Cute But Brutal Wife
Chapter 434: As long as You Don't Like That Man, It's Yours
The High Priest was a little surprised that Feng Ling would ask such a question, but he still thought for a moment and told him, “Once someone reincarnates, they will forget everything in their previous life. It is impossible for them to have any memories of their previous lives.”
When he heard this, Feng Ling asked anxiously, “What if that person has not experienced reincarnation?”
“Before?” The High Priest frowned as he thought about this situation. “This is an unorthodox method learned only by the devil.”
Feng Ling suddenly did not know what to say.
After a while, he asked, “Teacher, if someone wants to defy heaven and change their fate, what punishment will they suffer?”
“It can't be changed. Hard to fight against the will of heaven.”
After the High Priest finished speaking, he even said to him in a serious tone, “Ling’er, I know you read various books. Some books are just to read. Don't think of things that go against our High Priest duties.”
After saying this, he suddenly sighed. “You are too heaven-defying in certain aspects. I wonder if it's good or bad.”
The High Priest was most worried that heaven would envy his amazing talents and give him a shorter lifespan.
However, it would be fine as long as he became a High Priestess when he was 16 years old. At that time, she would become the chosen daughter of heaven, and even heaven would support her.
Thinking of this, the High Priest was relieved. He rubbed Feng Ling's head and said lovingly, “Don't stay at the Treasure House all the time. If you are unemployed, you can take a walk.”
“Understanding, Master.”
Feng Ling walked out of her teacher's place. After thinking for a moment, he turned around and walked towards Feng Lan's residence.
Feng Lan had obviously been injured by her Phoenix Zither last night, yet she actually looked fine today. He planned to test whether he was faking it or whether he was really okay.
When they arrived outside Feng Lan's courtyard, two female servants walked over with a basket of fruits.
When the two of them saw Feng Ling, they quickly bowed. “Women's download.”
“What fruit do you hold?”
“It's An Guo.”
The truth is an apple.
Feng Ling nodded and said, “Give me. I'll take him to Lan’er.”
The two of them quickly handed the basket to Feng Ling and left.
Feng Ling looked at the fruits in the basket and tapped her finger at the fruit, using the power of a priest. It is only beneficial to ordinary people and will not harm them. But for people who develop demonic paths, using the power of sacrificial offerings can weaken the magic power in their bodies.
When Feng Ling walked into the inner courtyard, she saw Feng Lan practicing martial arts in the courtyard.
As guardians, Feng Lan usually protected the High Priestess. Hence, his martial arts should be extremely powerful.
Feng Ling watched for a moment, then put the fruit basket to the side and attacked.
“Lan’er, let's exchange some movements.”
The moment Feng Ling attacked, Feng Lan received the attack.
As he received the blow, he said with a smile, “Sister, we have not fought for a long time. See if I've improved.”
“Good.”
Feng Ling did not intend to go easy on him. Each movement carried a powerful force.
Feng Lan also had her own thoughts and did not intend to deliberately give up on Feng Ling.
Every movement they both made carried a powerful internal energy. Many of the surrounding flowers and leaves were stirred into the air.
At this moment, Feng Lan suddenly saw a man enter.
He forcefully received Feng Ling's palm.
“Ooh..”.
Looking at Feng Lan, who was holding a hand on her chest and took a few steps back, Feng Ling stopped her movements and also realized that there were footsteps behind her.
However, he did not mind. He purposely said, “Lan’er, you are distracted.”
Feng Lan said dejectedly, “I think Sister is only planning to argue with me casually. I didn't expect you to be serious.”
After saying that, his eyes became watery. “It hurts.”
Feng Ling glanced at the apple beside her, walked over to pick one up, and handed it to her. “Eat this fruit quickly. I added the power of a priest to the fruit. This way, your chest will no longer hurt.”
The footsteps behind him were approaching.
Feng Lan called out with a glint in her eyes, “Grand General, you are here.”
Only then did Feng Ling turn her head to look at the Grand General standing there. At this moment, his cold and stern face still had a sickly expression, but it did not detract from the fierce dignity in his eyes.
Feng Ling frowned. “Your wounds have not healed. Why are you out?”
“Saudari, I asked the Grand General to come to my place to get something.”
“What should you come and get in person?” Feng Ling frowned even more. He continued to feel that Feng Lan had no good intentions.
The Grand General shut his mouth tightly the entire time, his handsome brows furrowing. He looked a little surprised that Feng Ling was here.
When Feng Ling saw his reaction, she turned around and placed the fruit in Feng Lan's hands. He urges, “Eat this fruit first.”
“Sister, I'll eat later.”
“No, eat now.. I will feel bad if you don't see you eating.”.
“Emm..”
Feng Lan had not expected Feng Ling to suddenly become so insistent.
He looked at the fruit that Feng Ling had given him and wondered how he could not eat it.
Feng Ling sneered in her heart. In the past, he had always given up on her because he felt sorry for his only sister. Now that his attitude had changed, his tone of voice could not help but become domineering. “Could Lan’er pretend to be slapped by me, that's why you didn't eat the fruit?”
The Great General looked at Feng Lan coldly with a blatant threat in his eyes.
The black aura in Feng Lan's heart could hardly be suppressed. He could only take it and bite it.
Feng Ling: “Eat more. How can one bite help?”
Feng Lan was a little anxious. Mind racing. At this moment, he pointed to the Grand General and said, “Saudari, let the Grand General take his things first. Look how sick he is. What if..”
“So, why did you call the Great General who was seriously ill?”
“I..”
Feng Lan was silent. If he knew that Feng Ling would suddenly come, he would not call the Grand General. Besides, the thing he gave her …
Thinking about this, he felt very guilty.
At this time, Feng Ling kept urging him, “Lan’er, quickly eat the fruit.”
Feng Lan subconsciously ate the apple. As he was about to finish, he suddenly realized something.
Satisfied, Feng Ling asked, “What exactly did you give to the Grand General? Go and get it. Once you do, I'll go with the general to take his pulse.”
Unexpectedly, as soon as Feng Ling finished speaking, the Great General turned around and walked out of the door.
Feng Ling looked at her tall back strangely, then glanced at Feng Lan before turning around to follow him.
The moment Feng Ling and the Grand General left, his expression instantly darkened. He quickly turned around and walked into the room. He wanted to spit out all the fruits he had just eaten.
When he realized that it was useless and that some of the magic power in his body had been eliminated, he was so enraged that a black aura surged around him.
“Ah..”
Feng Ling followed behind the Great General and said to him as she walked, “You are seriously injured. You shouldn't get out of bed and run. Even if there is something very important you want to get, you can send the person you trust the most or ask him to send it. You..”
Feng Ling suddenly stopped. He thought that since the Grand General was already severely injured, it was better not to berate him.
He asked, “If you can't walk back, I'll ask someone to bring you a stretcher.”
The Grand General paused and pursed his lips as he looked at her.
Feng Ling looked back at him. Even though he didn't say anything, he knew that he objected. He said, “Be that. But you can't get out again before you recover.”
The Grand General nodded after a few seconds.
Both are moving forward.
When Feng Ling came out of the general's residence after taking the pulse of the Grand General, the day was already almost noon.
He thought for a moment and was about to return when he suddenly saw dark clouds rolling in the sky to the west.
That is, heavy rain will soon fall.
However, Feng Ling recalled that at that moment, the dark clouds there had sunk the wheat planted by the farmers, and in the end, there was no harvest.
Thinking of this, he planned to try and change this disaster.
Thinking of this, he pointed to one of the guards behind him and said, “Tell the guard commander to send more people to go with me to the Western City.”
“Yes, Priestess.”
The captain of the guard was very fast. In less than 15 minutes, he rushed along with his men.
At the same time, he prepared a glamorous horse carriage for Feng Ling.
Feng Ling looked at the carriage. He initially planned not to take her. After thinking for a while, he said to the guard commander, “Send someone to buy oil paper. More is better.”
“Ya.”
Not long after Feng Ling got on the horse and left with a group of guards, the carriage stopped.
Feng Ling was about to lift the curtain to see what happened when a large hand lifted the curtain at the same time and someone sat down.
“Yang Mulia.”
Feng Ling thought of how this fellow had left just like that yesterday and immediately pulled a long face.
The king glanced at his expression, lifted the curtain, and brought the lunch box from outside. He's unlocked.
The smell of the cake made Feng Ling swallow a mouthful of saliva.
The king said, “As long as you don't like the man, this is all yours.”
Feng Ling: “...”
He never thought that he would interact with a king like this in the past.
Seeing Feng Ling not answering, the king's handsome face darkened and he pushed the lunch box into his arms.
Feng Ling hugged the lunch box and looked at him, who had a serious expression. He said, “I just predicted that there would be a water disaster in the west. I'll ask someone to harvest the plant immediately.”
The king's expression turned serious.
He thought for a moment, lifted the curtain, and called out to the guard commander. He ordered, “Immediately tell all the officials. Ask their families to take some people west to harvest the crops quickly. This will be considered a political achievement.”
“Ya.”
Feng Ling: “...”