Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 235 The Soul of a Fallen Beauty (7)

"Relax, relax, I won't go too far," Shen Yun said kindly, trying to comfort it as it saw its fur standing on end.

The problem is, bringing someone along is already extremely excessive!

2345 tried to stop her, but Shen Yun cut off the contact directly.

How annoying! When exactly did the host find out about this function?
Unable to speak, it could only mourn in its heart.

Amen.

May all the gods and immortals bless Qi Mo!

So, Qi Mo saw two female ghosts when the morning court session ended the next day.

He recognized one of them; he was the one who had mistaken him for a man when he delivered the book. The other…

He squinted slightly... so his face wasn't clearly visible...

I just felt that this ghost must be a little mentally challenged, since its face was covered in all sorts of colorful paint.

Instinctively, his hand reached into his pocket.

A few seconds later, his whole body stiffened.

Oh no, I left home right on time this morning and forgot to bring it.

His rapidly working brain told him that he should remain calm at this moment, after all, one of them had witnessed his prowess firsthand.

There shouldn't be any problems.

Shen Yun pointed at him and said to Da Mei, who was already drooling, "See this? This is the perfect husband I found for you. Isn't he a handsome catch?"

Da Mei nodded eagerly, her eyes shining like luminous pearls in the darkness.

Qi Mo felt a little flustered.

What should he do? If he pretends not to see it, can he avoid this disaster?

Obviously, that's impossible.

Da Mei rushed over at an incredibly fast pace. My ideal man, hahaha, she's here, my little beauty...

Qi Mo paused for a moment, her body stiff and straight, and then quickly ran to the other side after she came to her senses.

His face was pale, and the sweat on his forehead was like raindrops.

Da Mei was clearly not going to give up easily, so she picked up the pace again.

Yuan Zhou, who was drinking tea in the pavilion, suddenly heard a series of chaotic footsteps. He frowned and drew the short sword from his waist.

Before he could even point his sword at her, he saw Qi Mo running towards him in an extremely frantic manner.

To use a somewhat vulgar phrase, it's like a stray dog ​​with its anus prolapsed.

The eldest grandson of the Qi family was exceptionally handsome and possessed a celestial appearance.

When did it come to look like this?

Long hair was damp with sweat on her cheeks, and her eyes showed a hint of fear, a far cry from her usual composure.

After watching the commotion for a while, Yuanzhou calmly put away his short sword.

Qi Mo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yuan Zhou.

"Your Majesty, I have acted improperly before you. Please forgive me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he heard a thud behind him, and the ghost was thrown back violently and crashed to the ground.

Shen Yun, who was following behind, ignored Da Mei who had fallen to the ground and instead looked at the two people in the pavilion with a strange expression.

Could there be something fishy going on between these two?
2345 actually agreed with this statement, and it felt that the host's hair color seemed different from usual.

"What's wrong with Prime Minister Qi?" Yuan Zhou suppressed a smile and asked calmly.

Qi Mo indicated that she didn't really want to answer the question.

"Your Majesty... finds the scenery in this palace very beautiful, and since it's almost time to leave the palace, I want to see it quickly."

Is that why you're running like this?

Yuan Zhou naturally didn't believe it. He nodded to the eunuch serving beside him, then glanced at the empty teacup on the stone table. The eunuch quickly stepped forward and poured some tea. "Have some tea to soothe your throat," Yuan Zhou said considerately, handing him the teacup.

Shen Yun felt his suspicions deepen.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Despite saying that, Qi Mo didn't stand on ceremony at all, took the teacup in her hand, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Since you haven't left yet, stay and play chess with me for a while."

Qi Mo nodded in agreement.

Shen Yun felt like he was going to go bald.

What an amazing love story!
Why did she suddenly feel an urge to applaud the two of them?

After a while, the eunuch came over with a chessboard in his hand, followed by Zhao Jixiang, who was carrying a guqin.

Shen Yun glanced at it briefly, but knew that the guqin was Zhao Yin's treasured possession.

It seems her name is Feng Lei.

Zhao Jixiang has really messed up this time.

It wouldn't be wrong to call it a collectible; Feng Lei was made by a master craftsman and is excellent in every aspect.

However, the sound produced by the guqin was not quite appropriate for the current situation.

It's so moving that it brings tears to your eyes.

Qi Mo shook her head as she picked up the chess piece, looking at the person playing the zither with surprise, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

"Does Prime Minister Qi also think Consort Rong looks good?" Yuan Zhou asked with a smile.

Qi Mo's disdain deepened. "No, Your Majesty's Consort Rong seems somewhat melancholy."

Zhao Jixiang's hand trembled suddenly as he played the piano, and shrill music immediately came from his fingertips.

The two people in the pavilion shivered simultaneously.

The two looked at each other, and finally Yuanzhou broke the silence.

"Previously, Consort Rong was a high-ranking princess, so she probably didn't do much like playing the zither for others."

Upon hearing this, Qi Mo barely suppressed her disgust and then glanced at it.

Why does this person look so familiar?

Qi Mo looked at the corner not far away, and then glanced at Consort Rong.

The two looked almost identical, except that Consort Rong seemed to be a little older.

"Is this Princess Ruyi of the previous dynasty?" Qi Mo asked.

Yuan Zhou curled the corners of his lips, a cold expression appearing on his face. "Yes, isn't that the little lucky star?"

Shen Yun, who was called out, looked around and then comforted Da Mei with some distress. Just now, when they bumped into each other, Da Mei directly placed her face against the pebbles on the ground.

The injury itself wasn't a big deal, but the makeup that Da Mei had specially put on for the date was basically ruined.

"Waaaaah... My dream man ran away... And most importantly, he wasn't even attracted to my beauty..."

Shen Yun swallowed hard, unable to think of anything to comfort her, after all, she was a master of conversation.

After a while, she tried to persuade him, "It's probably because you're too beautiful that he felt he wasn't worthy to stand next to you, so he hurriedly left."

"Really? Really?" Da Mei raised her face, which was covered in graffiti, and rubbed her eyes.

Her face now looks like a bunch of colors having a meeting.

Shen Yun nodded reluctantly.

Da Mei stood up confidently, then sighed softly, "I know I'm beautiful, but this ideal man avoids me from afar. How can I let him know that I don't dislike him at all?"

2345 couldn't help but clap its hands in the system space. It had finally seen someone even more shameless than its host... no, a ghost.

Truly a rare find in this world.

(End of this chapter)