Chapter 1085 - Chapter 1085: Jealousy, Meet (1)

Chapter 1085: Jealousy, Meet (1)

Lang Xuan sat down, his body still trembling slightly, his fingertips tingling as if electric currents coursed through them, causing his heart to twitch.

Even after confirming that Si Fuqing was indeed his Little Junior Sister, he still struggled to believe that someone who was supposed to be dead could come back to life.

Perhaps some extraordinarily powerful Master of Yin-Yang possessed the ability to bring people back from the dead, but four years ago, during that explosion, even the Old Five and their master had determined that Little Nine had no chance of survival.

What was going on?

But those questions didn’t matter anymore; what mattered was that his Little Junior Sister was alive, and that was enough.

Lang Xuan let out a slow breath and waited quietly.

…

**

At that moment, Si Fuqing had just crawled off the sofa.

Yu Xiheng’s massage techniques had indeed been effective, awakening the energy channels throughout her body and easing the soreness she had felt.

She moved her limbs a bit and said, “If I rest a little longer, I’ll go shoot the scene.”

“I know,” Yu Xiheng replied, and after a brief pause, he suddenly asked, “I heard you dreamt of JIANG Xuanjin last night.”

“Hmm?” Si Fuqing looked up, “Yes, I was thinking about his storyline, so I dreamt of him.”

Yu Xiheng maintained his calm demeanor and asked, “Between him and the Emperor, which one do you prefer?”

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“Don’t worry, Brother Nine. The Emperor is my fate; I won’t change my heart,” Si Fuqing replied lazily. “At most, I might have a few crushes on the side.”

Yu Xiheng’s hand paused for a moment, and he smiled as he met her gaze. “Crushes? How many?”

“Grand Marshal JIANG Haiping, White-robed Commander JIANG Xuanjin, and Nation’s Heroine JIANG Zhaoyue,” Si Fuqing counted on her fingers. “Oh, and Poet Wen Changyi—he’s also one of my crushes.”

It was said that Poet Wen Changyi was also a dashing young man, not only talented but also skilled in martial arts.

In those days, the Great Xia truly deserved the title of “prosperous era,” with heroes and champions abounding.

“Hmm, that’s quite a few crushes,” Yu Xiheng supported his head with his hand, closing his eyes as he spoke lightly. “It seems that anyone who is a famous historical figure becomes your crush.”

“There are also those who aren’t famous,” Si Fuqing blinked. “During the Emperor’s time, the young lady of the Zhongyong Marquis’s residence.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiheng suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharpening. “How does the young lady know about the Zhongyong Marquis’s daughter?”

He indeed remembered that young lady.

She came from a prestigious military family and had grown up alongside JIANG Xuanjin.

But heaven was envious of talent, and beauty often met an early demise.

On the very day JIANG Xuanjin died in battle, she rode for two thousand kilometers on horseback, breaking into the enemy camp to retrieve his body.

Yet, having depleted her spirit and body, she passed away just two days later.

In the end, they were buried together in North State.

However, history had never recorded this tale of love, nor had any historian dug into the life of this young lady.

They all thought JIANG Xuanjin was a heartless commander, devoted only to the Great Xia.

But surely, every person has feelings.

“Here, look at this,” Si Fuqing took out her phone and pulled up a PDF file. “I just found this information. It says the young lady of the Zhongyong Marquis’s residence and JIANG Xuanjin were childhood sweethearts. There might be some connection—quick, praise me.”

The dark color in Yu Xiheng’s eyes faded as he reached out to pat her head, his gaze softening. “I praise you for being very smart.”

“I didn’t ask you to praise me just so you could take the opportunity to pat my head,” Si Fuqing shot him a glance and quickly picked up Little Bai. “Here, I’ll give it to you. You can pet it however you like.”

Little Bai darted away in a flash.

He didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire of a divine confrontation.

Si Fuqing: “…”

What a rebellious pet!

At that moment, someone knocked on the door of the lounge.

“Teacher Si!” the director stammered. “Someone is here to see you! It’s the president of Above the Cloud!”

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow.

It seemed her Fourth Senior Brother had successfully deciphered her signal.

“Brother Nine, I’m going out to work now,” she waved her hand. “You should get back to your business too.”

“Okay,” Yu Xiheng replied.

**

The screenwriter led Si Fuqing over.

From a distance, under a huge sunshade, when Lang Xuan caught sight of the girl, he could hardly contain his excitement.

He abruptly stood up, ready to rush forward, only to realize that there were many people around, all watching this side.

Even though he had come alone, he couldn’t guarantee there weren’t any spies among them.

So, after arriving here, he had even destroyed all electronic devices on him.

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