Recently, a big event is approaching.

Because of this incident, the ghosts in the ghost market were in a panic. Xie Lian was also shocked when he heard about it, and just like the ghosts who came to tell him mysteriously, he was worried: "Birthday?"

"Exactly!"

Exactly. The Lord of Ghost City, Hua Cheng, is about to celebrate his birthday!

Xie Lian was caught off guard and felt inexplicably nervous. He asked, “Hey, this, this, this, how did Sanlang celebrate his birthday in the past?”

The ghosts rushed to answer in a chaotic manner: "It's very lively!"

"It's not a big deal, just mess around..."

"But the city lord doesn't care at all?"

After hearing this, Xie Lian asked, “What do you mean by ignoring?”

A ghost said: "Even the city lord himself never celebrates his birthday."

"Yes, he never cares what we do on his birthday, and he never even looks at the gifts others give him. Every year we just have fun by ourselves."

"The city lord is a very forgetful person. He seems to have forgotten his birthday at all!"

Xie Lian thought about it and immediately made up his mind. Since Hua Cheng didn’t take his previous birthday seriously, he must find a way to make it more interesting and unique this time so that he can be happy on that day. Otherwise, wouldn’t a birthday with him be no different from a birthday without him?

First of all, a birthday gift must be given. Xie Lian fell into deep thought, what should he give?

The ghosts all looked at him eagerly and asked, "Master Xie, are you thinking of giving the city lord something?"

Xie Lian said, “Well. To be honest, I’m… not too sure what your city lord would like. I’m afraid that what I give him might not suit his taste…”

The pig butcher said, "Hey, why are you worrying so much? Actually, as long as it's Dabogong... Thank you for sending it, I think our city lord will be very happy."

"Yes. He would definitely be happy even if it was just a piece of waste paper. Thank you for the gift from Taoist Priest. How can it be the same as what others give?"

Xie Lian laughed dryly, thinking that this idea was too narcissistic and frivolous, not solemn and sincere, and said, “You can’t say that. You must be careful when choosing a gift... Do you have any suggestions?”

After all, Hua Cheng has been in the ghost market for many years, so maybe the ghosts know his preferences better. If they can brainstorm, he can find a suitable and unique gift. Sure enough, the ghosts all said, "Yes, yes, yes!"

As he spoke, a dozen pairs of chicken feet, pig trotters, tentacles, and other miscellaneous things were handed over. Xie Lian had never seen these things before, and being surrounded by them, he thought it was magical. He picked up a small jade bottle that looked very mysterious and elegant and asked, "Oh? What is this?"

The person who offered the bottle said, "A top-grade love potion! Just a few drops will surely turn the person into a madman and make him crazy for the one who gave him the potion! And it won't hurt the body!"

“…”

Xie Lian said sternly, “Thanks for the advice. However, love comes from the heart, how can it be manipulated by drugs? Everyone should stop using it in the future.”

The ghost who offered the medicine said timidly, "Yes, yes, no, no. But actually we don't use it very often. Isn't this what you asked me to give you, Taoist Priest?"

Xie Lian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He wondered why you thought I was going to give you a love potion. He smiled and said, “I think your city lord probably doesn’t need this kind of medicine.”

The ghosts used all their hands and feet to hold the ghost down, and shouted, "That's right, if the city lord wants someone, does he need to drug him? Really!"

Xie Lian thought to himself, this is the truth. For example, he didn’t need any medicine at all. As soon as he saw Hua Cheng, he was almost infatuated. He was really ashamed.

In order to prevent his shame from turning into a red cloud on his face, he quickly picked up another box, opened it and asked, "What's in this? Pearls? Magic pills?"

The ghost offering the treasure said: "This is the pill for getting a child!"

“…”

Xie Lian didn’t even need to ask what the pill was for. He immediately slammed the box shut and said helplessly, “What the hell is this…”

Why did he have to send Huacheng such an inappropriate thing?

Anyway, after all the random discussions, Xie Lian knew that he would not get any useful suggestions, so he told the ghosts to secretly prepare for the Ghost King's birthday and give Hua Cheng a surprise, then he went downstairs and continued to think slowly.

●

Perhaps he was really thinking about this matter too much, so that his distress was written on his face. That day, when he was practicing calligraphy with Hua Cheng and racking his brains, he suddenly heard a voice from the side: "Brother."

Xie Lian finally came back to his senses and tilted his head to ask, “What?”

Hua Cheng was staring at him, put down his pen, and said, "Is it my illusion? Brother seems to be worried about something. Can you tell me so that Sanlang can share his worries?"

Xie Lian’s heart sank, and he immediately became serious, warning, “Don’t put your pen down. Don’t be lazy, pick it up and continue.”

Hua Cheng laughed, picked up the pen again, and sighed, "I've been discovered."

Seeing that he had fooled the question, Xie Lian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, Hua Cheng picked up his pen and wrote two lines, then said nonchalantly, "However, brother has indeed been a little abnormal recently."

Xie Lian’s heart was in suspense again, but he pretended to be calm and composed: “Oh? What’s wrong?”

Hua Cheng carefully looked at him for a while and said with a smile: "He seems to be particularly... obedient."

Xie Lian smiled and said, “Haven’t I always been like this?”

He really thought hard but to no avail, so he decided to take a risk. He started by talking about something random, and finally pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Sanlang, I have a question for you."

Hua Cheng said: "Hmm? What's the matter?"

Xie Lian asked, “Do you feel like something is missing?”

Hua Cheng said: "Lack? What do you mean, brother? Are you lacking anything?"

Xie Lian said, “Oh, no… I was talking about you. Just asking…”

Unfortunately, he didn't dare to ask too directly, such as "What do you like, what do you want?" and so on, in case Hua Cheng noticed, so he had to beat around the bush; but beating around the bush, he didn't know if it would hit the spot, and he was extremely nervous.

Hua Cheng said: "Me? Brother, do you think I'm missing anything?"

...That’s true, Xie Lian couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

Hua Cheng asked again: "Why do you ask me this, brother?"

Xie Lian was afraid that he would notice, so he took the risk and raised his hand to push him hard. Hua Cheng was never on guard against him, and he was pushed back on the couch with a "thump". He opened his eyes wide, but didn't care. He smiled and said, "Brother, what are you doing? You are so passionate, and you..."

Before he could finish, Xie Lian stepped forward and interrupted him.

Now, Hua Cheng didn't want to continue questioning him. He just hugged him and climbed on top of him, not caring what was wrong with him.

●

After racking his brains to no avail, Xie Lian had no choice but to seek help from outsiders. The first people he thought of looking for were naturally his two capable subordinates from the past.

The three of them squatted in a hidden and unknown dilapidated temple. After an awkward silence, Feng Xin said, "Why are you looking at me?"

The other two people continued to look at him, saying nothing.

There was no way. Among the three of them, Feng Xin was the only one who had a wife. Logically, he should know how to please the people close to him. But Feng Xin's face turned black when they looked at him. He said, "...You guys are useless. I only gave one thing to others." It was the golden belt. It was given to him by Xie Lian.

Mu Qing found it incredible that he was also asked about such a thing. He was very polite to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. He just wanted to solve it quickly and said, "Okay, the belt is nice. Why don't you give him a gold belt as well?"

Xie Lian automatically ignored his sarcasm and said, “I don’t have any left.” They are all gone!

Mu Qing became more and more sarcastic: "You are so successful now, there are temples and believers all over the streets, just tell them what you want in your dream, do you still worry about not getting one?"

Xie Lian said, “That’s meaningless. If even birthday gifts have to be offered by believers, that’s too perfunctory.”

Seeing that this man was unmoved no matter how weird he was, Mu Qing finally spoke in a normal tone and said, "Why are you so troublesome? Then make it for him yourself."

Xie Lian said hurriedly, “Good idea! But I can’t do it.”

“You can learn if you don’t know how to do it.”

Xie Lian: “Well said. Who should I learn from?”

Mu Qing said impatiently: "How should I know? You can just..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Qing discovered that this time, the other two people's eyes turned to him at the same time.

Two hours later, Xie Lian's ten fingers on both hands had been pierced with seven or eight holes, and his hands were wrapped in bandages to prevent them from being covered in blood. There was also a strip of unknown shape and meaning on his hand.

Mu Qing couldn't bear to watch it anymore and asked, "What is this?"

Xie Lian sighed, “Belt.”

Mu Qing said, "I know this is a belt. What I want to ask you is, what is embroidered on this belt? What is the meaning of these two potato-like patterns?"

Xie Lian said, “This isn’t a potato! Can’t you see? These are two people.” In order to make them see clearly, he gestured, “Two faces. These are the eyes, and the mouth is here…”

After confirming that these were indeed two human heads, Mu Qing said in disbelief, "How could someone embroider two big heads on a belt? Can you wear this? You don't have such bad taste in clothes, how could you come up with something like this?"

Xie Lian had no choice. In fact, he was very good at repairing houses, digging wells, and building walls, and he was quick and good at it, but he seemed to be born not good at these housework that was more female-oriented. Once he was asked to use a needle and thread or a pot or spoon, the situation would be out of control. He glanced at his hands that were tied like dumplings. Although he didn't feel any pain, the progress was slow, and he couldn't help but feel helpless. He said: "... I'd better change it."

But the matter was done, what could be done to change it? At best, a layer of petals was added to the outer circle of the two little people's heads, turning them into two clumsy big-headed flowers that were close to each other. Feng Xin and Mu Qing's expressions became even more miserable.

Mu Qing's forehead was slightly bulging with blue veins: "I can teach a pig so well, why are you so clumsy? You just stab yourself in the hand?"

Feng Xin said: "When have you ever taught a pig? You are just talking big with empty words!"

Mu Qing said to Xie Lian bluntly: "Forget it, you should just give up, you don't have the talent." It was rare for him to say "you don't have the talent" to Xie Lian, and he felt right. Feng Xin couldn't stand it anymore and said: "Can you say less? You haven't said a word to praise His Highness since just now. Wearing clothes is not the same as making them yourself! Besides, it's not that bad, at least this belt can still be worn."

Mu Qing said: "Okay, I'll give you this thing he made. If you dare to wear it outside, I will respect you."

Before Feng Xin could reply, Xie Lian quickly put away the ridiculously ugly belt and said, “No, no, no. I’ll keep this for myself!”

This kind of thing is really hard to give away!

●

Feng Xin and Mu Qing were of no help, so Xie Lian turned to the next person for help.

"Giving gifts? Your Highness, you are asking the right person. Back then, what rare treasures have I not seen?"

The two of them squatted on the street. Shi Qingxuan was in high spirits with his hair dishevelled. He spoke eloquently and fluently. It was obvious that he was an expert. Xie Lian asked for advice more humbly. Shi Qingxuan talked eloquently, saying, "It is true that there are unowned treasures, but it would take a lot of effort to get them."

Xie Lian said hurriedly, "That's fine. It suits my taste." The more effort it takes, the more precious it is. Wouldn't that show his love? It would be best if it was the most difficult treasure in the world to obtain, a treasure that no one has ever successfully challenged. If he could get it for Hua Cheng, it would be of great significance. As long as he thought about making Hua Cheng raise his eyebrows slightly and curl his lips, Xie Lian was filled with uncontrollable joy and anticipation, and was eager to try.

Shi Qingxuan thought for a moment and said, "Starry Sky Pot! Your Highness, you should have heard of it, right? This pot is a treasure. Put it in the night, and the stars and the moon in the sky will be reflected in the wine in the pot. It can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon in the sky. It is not only elegant, but also can greatly help improve your cultivation..."

Unexpectedly, the more Xie Lian listened, the stronger the ominous premonition in his heart became, and he hurriedly interrupted, “Wait.”

"What's wrong?"

Xie Lian compared the size and said, “Qingxuan, is this the black jade pot you are talking about? Is it a black jade pot this big? There are tiny stars embedded in the black jade?”

Shi Qingxuan asked curiously, "Huh? Your Highness, how do you know? Have you seen him?"

“…”

Not only had he seen it, last month, he wanted to pour some water to drink, but because he forgot that his hand was injured, he accidentally dropped the pot and broke it.

At that time, Hua Cheng came over immediately to ask him what happened to the wound on his hand. He thought the pot was very beautiful and strange, and asked Hua Cheng what to do and whether it could be repaired. However, Hua Cheng said it was okay, just a small thing. Without even looking at it, he asked his subordinates to sweep up and throw away the broken pieces of the pot, and then grabbed Xie Lian to heal his arm.

Now that I think about it, could it be that what he broke was the rare treasure Xingtian Pot that Master Qingxuan mentioned? !

Xie Lian felt very disappointed. After a while, he said, “This…may not be suitable. Let’s change it.”

"Oh." Shi Qingxuan was confused and scratched his hair. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then the next one is the Eight Desolate Pen! This pen is extraordinary. It is made from the tip of an ancient monster's tail. The pen holder is made from a branch on the head of a jade bamboo spirit. When not writing, it will grow..."

Xie Lian asked, “Jade bamboo leaves?”

Shi Qingxuan said: "Yes! Your Highness, how do you know? Have you seen it before?"

How could you not have seen it? That pen was what Huacheng used to practice calligraphy every day. And if his handwriting was ugly, he would blame it on the bad pen, and would throw it on the ground at any time, and sometimes even kick it to somewhere unknown. Afterwards, Xie Lian would often look around for that poor pen, then pick it up, wipe it, and put it away.

“…” Xie Lian said, “This one may not be suitable either. Let’s try another one.”

Shi Qingxuan mentioned seven or eight things in a row, and Xie Lian realized that these rare treasures mentioned by others were all so familiar, and so miserable. They were either Hua Cheng's stepping stool or his stall; they were either used by him for entertainment or he lost them!

That makes sense. Is there any rare treasure in this world that Hua Cheng has never seen and cannot get?

Therefore, it is hard to understand the Ghost King’s birthday gift if you think about it in this way.

●

In desperation, Xie Lian tried almost everyone he knew and could ask, but: Quan Yizhen, he only knew how to give gold bars, and Huacheng had no shortage of money; Pei Ming, he only knew how to give gifts to women, and if you asked him what he could give to men, he couldn't say anything serious; Lingwen, although she was protected by several high-ranking gods and the Heavenly Court really didn't need her, at least she wasn't thrown into prison, but she was buried in the sea of ​​files thrown at her and was about to lose consciousness. She couldn't do anything except review official documents, so it was better for her to be locked up in peace.

After seeking help from all quarters but to no avail, Xie Lian was at his wits' end when there were only two days left until Hua Cheng's birthday.

He thought all night long with bloodshot eyes, and finally, just before dawn, he thought of what to give.

His mind suddenly became confused, and he quietly got up from the couch and glanced at Hua Cheng who was sleeping soundly beside him.

Hua Cheng had black hair like crows, long eyelashes like black ink, and his eyes were tightly closed, so you couldn't tell that one of his eyes was missing. The natural aggressiveness in his handsome face and expression was diluted a little after he closed his eyes, and at this moment, he seemed inexplicably gentle.

Xie Lian's heart was moved, and he couldn't help but stretch out his right hand and stroke Hua Cheng's face. But he was afraid of waking him up, so he didn't dare to touch him and withdrew his hand.

Unexpectedly, before he got off the bed, his waist was tightened and he was pulled back by a hand. A lazy voice came from behind: "Brother, what are you doing up so early?"

Huacheng actually woke up!

He spoke in a low voice with a hint of sand, as if he was still half asleep. Xie Lian was caught off guard by him and suppressed his guilty conscience, saying calmly, "Oh, I have a wish."

Hua Cheng leaned forward and kissed him on the ear, saying, "It's not even daybreak yet. Who would go to the temple to pray so early in the morning? Are you tired of living?"

Perhaps he had something to hide. Xie Lian’s face grew hotter as he listened to him talking in his ear. He said, “It’s not something that was just received. It’s something that was piled up before…”

As he was talking, he felt that it was difficult to speak normally in this position, so he was about to stand up again, but Hua Cheng also sat up, put his arms around his neck from behind, put his head on his shoulder, and said: "Since it has been accumulated until now, why not accumulate for a while longer? Brother was tired last night, you should rest for a while."

Xie Lian tried hard to fight against his clinging arms and his inducing voice, but reluctantly, he said, “I… have been holding it back for a long time, I can’t hold it back any longer…”

Hua Cheng said: "Oh. Then I will go with you?"

Xie Lian hurriedly said, “No need. It won’t take too long. I’ll be back soon. You should rest first!”

Hua Cheng said: "Really you don't need me to go?"

Xie Lian said, “No need! You can’t follow me. You absolutely, absolutely can’t follow me!”

Hua Cheng opened his eyes slightly and asked, "Why?"

“…” Xie Lian choked. After a moment, he turned around abruptly, grasped Hua Cheng’s shoulders, looked straight at him, and said solemnly: “You, need to practice calligraphy.”

Hua Cheng looked at him innocently and blinked. Xie Lian said stiffly, "You must stay in the temple and practice calligraphy all day. I will check when I come back!"

Hua Cheng looked more and more innocent, and tilted his head, but still said obediently: "Oh."

Xie Lian managed to deal with it with great difficulty, and rolled off the bed. Hua Cheng half leaned on the stage, squinting at his fleeing back, smiled, and lay down again with his hands as a pillow.

●

Xie Lian first went to the wild mountains and wilderness, and after getting what he wanted, he went to the copper furnace.

In a small house in the forest of Tonglu Mountain, Xie Lian saw the Imperial Master setting up a table and playing cards with three empty shells. He turned around and walked out without saying a word, but the Imperial Master's eyes lit up when he saw him and shouted, "Stop!"

Xie Lian knew that there was only one situation in which the Imperial Master would ask him to stop while playing cards. Sure enough, the next moment the Imperial Master flipped the table and said, “No more playing. I have something to do, so I’ll leave first! The Crown Prince is back! What do you want from me?”

Xie Lian turned around and saw the three hollow figures stumbling on the ground. He knew that the Imperial Master was about to lose, so he said against his will, “It’s not a big deal.”

The Imperial Master said hurriedly, "No, no, I see you look serious, something serious must have happened! You can put the cards aside, let me help you first!"

“…”

But when Xie Lian explained his purpose, the Imperial Master changed his expression. The two of them sat on a simple bench, and Xie Lian could only hear the Imperial Master scolding him: "It's really not a big deal. It's just a birthday. Is it worth thinking about it for so long, and traveling all over the world to get that kind of thing in person!"

Xie Lian knew that he couldn’t explain it to others, and no one would understand even if he did. He rubbed his brows until they turned red, and said, “Anyway, I’ve already got the raw materials, but I can’t remember how to forge the immortal music longevity lock that I had when I was a child. Please give me some pointers, Master. You don’t have to do it. I can forge it myself.”

The Imperial Master seemed to still be upset and said, "You don't need to prepare any birthday gifts. You've already delivered it to him, what else does he want???"

“…”

Does this mean that "you are the best gift"? Xie Lian couldn't stand this kind of argument, and couldn't even think about it himself. He slapped his palm on his forehead and thought to himself: "I'm not that narcissistic."

Seeing him shaking his head repeatedly, the Imperial Master said, "You are too useless. You are the only priest who has ascended three times! The Flower Crown Martial God! The Prince of Fairy Music! At the age of seventeen, you dared to say in front of the world that you want to save the people! At the age of eighteen..."

Xie Lian immediately said, “National Master! Stop it! National Master! Stop talking! Stop talking!”

What is there to be proud of such a dark history!

The Imperial Master looked at him with a complicated expression, as if he was disappointed with him, and said, "Your Highness, you really don't need to put yourself so low."

Xie Lian said, “It’s not that I put myself down, it’s just…”

However, when facing the person you like, you naturally want to give him/her the best in the world. However, you can't help but feel that you are not good enough from time to time.

Seeing his expression, the Imperial Master sighed, put his hands up in his sleeves, thought for a while, and said, "Longevity Lock, right? Wait a minute, let me think about it. It's too long ago, and I can't say I remember all the craftsmanship and the consecration ceremony."

Xie Lian said, “That’s not a problem. If you can’t remember it, I’ll make it based on my memory. I believe that sincerity will work.”

After a moment, the Imperial Master looked at him and said, "Do you want to ask him?"

“…”

He didn't say his name, but Xie Lian knew who "he" was.

Jun Wu was suppressed deep underground in this copper furnace.

After a long silence, Xie Lian shook his head.

●

After spending the better part of a day in Tonglu Mountain, Xie Lian returned to the Ghost Market.

At this time, there were only a few hours left before Hua Cheng's birthday. The ghosts discussed with Xie Lian and pretended nothing happened, but secretly they were all setting up the ghost market. Xie Lian flashed into a small shop, and soon, the ghosts surrounded him, eagerly and noisily asking: "How is it? How is it?"

Xie Lian thought this was just like being a thief, so he asked, “How is your city lord? Did he find anything unusual?”

The ghosts said, "No, no. The city lord has been in Qiandeng Temple all day."

Xie Lian was slightly surprised: “You’ve been here all day?”

"Yes! The city lord seems to be in a good mood today. Master... Thank you, have you prepared a birthday gift for the city lord?"

Xie Lian was relieved. He stroked the longevity silver locket in his sleeve that he had spent so much effort to make. He smiled slightly and said, “It’s ready.”

The ghosts were overjoyed, and they discussed the arrangements for tomorrow's birthday celebration before returning to Qiandeng Temple. As soon as they entered, Huacheng was actually practicing calligraphy.

Without his urging, Hua Cheng actually took the initiative to practice calligraphy. This was a rare opportunity. It seemed that he was in a good mood. Xie Lian saw that the poor and precious Eight Desolations Pen wrote such distorted and ugly words in his hand. He was inexplicably amused and shook his head. Hearing that Xie Lian was back, Hua Cheng put down the pen and finally stopped torturing it. He smiled and said, "Brother, you are back? It's just right. Come and see my results today."

Xie Lian smiled and said, "Okay." He was about to step forward. But at this moment, his expression froze, his feet paused, and he froze with a frown.

Hua Cheng immediately sensed something was wrong, and the next moment, he was beside Xie Lian: "What's wrong?"

Xie Lian’s expression immediately returned to normal: “It’s okay.”

It’s not that he’s okay. Just at that moment, his heart ached a little.

Hua Cheng would not allow him to be careless, he walked up to him, held his wrist, and said: "Where have you been? Are you injured again?"

Xie Lian said, “No.”

This is the truth, indeed, there is nothing. Although I have been busy these days, it has been smooth sailing and I have not encountered any danger. Hua Cheng pondered for a moment, but did not find anything, so he put down his hand. Xie Lian used his own breathing to control his breath, but did not find anything either. He thought it was probably an illusion, and smiled, "Maybe I just twisted a nerve. Okay, let me see what you have achieved today?"

Hua Cheng then smiled, took his hand and said, "Come here."

Before Xie Lian could respond, his heart suddenly ached again.

This time it was definitely not an illusion! He clearly felt that if the first time was like being pricked by a needle, the second time was like being scratched by something with sharp nails. If Hua Cheng hadn’t turned his head away, I’m afraid Xie Lian would not be able to use “it’s okay” to get away with it this time.

But the timing was not right, and Xie Lian did not want to alert Hua Cheng for the time being. The two of them played in Qiandeng Temple for a while, and he found an excuse to go out and check himself carefully.

After a while, he put down his hand, his expression solemn.

The result was of course no problem, otherwise, Hua Cheng would have found it out when he grabbed his hand just now.

Then why do I feel heartache for no reason?

After thinking for a while, Xie Lian guessed that he was possessed by some evil spirit or had been poisoned by some strange poison, but he was not panicked, at least not now. In a little while, it would be Hua Cheng's birthday. If something happened at this time, Hua Cheng would definitely not be in the mood for this birthday, and he would probably have to hold him down to treat his injuries again.

Xie Lian was used to enduring pain and had experienced this kind of strange thing before, so he didn’t take it seriously. He decided to just get through the day and then solve the problem quietly later.

At night, thinking that the time was almost up, Xie Lian returned to Qiandeng Temple. Hua Cheng was still inside, bored and pretending to scribble and create waste paper. Xie Lian couldn't help laughing, but before he could laugh, he felt a pang of heartache again. Rubbing his chest with his fingers didn't help much. He thought to himself, "It seems that this thing is still quite powerful... Just bear with it for a while."

He took a deep breath, walked out, and said softly, "Sanlang? There's something I need your help with."

Hua Cheng put down his pen and asked, "What can I do for you?"

Xie Lian said, “Please close your eyes first.”

Hua Cheng raised his eyebrows, but didn’t ask any more questions and closed his eyes. Xie Lian took his hands and smiled, “Come with me.”

This was the opposite of the night with Junshan. Huacheng smiled and said, "Okay."

Xie Lian took his hands and slowly walked to the door, saying, “Be careful with the threshold.”

Hua Cheng didn't know how long he had been wandering in Qiandeng Temple, so he didn't need him to remind him how to get there, but he still waited for him to remind him before he raised his boots. The silver chains on his boots jingled, and the two of them walked out of the gate together and came to the long street.

After walking for a while, Xie Lian said, “Okay, open your eyes.”

Hua Cheng then opened his eyes as he was told. In an instant, that dark eye lit up as if it had been lit by a bright lamp.

The long street was decorated with lights and colors. It looked much cleaner and tidier than the messy streets of the past. It seemed that every household had worked hard to clean it up. The tattered signs had been replaced with new ones, and the eaves and corners were also shining, looking brand new.

They didn't know when the ghosts surrounded them, and they didn't even dare to breathe. As soon as Hua Cheng opened his eyes, he started to blow and beat music desperately, and shouted in a disorderly manner, "Happy birthday to the city lord!" Some people also took advantage of the chaos to shout "Have a happy marriage for a hundred years" and "Have a baby soon", which was a terrible noise!

Seeing this terrible result, Xie Lian slapped his forehead. They had clearly trained for a long time before and could barely shout in unison, so why were they still shouting in a mess now?

Hua Cheng had a blank expression on his face, seemingly unmoved. He only raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you doing? You're making so much noise."

The ghosts had already given up on their training results. They were all extremely thick-skinned and said, "Let's die! There's no one here anyway!"

Hua Cheng sneered and turned around to see Xie Lian standing behind him with his hands hidden behind his back. He said, "San Lang, I heard... today is your birthday?"

Hua Cheng seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He crossed his arms, tilted his head to look at him, and said with a smile: "Yeah. Yes."

Xie Lian coughed a few times, then suddenly jumped up and put the longevity lock around his neck, saying, “This… was made in a hurry, I hope you don’t mind!”

The longevity lock was carved with the same patterns as his wristband, maple leaves, butterflies, beasts, etc. It was extremely delicate and contained a strong spiritual power. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary item. The ghosts all shouted, "It's amazing! It's so beautiful! What kind of treasure is this!"

"Ah! Only the city lord is worthy of such a treasure! Only such a treasure is worthy of the city lord!"

They shouted so exaggeratedly that Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He became more and more nervous, not knowing whether he should ask Hua Cheng what he thought. Hua Cheng didn't say a word either, but his eyes were extremely bright and a smile appeared on his lips.

After a while, he picked up the silver lock and seemed to be about to speak, but at this moment, something strange happened.

Xie Lian's knees suddenly went weak and he knelt on the ground.

This was so sudden that the ghosts who were watching happily burst into exclamations. Hua Cheng's smile disappeared instantly, and he quickly caught him and said, "Brother? What's wrong?"

Xie Lian’s face turned pale, and he forced a smile, saying, “No…”

Before he could finish his words, his throat choked.

Oh no, it happens again!

The inexplicable heartache came again, and this time, the pain was more intense than ever before, as if my heart had exploded.

Xie Lian cried out inwardly, “Oh no!” He had not expected the pain to come so violently, each time more severe than the last, and to happen at this critical moment!

He was still calm, but the pain continued, as if someone was swinging a mahogany wedge, hammering it into his heart. Xie Lian was in so much pain that he had trouble breathing, and he could barely lift his head. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead. Hua Cheng's face changed completely: "Your Highness?!"

He grabbed Xie Lian’s wrist, but still didn’t pry anything out, and said, “Your Highness! Where did you go yesterday?!”

There were panicked cries from all directions. Xie Lian opened his mouth, but it was as if something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even speak.

Hua Cheng's arms were shaking as he held him. Seeing Hua Cheng's handsome face, which was always calm and composed, now tinged with anxiety, Xie Lian's heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and he finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

Before he lost consciousness, all he could think of was "I'm sorry".

Today is Huacheng’s birthday.

●

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Lian suddenly woke up with a start. Before he could even catch his breath, he stared blankly at the ceiling above him, thinking in a daze, “Is this… Qiandeng Temple? What happened to me… did I fall asleep?”

He was still slowly waking up when suddenly a hand supported him and Hua Cheng's voice was close at hand: "Your Highness?"

Xie Lian looked up and saw Hua Cheng's face, with a burning look between his brows. He was startled for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, he felt another sharp pain in his heart.

This time, he was completely awake. He immediately arched his body, and his five fingers almost dug into the flesh of his chest. The force was so great that it seemed as if he wanted to dig out his heart. Seeing this, Hua Cheng immediately grabbed his wrist and said, "Your Highness!"

If he hadn't caught him quickly, Xie Lian would have had five bloody holes in his chest. At this moment, a voice said, "I think something is wrong. Let him go first!"

Mu Qing is actually here too. Hua Cheng said, "What if I let him go and he hurts himself?!"

Feng Xin's voice rang out immediately: "I'll help you hold him down! If you don't figure out what's going on quickly, the pain won't stop!"

Xie Lian leaned forward and felt another hand grabbing his wrist. Upon hearing this, Hua Cheng froze for a moment and then let him go.

Strangely enough, as soon as he let go of Xie Lian, the pain really subsided a lot. Xie Lian was able to move at least. When he turned over, he found Feng Xin and Mu Qing standing by the couch, probably because they were called to inquire about the situation. Hua Cheng stood not far away, staring at him intently.

Seeing this, the pain that Xie Lian had finally managed to fade away came back. Seeing his expression change again, Mu Qing said to Hua Cheng, "Stand away! It seems like he gets hurt whenever he gets close to you or sees you!"

Hua Cheng stiffened when he heard this, his expression was extremely scary and indescribable, but he immediately dodged and retreated outside the house. As soon as he disappeared from Xie Lian's sight, the severe pain in Xie Lian's chest really stopped. The pain came and went, and Xie Lian was almost driven crazy. He took a breath and said with difficulty: "This...what on earth...is going on?"

Mu Qing and Feng Xin still held him tightly together to prevent him from moving around to look at Hua Cheng, and said, "What's going on? I need to ask you! What's wrong with you? You must have offended something!"

Xie Lian said, “…If I had gotten into trouble with something, wouldn’t I know about it?”

Besides, Huacheng had also been checked. Mu Qing asked, "Have you been to any strange places these days?"

Xie Lian said, “The only places I’ve been to in the past few days are Tonglu Mountain and… the Imperial Master’s Tomb.”

Mu Qing frowned and said, "What? The Imperial Master's Tomb? What Imperial Master's Tomb?"

Hua Cheng, who was standing outside the house, had already understood, and asked, "The tomb of the Imperial Master Fang Xin?"

Xie Lian said, “Sanlang, you better come in…”

Hua Cheng's deep voice came from outside: "Brother, just recuperate here. I'll go take a look."

Xie Lian said, “I’ll go too!” However, as soon as he stood up, he immediately fell down again in pain. Hua Cheng was silent after he finished speaking, so he must have left. Xie Lian tried to get up again, but Mu Qing said, “I think you should stop moving around, you can’t even walk!”

Xie Lian was held down by two people with four hands. He was still struggling and said, “It’s not like I haven’t felt pain before. I’ll get used to it after a while.” He couldn’t just stop seeing Hua Cheng just because it hurt.

Mu Qing said, "You are willing to be hurt, but your Sanlang is not."

Xie Lian was stunned, thinking about Hua Cheng's expression before he fainted from the pain, and then thinking about Hua Cheng's expression when he found out that he was in pain when he got close to him. His breathing stagnated, and his heart suddenly felt torn apart. His face turned pale. Feng Xin and Mu Qing were both staring at him. Feng Xin was stunned and said, "Didn't Xueyu Tanhua leave? Why is he still in pain?"

Mu Qing was very perceptive and asked, "Were you thinking about him just now?"

Xie Lian gritted his teeth and endured for a long time before he reluctantly said, “Why… can’t I even think about it?”

Mu Qing said, "Don't think about it. Your attack seems to be getting worse and worse. The more you think about it, the more you will suffer. Let me pour you a glass of water."

Xie Lian didn't even have the energy to shake his head and say forget it. Mu Qing stood up to pour water, while he closed his eyes and tried to calm down. But the calmer he was, the more worried he became. He didn't know what evil creature had found him, and neither of them had been able to find out what was going on. He was really worried about Hua Cheng going alone. At this time, Mu Qing handed over the teacup. The teacup was snow-white and elegant. Thinking of Hua Cheng having used it the night before, Xie Lian turned pale again and lay down without saying a word. Mu Qing knew who his heart had flown to again, and he couldn't hand over the tea in his hand. He said with a dark face, "Why do you have to think about him for everything? Don't you want to die?!"

Xie Lian said, “How can I control this?”

If you could say that you don't want to be alone, then there would not be many troubles and grievances in the world.

Mu Qing said: "I think we should just knock him out, so that he won't lose control of his brain."

However, as Xie Lian's former attendant, Feng Xin would never hit Xie Lian. Of course, he would not allow anyone to hit Xie Lian in front of him. He immediately said, "No! I think you should talk to him more and divert his attention, so that he won't keep thinking about the Blood Rain Scholar."

Mu Qing said: "What can I say to him? Wouldn't he think of Blood Rain Tanhua no matter what I say? It's better to just knock him out!"

Feng Xin said, "Anyway, we can't fight! This way, he won't have time to think about other things, right? I guarantee he won't have time. I'll go first, and may you live as long as the Southern Mountains!"

He hated this game so much that he barely started, his expression gnashing his teeth. Mu Qing hated it even more than he did, but he still reluctantly continued, "... the mountains and rivers are bad."

Xie Lian was really at his wit’s end and continued weakly, “…the evil purple took away the red…”

As soon as he finished speaking, he curled up again. Mu Qing said incredulously: "How can you think of him at this moment? There is no connection at all!"

Xie Lian thought: How come it doesn’t matter? Zhu, the color of Zhu, Zhu Yi, and Hong Yi. When he thought of Hong Yi, how could he not think of Hua Cheng?

After such torture, he could no longer bear it, and with all his might, he broke free from the two people holding him down, and rolled off the couch with a "thump". Even though Feng Xin and Mu Qing had expected his explosive power and secretly saved some strength, they still couldn't hold him down. Seeing him break free, they hurried to stop him, but he slapped them to the ground. Mu Qing looked up and saw him running out the door, so he said, "Where are you going? Don't run around!"

Xie Lian, however, had almost reached his limit. He pulled out two exquisite dice from his sleeve, threw them out, and stumbled into a door.

Hua Cheng said that if Xie Lian wanted to see him, he would be able to see him no matter what number he threw. Xie Lian didn't know where the dice took him, but he fell into someone's arms. Hua Cheng's slightly surprised voice sounded above his head: "Your Highness!"

Xie Lian quickly hugged him, fearing that he would disappear again, and said, “Sanlang! Don’t go alone, I…will go with you…”

Hua Cheng seemed to want to hug him immediately, but his arms froze in mid-air. He restrained himself and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, go back quickly, it will hurt you badly."

The ghost king of desperate situation, Xueyu Tanhua, who was feared by everyone in the Three Realms, seemed to have no idea what to do with him. It was neither right to hug him nor to push him away. Hugging him hurt, and pushing him hurt even more. Xie Lian gritted his teeth and hugged him tighter, saying in a trembling voice, “It hurts!!!”

Hua Cheng said: "Your Highness!"

Rather than sitting somewhere else and thinking about Hua Cheng until it hurts to death, it’s better to hug Hua Cheng tightly and let it hurt to death. The more it hurts, the tighter he has to hug him. Xie Lian’s head was covered with beads of sweat, and he spoke intermittently: “Wait for me for a moment, just a moment, I’ll be fine soon, I’ll get used to it soon. I can bear the pain very well. I can bear the pain when you’re by my side. If you leave, then it will really be… the pain will be unbearable…”

After hearing these words, Hua Cheng was stunned. After a while, he whispered: "Your Highness..."

This sound was like a sigh and a pain, and seemed to be more tormented than Xie Lian's.

Xie Lian took the initiative to hug him tightly, waiting for the unbearable pain to pass. While trying to calm his breathing, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Is this made by melting your mask?"

In a daze, Xie Lian realized that the place they were in was a desolate and gloomy cemetery, which was the tomb of the state master that he had visited the day before. And there was actually a person standing behind them, with a tall figure, it was Lang Qianqiu.

He was already half unconscious when he came here just now, so naturally he didn't notice the third person. Now he noticed it but he didn't care about shame. At this time, Feng Xin and Mu Qing also caught up. Mu Qing was knocked to the ground by his palm just now, and he was so angry that the veins on his forehead seemed to never disappear. He shouted: "Why are you running around! Two people and four hands can't hold you down! - What kind of hell is this place? It looks like a tomb!"

Feng Xin was also looking around and said, "This is the tomb, right? It's a tomb that has been dug up. Is this the tomb of Imperial Master Fangxin? Why is His Highness Taihua here too?"

Lang Qianqiu looked unhappy and said, "I heard that there was some movement in the Imperial Master's tomb the other day. It looked like it was visited by tomb robbers. I came to take a look."

He came to take a look, and just happened to run into Hua Cheng and Xie Lian. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't feel like saying hello or explaining anything. He stared at Xie Lian and asked again: "Is that the longevity lock you made with that silver mask? Did you come back the day before yesterday and take the mask away?"

After hesitating for a while, Xie Lian nodded.

In the past, he served as the Imperial Master of Yong'an State, and he always wore a silver mask on his face. The mask itself was made of rare silver, and was forged by a half-pound silver demon. In addition to covering his face, the real miraculous effect was to rebound spells and protect his life. After Imperial Master Fangxin "died", the mask was placed in the coffin as a burial object.

When giving a gift, of course you have to give something that you will cherish. Xie Lian racked his brains and finally remembered that he had once obtained such a treasure, which was very useful and helped him many times. He loved the mask so much that he didn't take it with him when he climbed out of the coffin. So he rushed to the tomb of the Imperial Master Fangxin at night, dug up the mask from his own grave, melted it into silver water, and refined it into a longevity protective lock.

Everyone had strange looks on their faces. After all, no one had ever worshipped at Master Fangxin's tomb, and the grass had grown several feet high. When Xie Lian came back, he didn't even sweep the tomb for himself. Not sweeping the tomb would have been fine, but he dug up his own grave... No one could do such a thing!

After an awkward silence for a moment, Xie Lian saw Lang Qianqiu's strange expression and explained, "That mask was not taken from your house. It was made from a silver demon that I tamed before..."

If it was something from the Yong'an royal family, he would never think of using it as raw material to make a birthday gift for Huacheng. He didn't know that Lang Qianqiu was still paying attention to the imperial master's tomb. He thought Lang Qianqiu had buried him and didn't care about him, otherwise he would at least fill the soil he dug out and not alarm Lang Qianqiu to come and check.

Lang Qianqiu was stunned for a moment, then angrily said: "I'm not arguing with you about this!"

Hua Cheng glanced at him with a slightly cold look, and Lang Qianqiu's expression froze. Xie Lian looked at the silver lock and suddenly frowned, as if he remembered something.

His eyes met with Lang Qianqiu's and he found that he was looking at the same thing. Hua Cheng naturally wouldn't miss it and said, "Is the problem with this longevity lock? Your Highness, do you know what it is?"

Xie Lian did have an idea and guessed what was going on, but he didn't know how to start the conversation. However, Lang Qianqiu spoke for him with a pale face.

He said, "It was him."

Hua Cheng said coldly: "What do you mean?"

Xie Lian hurriedly said, “Qian Qiu!”

Lang Qianqiu glanced at him, but continued, "After the Gilded Banquet, I brought him here."

Xie Lian said, “Stop talking.”

Lang Qianqiu looked at him and shut up, probably not knowing what to say next. But if he didn't say anything, others could continue.

After the Gilded Banquet, Yong'an Prince Lang Qianqiu captured the Imperial Master Fang Xin and, in revenge, nailed her to death in a coffin, sealed the coffin in the wilderness, and did not allow anyone to pay homage to her. Of course, no one would pay homage to her in the first place.

At that time, after being pierced through the heart by the long peach wood nail, the blood that flowed from Xie Lian's heart dyed the silver mask that was used as a burial object red. The evil spirit of the silver demon preserved the blood and made it leave Xie Lian's body, but he was still alive.

The day before yesterday, Xie Lian came back to visit, dug up his own grave, and took the silver demon mask to forge the longevity lock. The blood on the mask was awakened by him, and took the opportunity to return to his body.

No wonder Hua Cheng and himself had repeatedly checked but couldn't find anything abnormal. It was because the thing causing the trouble was originally something in his body, his own blood, so of course there was nothing abnormal!

Hua Cheng moved slightly. Xie Lian couldn’t see his expression, so he quickly held him down: “San Lang!”

Lang Qianqiu killed him for revenge, and the old Lord of Yong'an did die at his hands. He nailed him into the coffin with a few nails, which was a tit-for-tat. Xie Lian took a few breaths, and felt a sharp pain in his heart again. He couldn't help but groan. Hua Cheng's eyebrows were stained with burning color again, and he said, "Your Highness?"

Lang Qianqiu hesitated for a moment, and seeing that Xie Lian’s face was as white as paper, he said, “I… do you want me to help you?”

Xie Lian knew what he would think given his personality, so he said hurriedly, “It’s okay, Qianqiu, I don’t need your help. This is none of your business, it’s not your problem. It was my own carelessness. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Mu Qing also felt that it was really awkward for Lang Qianqiu to be both the victim and the murderer in this situation, and said, "That's right, Your Highness Taihua, you don't need to care about him, go back."

After a moment of silence, Lang Qianqiu said, "Okay."

But even though he said okay, he still didn't leave. Everyone else couldn't care because Xie Lian was about to roll over in pain again. But even though he was about to roll over in pain, he still held Hua Cheng tightly and refused to let go. Feng Xin said: "Let's solve this first!... Your Highness? What's wrong with you??"

Xie Lian was struggling fiercely just now, but after a clear "click" sound, he suddenly calmed down, lying in Hua Cheng's arms with cold sweat on his forehead, not moving.

Hua Cheng hugged him back tightly and whispered, "Your Highness, it's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Everyone then discovered that he was holding a handful of broken silver powder in his hand, and the longevity lock that he had worn so carefully on his chest had disappeared.

As long as the longevity lock was destroyed, Xie Lian's heart blood, which was tainted with evil spirits, would naturally calm down. So, he grasped the longevity lock, and with a light squeeze, it broke.

Xie Lian's breathing gradually became steady. He tilted his head and saw tiny dots of silver light flowing out from between Hua Cheng's fingers. He then met Hua Cheng's gaze. For some reason, he felt a slight pain in his heart again.

He murmured, "Well...it doesn't hurt anymore."

●

The curse was finally lifted. Xie Lian said goodbye to Feng Xin, Mu Qing, Lang Qianqiu and the others, and walked slowly back towards the ghost market with Hua Cheng.

The two walked side by side, and Xie Lian's face was hot all the way.

This is all Feng Xin and Mu Qing’s fault.

Before they parted ways, Feng Xin wiped his sweat and couldn't help asking, "So why did His Highness act like this when he saw Blood Rain Tanhua? What's wrong with his heart blood? Are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for him?"

Xie Lian knew exactly what was going on, so when he heard him ask, he quickly said, “Let’s not delve into this!”

Feng Xin asked in confusion, "Why don't you investigate further? Otherwise, what if it happens again next time? We have to get to the bottom of it."

Mu Qing snorted, "You can't figure this out? The blood has been flowing out of his body for too many years. He won't be used to it after he returns, so he will definitely be upset. If he is calm and composed, it would be fine..."

However, if his heart is restless and he moves, his blood will surge and make him feel unbearable pain, and he will relive the pain of the peach wood piercing his heart.

Xie Lian didn’t even dare to look at Hua Cheng’s expression at that time. He just felt that he would lose all his face in front of Hua Cheng for the rest of his life.

What this means is that whenever he sees or thinks of Huacheng, he can't help but feel excited, so he rolls on the ground in pain!

Thinking of this, Xie Lian’s heart started beating wildly again.

Fortunately, now, even if his heart beats faster, it won’t hurt.

Suddenly, Hua Cheng, who had been silent for a long time, said, "Your Highness."

Xie Lian immediately responded, “What?”

Hua Cheng said: "How long did you stay in that tomb?"

Xie Lian was stunned for a moment, and said, “I can’t remember clearly.”

Anyway, it was a very long time, so long that I didn't want to count. Pain, hunger, blood loss, hallucinations. At first, I didn't move, but later I couldn't help but regret it, and I banged on the coffin frantically, trying to break out of the coffin, but in the end I let myself fall into endless darkness.

It wasn't the pain that would never end, like when a hundred swords pierced my heart. But it was a dull pain that continued without end.

He sighed. Hua Cheng immediately asked, "What's wrong, Your Highness? Is it still painful?"

Xie Lian shook his head. After a while, he said in a muffled voice, "Sanlang, I'm sorry."

Hua Cheng asked curiously: "Why do you say sorry to me?"

After hesitating for a while, Xie Lian said, “Today is clearly your birthday. I wanted to celebrate it well for you, but I’ve been tormented all day, trying to think of a way to break the curse.”

He had originally planned to at least hold it in until the end of his birthday, but he still couldn't hold it in.

Xie Lian said, “Even the birthday gift I gave you was destroyed because I wanted to help me break the curse.”

Moreover, Hua Cheng crushed it with his own hands. Xie Lian thought about it from beginning to end and felt that today's incident was nothing. He was extremely depressed and could not imagine how Hua Cheng felt.

Hua Cheng said softly, "Your Highness."

He paused and said, "I have received your birthday gift."

Xie Lian was startled: “What?”

But don't say something like you are the best gift or something like that, as that will make him even more ashamed.

Hua Cheng stared at him, smiled slightly, and said: "His Highness said that even if it hurts, he still wants to come see me. Even if it hurts so much, he doesn't want to leave."

“…”

Hua Cheng whispered, "I'm very happy."

Thinking of how miserable he looked when he said this to Hua Cheng, Xie Lian coughed lightly and tried to cover his face in a natural way. But Hua Cheng suddenly pulled him and held him tightly in his arms.

Xie Lian was stunned, and heard his deep voice as he pressed against his slightly shaking chest.

Hua Cheng said: "Really. I am very happy."

“…”

I am very happy too, Xie Lian thought.

During the long hundred years, no matter how painful it was, Huacheng never thought of giving up on him.

Xie Lian, who discovered this, was the happiest.

The two hugged each other tightly, and Hua Cheng said: "But, although I am very happy, I don't want you to endure that kind of pain again."

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The two returned to the ghost market. The ghosts had been worried for a whole day, but when they saw the two return safely, they immediately changed from chaos to excitement and celebration. Hua Cheng was still too lazy to respond and went into Qiandeng Temple with Xie Lian. But when the two entered, they found that there were many more things in the temple.

Hua Cheng said: "Who let it in?"

Xie Lian picked them up and examined them one by one, saying, “It seems to be a gift box? This one is from Master Yu, right? Such fresh vegetables… Is this one from Qingxuan?… Okay, this one must be from General Pei…”

He nodded and became happier and happier. He said with a smile, "Sanlang! Congratulations. This is the birthday gift you all gave to His Excellency the Ghost King."

He was like a possessed man during those few days, asking people everywhere what birthday gifts to give. Although he didn't say who it was for, probably everyone could guess who it was for.

Hua Cheng, however, had no interest in these things and said, "Brother, don't look at them. We'll throw them all out later. They take up space."

Seeing that he really intended to send someone to throw it away, Xie Lian hurriedly said, “Then let’s not throw it away. After all, it’s a token of everyone’s kindness… Wait, why are there these too? Who sent them???” He actually saw the love potion and fertility pills mixed in with the serious gifts. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and threw them aside like a hot potato. Hua Cheng seemed to be a little interested in these things, and was about to pick them up to take a look: “Hmm? What are these?”

Xie Lian quickly stopped him: “It’s not a good thing! Don’t look at it!”

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Finally, after some hesitation, Xie Lian gave the belt he had made himself to Hua Cheng as a replacement for the longevity lock.

Hua Cheng looked at him and laughed so hard that he almost couldn't breathe - although ghosts don't need to breathe. Anyway, he hugged him and kissed him for a long time, praising him all the time, praising him so much that Xie Lian felt ashamed and lay on the bed pretending to be dead.

What made Xie Lian want to play dead even more was that the next morning, Hua Cheng really put on that thing, and was ready to go out as usual. Xie Lian almost fainted when he saw it, and immediately rolled off the bed and pounced on him to beg for a long time, and Hua Cheng only reluctantly agreed to let him use it in reverse, showing the side without embroidery patterns to the public. In this way, Xie Lian avoided the fate of his craftsmanship being publicly humiliated.

As for the huge commotion in Huacheng that day, everyone in heaven and on earth knew that Xie Lian had fainted on his birthday. After the whole sto