My Demonic Cult's Holy Maiden

If there's no chance... then so be it. After all, I'm just an ordinary person with limited abilities.

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After buying some beef and mutton, Qi Yu went back.

Now that Li Ming arranges for carriages to pick us up and drop us off whenever we go out, it saves us time and effort.

Whether chili peppers exist in this world is unknown, but Qi Yu has not yet discovered them.

Qi Yu cooked dinner; for no other reason than Su Yue's cooking was too bland.

As dusk fell and the autumn wind blew, Qi Yu sat in the courtyard, gazing at the crescent moon in the sky.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is just around the corner, but there is no such festival in this world!

And then, by sheer coincidence, the autumn imperial examination and the Mid-Autumn Festival fell on the same day this year.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, I can set off for the capital. The Chang family and the aristocratic families are ultimately a guillotine hanging over my head.

"My lord, have some pears!"

Su Yue came out carrying a plate of sliced ​​pears and sat down opposite Qi Yu.

As the moonlight streamed down, Qi Yu looked at Su Yue's face, which appeared somewhat pale under the moonlight, and felt a sense of unreality.

"Why are you staring at me, my husband?" Su Yue blinked and asked in surprise.

Qi Yu smiled slightly and said, "You're beautiful, so I'm mesmerized by you."

"You're so glib!" Su Yue rolled her eyes at Qi Yu and said helplessly.

"My lady, let's go to Tongyun City on the day of the autumn imperial examination!" Qi Yu said.

"Why on the day of the autumn imperial examination?" Su Yue asked, puzzled.

Qi Yu smiled, then looked at the distant mountains and said, "Because I only have you and my parents-in-law left. On this day, a family should sit together to admire the moon and eat mooncakes!" (Su Yun: ???)

Su Yue didn't quite understand what Qi Yu was saying. Why did the family have to admire the moon together on this day? And what were mooncakes?

Although I don't understand, Qi Yu said he wanted to go to Tongyun City to see his parents, so let's go!

Qi Yu got up from the stone bench, then looked up at the waning moon, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Autumn has arrived, the weather is getting cooler, so let the Chang family... be reduced to ashes!

"My lord, it's late, let's go to bed!"

Chang family?

Let him live a couple more days!

……

Qi Yu was still asleep in the early morning when the courtyard gate was suddenly pounded on.

Qi Yu frowned, then opened his bloodshot eyes. Which bastard disturbed his peaceful sleep?

Suppressing his anger, Qi Yu slowly got up, glanced at Su Yue who was fast asleep beside him, and nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that my efforts last night were somewhat effective; I finally couldn't get up.

Feeling a little better, he gently kissed Su Yue on the cheek, then got out of bed and got dressed.

Although the clothes weren't folded properly and were all scattered, Qi Yu didn't care and just picked them up and put them on.

After getting dressed, Qi Yu walked out of the house, opened the courtyard gate, and a giant panda came into view.

“Brother, I’ll rent you a stall at the zoo. You just stand there, and I’ll collect the money. How about we split the profits 50/50?” Qi Yu said.

Song Yuntao was taken aback. What is a zoo?

I didn't sleep a wink last night, and came to find you as soon as it was light. What did you say to me out of the blue?

"Qi Yu, quick, give it to me!" Song Yuntao grabbed Qi Yu's shoulder, looking anxious.

Qi Yu tilted his head, looking completely bewildered, before realizing what had happened and feeling a chill run down his spine.

He glanced at his shoulder where he was being held, his lips twitched, veins bulged on his forehead, and he raised his hand to slap the black eye.

You old gay man!

I treated you like a brother, but you just wanted to sleep with me?

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Chapter Fifty-Seven: Stubborn to the end

"Hiss~ Are you crazy? Why did you hit me?"

Song Yuntao touched the corner of his eye, gasping for breath in pain.

Qi Yu looked at Song Yuntao expressionlessly. Who told you to say those kinds of things so early in the morning?

And what you say next will determine the fate of our friendship.

"What brings you here so early in the morning?" Qi Yu asked.

When Qi Yu asked him this question, Song Yuntao remembered his purpose, and his eyes suddenly stopped hurting.

"Quickly, write me two more poems. Miss Meixiang invited me to a private chat last night to discuss poetry!" Song Yuntao said hurriedly.

Qi Yu raised an eyebrow, his tone strange, and asked, "So you and Miss Meixiang, a lone man and woman, spent the whole night together under the flowers and moon? You didn't sleep a wink?"

Song Yuntao's face was full of regret as he said, "Don't even mention it! I should have read more books before!"

"Miss Meixiang invited me to discuss poetry alone, but how could I possibly know anything about it? I couldn't answer her at all."

"In order not to give anything away, I had to make an excuse to leave Zuiqingfang. As soon as I left Zuiqingfang, I came to find you! I wanted you to write two more poems for me."

Qi Yu was speechless. What could he say?

You silly goose, they've already asked you to talk to them alone, why are you still running out here?

If you can't write poetry, just try to get by!

Do brothels really care if you can write poetry? Just pay them!

Although courtesans sell their art but not their bodies, this is just a gimmick to inflate prices. If real high-ranking officials and nobles were interested, they would rather die than submit to them.

Are you kidding me?

Which woman who went to a brothel wasn't mentally prepared?

A courtesan sells her art, not her body; it's just that you didn't offer enough money to sway her.

The poem you copied yourself has already moved Miss Meixiang. Spend a little more money and it should be done.

In such a beautiful setting, with a lovely woman in front of him, sharing a room in this ambiguous environment, this guy actually wants to discuss poetry and literature with her? Isn't that just plain stupid?

Song Yuntao is definitely a simpleton!

Qi Yu sighed, then raised his hand and placed it on Song Yuntao's shoulder, his face serious and earnest.

"Old Song, brothels are more suitable for you. As for Meixiang, just treat it as a dream! What you can't have is always the most beautiful!"

I used to think he was glib and clever, but I never expected him to be so naive when it comes to women.

"No! Qi Yu, help me one more time, just this last time!" Song Yuntao said hurriedly.

the last time?

These four words are the most unreliable and the least trustworthy.

It's either zero times or countless times!

There will never be a last time!

Song Yuntao now is just a simp who's blinded by women.

With your 'civil servant' job, marrying a virtuous and somewhat attractive wife will be a piece of cake!

But you actually like a prostitute, and you even think about going to her place every day to burn money.

Wouldn't it be better to just marry a wife with that money? Why does he have to spend money to feel comfortable?

Meixiang, is that someone you're not good enough for?

What about the price of seafood? Can you afford it?

Can you buy her freedom?

What a simp! And he's even simping around a prostitute!

You can't make a good impression!

“Yun Tao, listen to my advice. Find a wife to continue the Song family line and take care of your mother. That’s what you should be doing. Mei Xiang, forget about it. I won’t help you,” Qi Yu said calmly.

This guy's gone mad!

Song Yuntao lowered his head, frowned in thought, and after a while, he raised his head and looked at Qi Yu.

"Qi Yu, please help me one last time, for the sake of our past colleagues!" Song Yuntao said.

Qi Yu frowned. Why was this guy so stubborn?

You won't be satisfied until you die at Meixiang's feet, will you?

"This is the last time!" Qi Yu said helplessly.

Fine, go ahead and bang your head against a brick wall!

Who hasn't encountered a player they thought belonged to them when they were young, but in reality, she never did?

Men ultimately need to go through experiences to grow!

"What type of poem do you want?" Qi Yu asked.

“Anything is fine!” Song Yuntao said excitedly.

“This poem, ‘The Wanderer’s Song,’ wasn’t written by me, but I felt it was particularly suitable for you, so I read it to you. Whether you understand it or not depends on your fate. I will only read it once.” Qi Yu sighed.

Song Yuntao sat upright, looking completely absorbed.

"A loving mother's thread in her hand, a traveler's clothes on his back."

"She sewed the clothes carefully before leaving, fearing her return would be delayed."

"How can the heart of a blade of grass repay the warmth of spring?"