Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

"Han Bi's eyes are a bit far from her nose, Han Jing's nose is a bit flat from the side, and her upper lip is slightly sunken... What exactly is this?"

This is something that is both complicated and simple to explain.

Chu Mingkong said, "When I was a child, I found something in a secret ancient realm called Xiling. It was a lump of mud. After I put my spiritual power into it, I could mold it into a human shape. Does it look like one? I can just take these two things out to 'dispose of the corpse'. It's more thorough than finding a female corpse substitute."

Shangguan Rong accepted his explanation. There were indeed many unknown things in the secret realm, but Chu Mingkong wasted such a treasure in such a place!

She felt sorry for Chu Mingkong. Just as Shangguan Rong was examining the two novel "substitute corpses," her eyes flashed and Chu Mingkong took out another "female corpse."

She was Shangguan Rong's "stand-in female corpse," and she looked much more like the woman from the Han family than the one from the Han family.

Furthermore, Chu Mingkong even checked in front of her to see if the "stand-in" was realistic.

He examined the front and back with his fingers and sighed, "It's quite similar, Rong'er. Once I make this thing even more realistic, I won't have to bully your back anymore. Someone else will suffer for you."

Shangguan Rong was filled with mixed emotions and shock. She couldn't quite pinpoint whether it was fear of falling out of favor or something else. She said with a stern face:

"Chu Mingkong! Your fetishes are truly terrifyingly boundless; you can even accept corpses?!"

She quickly put the so-called corpse she was talking about into her storage ring and refused to return it to Chu Mingkong.

Chapter 111 Six Records of a Floating Life (10/17)

Chu Mingkong stood by the window, looking at the round moon that looked like a buttock, and suddenly remembered that the middle of the month was approaching, probably in the next day or two.

It seems like I've forgotten something.

Oh! By the way, Lady Baili is coming soon.

He squeezed almost two thousand points out of her corrupted filial piety back then, which was like a huge sum of money from a rich aunt to Chu Mingkong, who was short of money at the time.

"Rong'er, what time is the middle of the month?" Chu Mingkong asked as he worked at his desk by the window, his gaze falling on Shangguan Rong on the bed.

He really wanted to go up and hug Shangguan Rong to sleep together, but he had just slipped up and said a few things that made Shangguan Rong angry, so Chu Mingkong couldn't go to bed with her now.

"Tomorrow, don't you even remember the date?"

"I don't remember. I woke up one day and slept for another. There wasn't anything important that happened in the capital that made me remember the days."

It turns out that half a month has already passed. Although Chu Mingkong is now somewhat disdainful of the thousand or so tainted filial piety gifts that Madam Baili gave him, her two peach-shaped buttocks are still worth savoring again.

"Why are you suddenly asking about something urgent that needs to be done in the middle of the month?" Shangguan Rong sat up in bed.

"No, I just asked because the moon looked so round."

Thinking that Chu Mingkong was just making up topics out of nothing, Shangguan Rong found the topic boring and lay back down.

Upon reflection, Chu Mingkong realized that he hadn't spent much time with her. Every time he went to see her, he was either trying to drain her mental energy or helping her broaden her cultivation path.

This process could be described as mutually beneficial, but it was mostly coerced; they hardly ever gave her any gifts.

Chu Mingkong's curiosity was piqued, so he searched the Filial Piety Mall for any talent insights related to calligraphy, and to his surprise, he found some.

Nowadays, people are more filial, and the cows they give out will be regularly exchanged for output, just like harvesting vegetables, so they don't hesitate to spend them.

He didn't even bother to compare which calligraphy style suited him; he bought them all at once.

What should I write about... I just made her angry. If I write a book called "Jin Xiaomei", Shangguan Rong will probably explode.

At this point, it's time to bring out a sweet, slice-of-life novel that can appeal to most lightly literary female readers—"Six Records of a Floating Life."

Chu Mingkong doesn't like to give subjective and grand praise to any book. He draws his conclusions from practice. This book built a bridge for the conversation between Chu Mingkong in his previous life and his beautiful but marriage-hungry homeroom teacher.

The story is exquisite and not long, totaling less than 40,000 words. However, the interactions between the male and female protagonists in each short story are interesting, like small moments of happiness in the mundane, a light sweetness that soothes the heart, but gradually leads to sadness at the end.

In an extremely short story, the emotional tone shifts dramatically, first offering sweetness, then heartbreak, and then ending abruptly. It's as short as the blank space in a landscape painting, leaving the reader wanting more.

The part of this story that best suits Shangguan Rong is that, in one part, the male protagonist has his wife disguise herself as a man and go sightseeing together.

Artistic young women like Shangguan Rong and Yongzhen would probably be interested, Jin Yu would likely be drawn in as well, and slightly older women would probably be more able to empathize with the idyllic happiness of the couple in the story. But someone like Zuo Qiuchi wouldn't even bother to glance at it.

"Rong'er, come and sit down. I suddenly remembered a story I heard at the Xiling Teahouse before. It's a bit long."

"Xiling Teahouse again?" Shangguan Rong asked suspiciously. "It's always Xiling Teahouse. How come I've never seen any great poets or writers come from Xiling?"

"Hey—this time it's a story, not a poem, but there are poems too, just listen to the story."

Shangguan Rong sat up, first establishing the rules with Chu Mingkong, and said:

"No matter what rules you follow, you can't take my 'corpse'. That's not a normal person's fetish!"

"That's called a stand-in, not a corpse. Do you think I'm some kind of ancient Chinese mummy? ... I was just joking with you. Sit down, make me some tea to soothe my throat, and I'll tell you a simple story about Shen Fu and Yun Niang."

Shangguan Rong was initially wary that Chu Mingkong might suddenly change the story and ask her to take the substitute back to use. Listening to his story felt like searching for a trap.

However, as she listened, Shangguan Rong realized that it was really a plain story, and she quickly became immersed in it.

This story doesn't have many descriptive sentences about the environment; it's mostly just a conversation between two people. Yet, in this back-and-forth dialogue, a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere emerges, like a bowl of sweet tea exuding a delicate fragrance.

Shangguan Rong's body language changed from sitting upright to gradually relaxing, resting her chin on her hand as she listened to Chu Mingkong's story, and finally pulling her chair next to him and sitting side by side, leaning her body against Chu Mingkong's shoulder.

It was as if Shen Fu and Yun Niang from that story were talking back and forth in front of my eyes.

Listening to Chu Mingkong's story, Shangguan Rong's anger towards him dissipated without her realizing it, and she felt that... Chu Mingkong was actually quite a good guy when he wasn't bad.

The fact that I was able to come up with such a story to tell her, no matter where I heard it from, shows that I put my heart into it.

The tea was changed several times, and it was late at night. The atmosphere of the story changed from plain and joyful to plain, yet unbearably sad. It wouldn't cause intense heartache, but the soreness in my nose and eyes lingered.

"When love is in your heart, even ugliness is not a problem. If you only hear this story, you would think that Yunniang is the most lovable woman in the world." Shangguan Rong sighed, and after expressing her feelings, she angrily hit Chu Mingkong.

"Why did you hit me?" Chu Mingkong looked at her amusedly; why was she getting so worked up over a story?

"Shen Fu and Yunniang have such a good relationship, why do you insist on breaking them up?"

"Well... that's how everyone else writes it, I can't change it, otherwise it would lose its flavor!"

"That's all?"

"That's it. I left for the capital before the story was finished. Maybe the storyteller has other versions?" Chu Mingkong shrugged, pulled Shangguan Rong, who was about to get into bed, and said, "The storyteller also wrote a poem to accompany the story. Do you want to see it? I'll write it down for you to enjoy."

“Your handwriting is ugly, you read it and I’ll write it.” Shangguan Rong wasn’t being disdainful; she was simply stating a fact. She had seen Chu Mingkong’s handwriting before.

Shangguan Rong still cherishes the words "Wait for me to come back" that he wrote in blood.

Chu Mingkong chuckled, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and then wrote in regular script:

"No one stands with me at dusk, no one asks if my porridge is warm."

......

No one is there to accompany me as I gaze at the stars; no one is there to wake me as my tea grows cold.

......

No one restrains the tears in my words, no one worries as I walk my lonely road.

Looking back at the desolate place I came from, no one is waiting where the lights are dim.

The poem evoked the sadness in the story, and after a while, Shangguan Rong was surprised to find that Chu Mingkong's handwriting had become so beautiful!

I've never seen this font before.

Shangguan Rong quietly put the calligraphy away, then looked at Chu Mingkong suspiciously and questioned him:

"Speak! Who are you? Mingkong's handwriting is terrible!"

Chu Mingkong: "..."

Chapter 112 Difficult Choice (11/17)

The downside of cultivators lies here: under normal circumstances, they don't need to sleep, which is absurd.

After showing the calligraphy to Shangguan Rong, she couldn't sleep. She spent the rest of the night practicing regular script, and kept muttering to herself, wondering how Chu Mingkong could write such neat and orderly characters.

He tried to persuade her to go to bed and rest, but Shangguan Rong refused. Seeing her copying for a long time, Chu Mingkong had no choice but to resort to another form of calligraphy, writing the three characters "Jinling Plum" in running script.

Shangguan Rong was startled again. Chu Mingkong thought to himself, "Shouldn't she be convinced by now?"

"Are you convinced or not? You'd better go to bed and sleep with me for the rest of the night. Tomorrow I'll rewrite that poem for you in this running script, and you can ponder it slowly afterwards."

But now you can praise me freely; I humbly accept all your compliments.

Looking at the yet another calligraphy style that Chu Mingkong had taken out, Shangguan Rong guessed that Chu Mingkong had probably been waiting for this day for a long time, and said with a complicated expression:

"Mingkong, did I hurt your pride by saying your handwriting was ugly last time? Did you secretly practice your handwriting for a long time afterward?"

What you're saying now really hurts my pride...

Chu Mingkong didn't care about anything else. He picked Shangguan Rong up from the chair and, with his hands full, buried his head in her soft, fragrant bosom, biting open her buttons and tearing off her corset.

It was only six or seven steps from the desk to the bed, but with each step, Shangguan Rong lost a piece of clothing. By the time he carried her to the bed, the stunningly beautiful woman was only wearing a bodice.

"Do you want to cultivate?" Shangguan Rong asked softly in his arms.

If this had happened before the story was told, Shangguan Rong would definitely have ignored him. Even if he tried to force himself on her, Shangguan Rong would have simply spent the whole night in bed with him, waiting to see how he would manage to force himself on her.

However, considering that he had been telling stories for so long, he should at least be acknowledged for his hard work, so if Chu Mingkong wanted the two of them to cultivate together, he would listen to him this once.

Chu Mingkong shook his head:

"I don't want to cultivate, I just want to hold you and lie down for a while, and take a nap, or do you want me to just put it in and not move it all night?"

"You lecher!" Shangguan Rong gave him a light shove, completely helpless against his unrestrained speech.

"Okay, I really just want to lie down for a bit. You don't need to sleep, but just treat it as relaxation, like meditation."

Thinking about it carefully, today was also a very tiring day. Normal people don't write diaries, but they should think about what they did today before going to bed.

—I went to the Jiaofangsi in the morning and gave Madam Han the essence antidote twice. When I was about to leave, Han Jing was afraid that the medicine would not be effective enough, so she begged him to give her one more time.

—Stopping the Xiao family's plan (too easy, skipped)

—After leaving the brothel, I went to find Shangguan Rong to review the situation. When she learned that I had given the antidote to the woman surnamed Han, she also became craving it.

Not long after returning home, Sister-in-law Huang and Cui Lian had another argument, and she asked me to come over to vent her anger. I accepted without really understanding what was going on. Then, a vague,... well, let's just say it was a minor conflict involving blood and gore.

—When I finally got back to the palace to rest, I was surprised to find that another tender chrysanthemum bud had bloomed in the flower garden, and it was very beautiful.

— Telling stories to Shangguan Rong (too tired, skipping the part)