Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 36 Jealousy
When Azi turned her head, she saw Jiang Mingzhe staring at the princess. At first, she was a little happy, after all, she was the one who asked him to come and see. He was looking at her so seriously, which showed how good her eyesight was.

But when she noticed the look of amazement in Jiang Mingzhe's eyes, she immediately became unhappy.

He yanked the princess's cloak hood up, jumping up and down, saying, "You're not allowed to look! I told you to look, but who gave you the right to stare at her like that?"

Jiang Mingzhe also came to his senses at this moment, feeling somewhat surprised.

In his mind, any class beauty from later generations would be considered a rare beauty in ancient times, and if she were a school beauty, she would be considered stunningly beautiful.

After all, women in later generations eat well, take good care of themselves, and have less toil. Even without makeup, they can easily outshine the ancients, not to mention the various magical enhancements they receive.

So, someone as knowledgeable and worldly as myself would never be so captivated by the appearance of an ancient woman.

But sometimes reality is just that surprising.

A woman with delicate features and smooth skin is already considered a rare beauty. The woman held by Azi was truly beautiful, with skin as white as snow, making one feel as if they were in a dream.

Of course, such a description is too abstract; Jiang Mingzhe has a more precise description in mind—

A younger version, a version with fair skin, and a version with beauty filters on Tong Liya!

Hmm, maybe it's Gulnazar?
Out of a sense of responsibility, Jiang Mingzhe took another look.

It's confirmed, it's still Tong Liya!
"Aaaaah! You're still looking!"

This glance sent Azi into a complete frenzy. She jumped up and shouted, "You can't take your eyes off her? Humph, I'll slash her face and see if you still want to look!"

With that, he deftly twirled his fingers, changing the jeweled knife from a reverse grip to a regular grip, and gestured at the princess's face, seemingly considering the most suitable way to make the cut.

A strong sense of pity welled up in Jiang Mingzhe's heart, as if he were seeing a naughty child reaching out to pluck a rare and beautifully blooming flower.

But he knew that if he pleaded for mercy, Azi would only cut him deeper.

With a laugh, Jiang Mingzhe gave an indifferent smile, but his eyes glared sharply at the maid Sangzhu beside him.

"Ah!" Sangzhu screamed, scrambling forward and grabbing Azi's leg, looking up at her and pleading, "Beautiful girl, please don't slash our princess's face! If you're unhappy, slash my face instead!"

Azi's face lit up with joy: "Do you think I'm beautiful? But..."

She glanced at the princess, her joy vanishing instantly: "How could I be prettier than this wretched princess! Besides, why would I scratch your face? Look at you, all dark and dirty, you're not even as pretty as me."

Sangzhu shook her head repeatedly, saying, "No, no, no, you are much more beautiful than our princess. With such beauty, your heart must be the kindest. Please don't slash her face, I beg you."

Ah Zi laughed and said, "Although I am quite beautiful, who says that being beautiful means having a kind heart? Kind-hearted people are honest people, and honest people only deserve to be bullied. My heart is the worst and most ruthless. Haven't you seen how many people I've killed?"

Sangzhu spoke quickly, hurriedly saying, "No, no, apart from Uncle Dorje, the other lamas aren't good people..."

At this moment, the princess frowned and shouted, "Sangzhu, you are not allowed to beg this evil demoness. Anyway, I don't want to marry that old bastard Dezugun. Let her paint my face and kill me."

Seeing her so resolute, Azi hesitated. Jiang Mingzhe seized the opportunity to laugh and said, "Hmm, this princess seems to have some interesting story hidden inside. Oh well, it doesn't matter anyway, we're all going to die."

Seeing that Jiang Mingzhe didn't care about the girl's life or death, and didn't care about slashing her face, Azi felt as if a weight had been lifted from her heart. She felt the sky was blue and the grass was green, and suddenly she didn't want to kill or hurt anyone anymore.

He smiled and said, "Big Ginger, do you want to hear a story? Let's make her tell her story first, then it won't be too late to kill her."

The princess angrily said, "Who wants to tell stories to you wicked people? Kill me now! There are no cowards among the descendants of Gusiluo who are afraid of death."

“Goushiluo? Oh, the founder of Qinghai-Tibet, let me think…” Jiang Mingzhe suddenly spoke, tilting his head back to recall the tour guide’s introduction. Fortunately, the time was not too long ago, and he could roughly remember some things. Jiang Mingzhe said casually, “Goushiluo, a descendant of the Tibetan king, his original name, what was his original name again? Never mind, anyway, he changed his name to Goushiluo, which means Buddha’s son. He established a regime in Qinghai-Tibet (later Xining) and was also appointed by the Song Dynasty as the Prince of Xiping, Grand General, and Jiedushi, helping the Song Dynasty to deal with the Western Xia… After he died, his son succeeded him. What was his son’s name again? Maozhan?”

Azi exclaimed admiringly, "Big Ginger, you know so much! Haha, how could anyone name themselves something as silly as Felt?"

The princess was secretly surprised to see that he knew his family's history so well. When she heard Azi make fun of her grandfather's name, she glared at Azi fiercely and said angrily, "He's just talking nonsense. My grandfather's name is Dong Zhan."

Azi glared back and retorted sharply: "Big Ginger wouldn't be wrong, your grandfather's name was Maozhan, Maozhan, stinky Maozhan!"

The princess's eyes blazed with fire, while Azi's gaze was full of provocation. Their four large eyes were locked in a contest, neither willing to blink. After staring at each other for a while, Azi felt her eyes dry and, fearing defeat, immediately threatened, "If you dare look at me like that again, I'll drink you up!"

Jiang Mingzhe was startled. He glanced at Azi, who was standing with her hands on her hips and glaring at someone, and wondered if this girl was a time traveler.
Unable to resist asking tentatively, "Senior sister, Want Want Milk?"

Taking advantage of the situation, Azi gave up the competition and looked at Jiang Mingzhe in surprise: "What? You want to drink milk? But why did you forget about Zaizi's cow?"

Jiang Mingzhe breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "You misheard me. I meant that you, the mighty Kunlun Mountain snake demon Bai Suzhen, even if you're angry, you should eat her, not drink her."

Ah Zi glanced triumphantly at the princess and arrogantly declared, "I'll drink her! This little girl is so white and soft, like rice porridge made from milk. I, Bai Suzhen, will gulp her down in one go and drink her up."

The princess roared, "Witch, kill me if you want! Don't try to frighten me, you descendant of Gusiluo..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Mingzhe interrupted her: "Girl, stop bragging to us. Since Dong Zhan is your grandfather, then your father must be Aligu, the third ruler of Qing Tang Tubo, right? Everyone knows that Aligu is just Dong Zhan's adopted son. Does his bloodline have anything to do with you?"

The fact that Aligu was Dongzhan's adopted son was known only to a few high-ranking officials in Qingtang Tubo. Yet Jiang Mingzhe, a Han Chinese, casually mentioned it, leaving the princess dumbfounded. Her previously arrogant demeanor vanished instantly.

Seeing that Jiang Mingzhe had made the princess turn pale, Azi was overjoyed and laughed loudly, "Hahahaha, I knew it! It's not easy to run into a princess. Turns out this girl is a fake!"

Jiang Mingzhe glanced at her with a smile, thinking to himself, "What's wrong with running into a princess? Aren't you a princess of the Dali Kingdom too? You just don't know it yourself."

It's quite interesting to think about. This Qing Tang princess must be sixteen or seventeen years old. Compared to the still immature girl A Zi, she is much more mature in both figure and temperament. A Zi is half a head shorter and narrower than her, yet she still calls her "little girl" in a very casual way.

Ignoring Azi's ridicule, the princess stared at Jiang Mingzhe and said, "You're talking nonsense! Where did you hear these rumors from?"

Azi immediately retorted, "He is a great scholar from Qufu, knowledgeable in astronomy and geography, and he can even compose poetry. I'll recite it for you if you don't believe me..."

Jiang Mingzhe was terrified. He had only "composed" two poems in total. One of them was written for the young Jiang, but the copyright had been taken by A Zi. The only one he could recite now was "Guan Guan Jujiu".

Although this princess was from a foreign land, she possessed a refined and understated elegance, making it highly unlikely that she hadn't read this poem.

"No!" Jiang Mingzhe shouted instinctively, but seeing Azi looking at him in confusion, he quickly added, "That was a poem I wrote for you. I don't want other women to hear it!"

"Yes!" Azi's face lit up instantly, as if she were radiating light. Even standing in front of this celestial princess, she still had her own unique brilliance.

The little head nodded like a chick eating rice: "You're right, this fake princess doesn't deserve to hear such a beautiful poem."

The princess glanced at Jiang Mingzhe in surprise, not expecting that this young bandit was actually a poet. Unfortunately, every word he said displeased her, and she said coldly, "Even if you recited it, I wouldn't care to hear it. You're just a petty thief; I don't even know where you copied those poems from."

Jiang Mingzhe broke out in a cold sweat and laughed, "Poems can be copied, but did I copy these secrets of yours?"

Azi laughed and said, "Hehe, you little girl, you don't need to be curious about how he knows your family's secret. I am a white snake spirit from Kunlun Mountain, named Bai Suzhen. And he is a big green scorpion spirit from Kunlun Mountain, named... Daqing!"

She thought to herself that Da Shengjiang's martial arts skills would surpass hers sooner or later, so how could Xiaoqing be stronger than Bai Suzhen? If it were Daqing, then it would make sense.

Jiang Mingzhe laughed out loud, thinking to himself, "Wonderful! I just said I was a talented scholar from Qufu, and now I'm a giant scorpion demon from Kunlun Mountain. Hmm, I've got a scorpion demon and a snake demon. When will the Calabash Brothers appear?"
(End of this chapter)