liuzheng wanted to ask more questions, he quickly slipped away.

Chu Liuzheng frowned as he watched him run away. He opened the system and browsed through it, but found no related information.

Another worry suddenly appeared.

She raised her hand and rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

The consequence of thinking about things before going to bed is that you still feel preoccupied when you wake up.

Looking at the sky just beginning to brighten outside the window, Chu Liuzheng rubbed his messy hair, unable to remember what he had just dreamed about.

She irritably put on her shoes, got out of bed, quickly washed up, grabbed her purse, and went out to buy breakfast and get some fresh air.

As Chu Liuzheng reached the door, he happened to run into Lü Fei who was entering. Chu Liuzheng greeted him, "You just got back?"

"Hmm." Lu Fei, still covered in dew, glanced at the gray sky and reminded her, "It looks like it's going to rain. You'd better bring an umbrella when you go out."

"I'll just go to the street corner to buy a few egg pancakes, I'll be right back." Chu Liuzheng found carrying the umbrella in the way, and asked with a smile, "What would you like for breakfast? I'll buy it all together."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, young lady." Lü Fei didn't stand on ceremony. "If you have fried dough sticks and rice dumplings, please bring me a portion, preferably savory rice dumplings."

"it is good."

It was still early, and there were few pedestrians on the street.

The egg pancake stall at the street corner had just been set up when Chu Liuzheng, a customer, arrived.

She glanced at the stall, saw that it was fairly clean, and asked, "How much are the pancakes?"

"Five coins a piece." The stall owner was an old woman with a floral headscarf, a ruddy complexion, slightly yellow skin, and very obvious smile lines at the corners of her eyes. Her voice was full of energy.

She greeted him warmly, "How many sheets do you want, young lady?"

"Six cards," Chu Liuzheng counted the number of people and changed his mind, "No, ten cards."

That's a big deal.

The old woman smiled so hard her wrinkles were all knitted together. She carefully noted down Chu Liuzheng's requirements and began making pancakes.

While she was busy, she struck up a conversation with Chu Liuzheng: "Miss, you look unfamiliar. Did you just move in?"

"Visiting relatives," Chu Liuzheng replied casually, his eyes darting around the stalls, looking for the fried dough sticks and rice dumplings that Lü Fei wanted.

The savvy vendors called out loudly, offering all sorts of food: steamed buns, fried dough twists, tea eggs, fried dough sticks with rice dumplings, tofu pudding... everything looked quite appealing.

For some reason, Chu Liuzheng's irritable mood, which had been bothering him since morning, improved considerably.

Although you can't buy ten of them like you would buy egg pancakes, it's still okay to buy one or two to try.

Since there are so many people, we're not worried about not being able to finish the food.

The only downside is that she's alone, so it's hard to carry all the items she buys.

Just as she was considering buying two more steamed buns and asking the vendor to deliver them for her, a voice came from beside her, "Need any help?"