The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 42 Another Death

The wheels of the carriage made a dull sound on the long street. Lang Zhengping sat cross-legged, looking at the thin girl sitting opposite the small table. Seeing her reaching for the cloud cake on the small table, he quickly pushed the plate towards her.

"The cloud cakes at Ruyi Tower are sweet and soft. They are their signature snack. If you like them, ask the servants to buy them for you in the future." Lang Zhengping's voice was very gentle.

Lang Jiuchuan shuddered.

The tone is too soft, I'm not used to it.

She silently put down the cloud cake in her hand, looked at Lang Zhengping and said: "You don't have to be so cautious. I'm not a scourge beast that will bite you as soon as I open my mouth."

That’s right, you are just an ordinary little crow. You won’t bite anyone when you open your mouth, but you can kill people!

Lang Zhengping coughed and asked tentatively: "Have you learned Taoism?"

Lang Jiuchuan raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"You showed off your skills at your grandfather's funeral hall before. Ordinary people would not be able to see the problem with the paper products, let alone the terms such as paper figurines and spirits, but you saw it. And that old Taoist, did you fight with him? If not, how could that man become like that? And Mr. Zhao, you said he would not live for a few more days, and it turned out to be true..."

Lang Zhengping stared at her and said, "Once is a coincidence, but twice or three times is not."

Lang Jiuchuan and he looked into each other's eyes. There was a bit of vigilance, temptation, and suspicion in the other's eyes. It was clear that he was doubting her.

Coincidentally, Lang Jiuchuan had not originally intended to live the life of the original owner. She wanted to revive the corpse, and would inevitably encounter many inexplicable things in the future. She could not keep covering it up, nor could she explain it again and again. She would only be herself, so she did not intend to cover it up completely from the beginning, but to let everyone get used to her way of doing things.

After all, she will become a truly new Lang Jiuchuan in the future.

Lang Jiuchuan said: "It's not a coincidence. What are you going to do? I do know something that ordinary people don't know."

Lang Zhengping was shocked: "How can a little girl like you know all this? Even if being raised in a manor is not as good as being raised in a marquis's mansion, I know your grandmother appointed her trusted nanny to serve you, and also invited a teacher. They will definitely not teach you such messed up things."

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes flashed. Didn't he suspect that she was not the real person?

She lowered her head slightly and said thoughtfully, "In the past two years, I met a Taoist priest. He saw that I had a unique bone structure and that we had a master-disciple relationship, so he taught me..."

Her words stopped when she saw Lang Zhengping's somewhat mocking look.

Lang Zhengping sneered, "Why don't you continue making it up?"
"You have a strange bone structure, so you think you will die young... You think you are weak and easy to be deceived, right?" Lang Zhengping said: "What Youdao, I think he is just a charlatan, who specializes in deceiving young girls like you who are ignorant of the world. You are just like your father. When he was only ten years old, he also met a charlatan. He said that he had a strange bone structure and was a natural martial arts genius. He decided to teach him a martial arts that could only be broken by speed, and gave him a book on the boxing method, and cheated him out of hundreds of taels..."

As he spoke, his mood suddenly became low and the corners of his eyes turned red.

Lang Jiuchuan saw that he was showing his emotions and said nothing.

It seems that he has a very good relationship with the cheap father of this body.

Lang Jiuchuan was very obedient and did not disturb the other person from missing his old friend. He picked up the snow-white cloud cake again and took small bites of it.

So sweet, so soft, so fragrant.

This is a taste that only living people can feel.

It's good to be alive.

Lang Zhengping felt sad for a moment, pretending to be indifferent and looking up at the car wall, then looking at Lang Jiuchuan. He saw her cheeks moving like a mouse, which overlapped with the little boy who loved to follow him with sesame candy in his mouth. His eyes softened, and he personally poured her a cup of tea and placed it in front of her: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

Lang Jiuchuan took it and drank a sip, then repeated, "I know a little bit about the Dao of Nature."

Believe it or not.

Lang Zhengping only thought that she had learned some trivial things, at most, she had a mouth that was a little poisonous. After all, some people are always a little strange. Some people are born with a photographic memory and are known as Wenquxing, some people are born with great strength, and some people are prone to seeing dirty things. This one in his family, well, has a mouth that is a little poisonous.

But he didn't dare to think of her as a mysterious and extraordinary person like the Xuan clan.

Lang Zhengping thought for a moment and said earnestly, "It is better for a girl to be chaste and mature. You are my Lang family girl and my niece. Even if your father is gone, I will still take care of your marriage and find a good husband for you. So don't touch these weird things."

Lang Jiuchuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "With my body, I should not harm others. It would be bad to give the Lang family's daughter a reputation of being unlucky in marriage."

Lang Zhengping's face changed slightly, and he frowned and scolded: "Don't underestimate yourself, your body can always be adjusted."

Lang Jiuchuan did not deny it.

Seeing her like this, Lang Zhengping wanted to say something to comfort and encourage her, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them and fell silent.

He felt guilty towards his second brother.

"What's going on with Lord Shen? Do you still recognize his son?" Lang Zhengping changed the subject.

Lang Jiuchuan replied: "I don't recognize it, I just know how to look at it. I said, I know a little bit about Taoism."

Seeing that she was telling the truth, Lang Zhengping narrowed his eyes and asked, "So you said he would not die a good death. Is that true?"

"If you don't solve the problem he encountered, that will be the outcome." Lang Jiuchuan saw him refilling his tea without any airs, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "This person is upright and honest, and you can make friends with him."

Lang Zhengping laughed: "Who wouldn't want to have a close relationship with a third-rank official who holds real power? But he also has to think highly of the Lang family."

There was no disguising the self-mockery in his words.

Oh, no, didn’t she say that Shen Qinghe would have a miserable end? Why did she still ask him to be her close friend?

Could it be that she could really help the Shen family solve some difficult problems?
It's impossible. She is so young and her body is so fragile that she can't even withstand the wind and rain. How could she have that ability?
Lang Zhengping suddenly recalled the scene in which Prince Peng died as soon as he said he would, and goose bumps appeared all over his body.

I wanted to ask, but I didn’t dare.

I was afraid that what would come out of her open mouth would be unpleasant words.

The carriage stopped and we had returned to the Marquis' Mansion.

Lang Zhengping got off the carriage first, and then he saw his trusted steward Gao Ping walking towards him quickly with a sad face.

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at Gao Ping and said behind Lang Zhengping: "He lost his son."

If the Palace of Children is dark and black, it is an ominous sign. If the lines are like sword-like lines, it means a new death.

Lang Zhengping's heart skipped a beat: "What did you say?"

Gao Ping only has one son and one daughter. If he loses his son, does that mean his talent is gone?

"My Lord." Gao Ping came over, knelt down, and said with a choked voice, "It's because our servants didn't do their job well that Liangzi is gone."

Okay, another one is dead.

Lang Zhengping felt dizzy before his eyes. Were the deaths he had encountered or heard about too frequently recently?

(End of this chapter)