Chapter 346: Extraordinary Competition for Favour IV

The next morning.

Fairy Tramper sits under a loquat tree in the courtyard, squinting and thinking about something as she peels herself a loquat.

After the switch, he couldn't remember much else from the past three days, except for a vague recollection that he had received a wooden box from a rice cake and rice cake monster, which seemed to be related to Chu Wanning's birthday present.

But more than that, he could not recall.

Fairy Tramper doesn't dare to take it lightly, for he thinks that the Master of Ink is a deep-rooted cocksucker, seemingly loyal and honest, but in reality he's all over the place and has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

He is handsome, straightforward, domineering, powerful and sincere.

Honest people like yourself are really at a disadvantage.

Fairy Tramper sighed, his violet-black eyes shining with a deep light. The loquat juice was very sticky, he raised his hand and licked his fingertips, taking in the sweetness, and said to himself: "I can't lose, I'm an emperor, I know more about harem rivalry than my other self, if I know myself, I can win a hundred battles.

But it is one thing to desire to know about the Master's gift, it is another to know how.

He didn't expect to be able to communicate with himself mentally, and it was a hell of a thing that the Ink Sovereign would pay attention to him.

Why don't you try to get Chu Wanning to talk to you?

No no no.

This idea was quickly dismissed by Fairy Tramper herself.

In his previous life, Song Qiutong would always come to him dressed up for the festive season, to impress him and to ask him if "Queen Chu's sister" had prepared any gifts for him.

He was so angry at Song Qiutong's seemingly shrewd but stupid head that it took him a lifetime of connotation not to curse at him for asking what he was asking Chu Wanning for not sending me holiday gifts.

But each time, instead of roaring out, he forced down his anger, studied away a smiling gloomy face, and said slowly, "I can't imagine that the Queen actually cares so much about Queen Chu that she has to look up to him for a gift."

Song Qiutong's pretty face flashed with fear, and her fear made her more submissive and charming, hoping to win the king's pity.

So she said, "I just can't decide, I want to know what Queen Chu's sister's side wants."

"Oh to know the mind of Queen Chu." Fairy Tramper swallowed the words and dipped them between her lips before smiling coldly, her eyes like a cold sword out of a box.

"So, you are trying to show that you have no opinion on this queenship and are planning to be a concubine like him or simply demoted to a concubine"

Song Qiutong stumbled and fell to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly.

He only felt disgust and anger at the same time in his heart as the dragon fought and fought. The court eunuchs who witnessed this only said that the emperor was angry with Wuchang, but no one knew, not even Song Qiutong himself, that he had been touched by her in a very real way.

As for the obedience, submission and adoration that he craved, they were more like the cold moon in the ninth heaven, out of reach.

He had not even received a single festive gift from Chu Wanning in all these years, even the "Happy New Year" he had secretly hoped for on New Year's Eve when the snow was thick.

Song Qiutong stabs him in the face and pokes him in the face. Mocking him for having nothing to gain, mocking him for being a loner, a poor man who seems to be so determined to win, but is in fact so resentful.

How dare she? How dare she?

The emperor was so angry that he turned blue, Song Qiutong was so frightened that he stared at her sorrowfully, the truth could not be spilled, and she was totally unaware of the transgressions she had committed.

At the time, neither the emperor nor the empress realised that she had actually lost the battle for favour from the very beginning.

Yes.

Can't ask Chu Wanning.

After this memory was over, Fairy Tramper became more and more determined.

The essence of contending for favour is to be on cloud nine, seemingly unconcerned, but in fact transported. To jump out and reveal that you care to death at the outset would be most undesirable.

But how to pry into the actions of the Ink Master without a care in the clouds

Tomorrow is Chu Wanning's birthday and he has only the last few hours to win the battle against defeat.

Fairy Tramper was deep in thought when he saw Doghead running past him after a flowering butterfly. Sensing his gaze, the dog-head braked sharply to a halt and tilted his head, glaring at the troubled former emperor with his usual bitchy slant. There was wisdom and care in the dog's eyes.

Fairy Tramper has a bright idea.

With

"Good dog-head, good dog-head, come on." While Chu Wanning was out scouting for the spirits of the grass and trees of Nanping Mountain, Fairy Tramper took the dog's head in her arms, placed it on her lap and rubbed her paws with a smile that she thought was kind but was actually very frightening, "I know you are the smartest, you should be able to understand what I am saying. "

Dog Head: ""

"I ask you, do you know that a few days ago I was given a wooden box"

Dog Head: "Oooh"

"Will you behave yourself and bring that box to me in your mouth?"

"Oooooooo" can't do it.

Fairy Tramper's face sank a little, but she smiled and said, "How about a meat bone for you?"

"Woof woof" two

"OK, two for two."

The dog-like Fairy Tramper is indeed better at communicating with his own kind than the human-like Ink Master. It is amazing how quickly a dog and a man can come to an understanding that they are incompatible with each other despite the fact that they do not speak the same language at all.

"Woof."

With a wag of his tail, the dog jumped from Fairy Tramper's arms and ran, clattering, deep into some inconspicuous patch of grass, and in a few moments he was a traitor to Master Mo, scooping up his hidden box of wishes and bringing it to Fairy Tramper upside down in the dirt.

"So soon."

"Woof woof woof," that is, and you don't see who I am.

Fairy Tramper was so pleased that he smiled and stroked the dog's head: "You are a good dog, my lord, and I will make you one."

Before he could think of a reason, he heard familiar footsteps outside the courtyard door. Fairy Tramper's face changed and she immediately lifted her hand and took the box into her arms with a swift movement.

Then turning back with the calmness of nothing happening, " Wangning is back."

The dog's head also wagged its tail with the calmness of nothing happening and fawned over Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning, returning from his patrol, looked at the man and the dog and felt an air of mysterious intrigue running between them: "What are you doing?"

Fairy Tramper quickly digressed, "How is my harem?"

Chu Wanning said, "Your little Jade and Little Hong are dead."

"" Fairy Tramper exclaimed, "What"

"Last night's storm blew over all the Xiangfei bamboos and red begonias you planted on the south slope. I told you not to plant them on the windward side of the rock face before, but you didn't listen, so I can only give you a lesson for next time."

Fairy Tramper was devastated and he quit.

Although he had always called them his harem to tease Chu Wanning, there were more than just concubines in his harem, and he had in fact quietly made the trees they planted together princesses and princes.

Now their child has died.

"No. This seat is going to see it."

"What are you looking at." As soon as Chu Wanning saw that he had taken his teasing seriously, he pulled him away and said to him, "I have cast a spell and have renewed all the broken flowers and plants."

"It's all hooked up."

"It's all hooked up."

Fairy Tramper stared at him for a moment, and before Chu Wanning could react, he suddenly opened his sleeves and grabbed him firmly in a sudden hug.

"" Chu Wanning was caught cold in a hug around her waist and laughed in a bewildered and helpless way, "What are you doing?"

Fairy Tramper sat and Chu Wanning stood, Fairy Tramper's head resting against Chu Wanning's belly and ribs, wanting to rub it, but not being able to face it, and finally saying in a muffled voice, "This seat this seat is happy."

This is Chu Wanning's heart. He was so sad that the plants and trees he had planted with great expectation were broken by the wind and rain, that he saved them without saying a word. His heart, which had once been in a state of stagnation, finally took on a bright red colour, with blood, heat and love, in the company of Chu Wanning.

He was also finally able to walk carefully into the light.

Fairy Tramper has become more and more determined to solve the mystery of his congratulations in order to shine a little more light on himself and a little less on Master Mo. He is not in his right mind and, unlike the sober Inkmaster, refuses to admit that they are one and the same, so while the Inkmaster is not hostile to his other self, he fights the Inkmaster every day with a red face.

Fairy Tramper, under the pretext of "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll cook myself", locked herself away quietly in the kitchenette and started working on the box.

The experience of the Emperor of the Human World had taught him that if he could open this box, the secrets of the Ink Sovereign would be exposed to his eyes.

But the problem is that the box is so tight that it can't be opened.

"The box opens the door"

Not used.

"You're thinking outside the box."

It remains self-conscious.

"To show you the handsome face of this throne."

The box does not move at all.

Fairy Tramper tried all sorts of things, but nothing worked, so he finally got a little frantic and tried to cut one in half with a red light in his palm.

He suddenly slammed his palm down and heard a clang

The bench under the box is broken.

But the box is actually still intact.

"Fairy Tramper was furious and called upon his blade to slash at it, slashing at it for more than twenty times. The box remained unharmed after half a day of slashing, but he was in the kitchen and could not release his psychic powers at will to prevent the house from blowing up.

On the contrary, Chu Wanning knocked on the door: "Mo Ran, what are you doing? What's all the noise inside?"

"Chopping," Fairy Tramper blurted out, "making pies."

Chu Wanning paused for a moment, "There was still leftover from the day before in the ice book, and I didn't use up my previous packet of coppers."

"OK, got it."

After responding, Fairy Tramper realizes that something's wrong and Chu Wanning is giving the Mojo a run for his money.

How come he didn't

This thought made him even more furious, and he felt that he could not let go of Master Mo, and that he could not let the other party invite another credit to that hypocrite and despicable person on his birthday.

How insolent to compete with him for favour

Fairy Tramper's eyes clouded with darkness as he stared at the box, his long, slender fingers rubbing the rough texture of the top, his mind wandering. He thought, "Why don't we just throw the box off the cliff?

He could have found a better one for Chu Wanning before Tian Sun fell today.

He is the Emperor of Fairy Tramper, and what can he not do if he wants the only thing in heaven and earth?

Although he was sick of the old days when he was a king on high and loved the warmth of being back on earth, he always liked to dress up in disguise and go down to the mountains to smell the fires of the world, and even felt that the money he earned by secretly disguising himself as "Master Gou" was more precious and meaningful than the rare treasures presented to him by others who knelt in fear and trembling in the cold and deep palace. It was much more precious and meaningful.

But as good as this mortal sweetness was, he was reluctant to show his affection for it.

Fairy Tramper is a man with a face, especially to distinguish himself from the impoverished Mo Zongzi, and even if he secretly loves the peasant's cabbage and boiled tofu in his heart, he has to grunt and pretend that what he loves most is still a big platitude and a mountain of food.

This kind of swollen-face prestige is occasionally beneficial.

Fairy Tramper, for example, is convinced that if he risks being smacked to death by Chu Wanning and arrogantly resurfaces to scavenge for treasures, he will quickly find the kind of greeting that is luxurious and sophisticated, new and original.

A certain

Once this thought had taken root in his mind, Fairy Tramper stood up, intending to put the wooden box away and find an opportunity to take it out and throw it away this afternoon.

Yet thinking about it, but actually having to do it, his revived conscience still rises a little uneasily.

So, so Chu Wanning will have one less gift. What if I can't find a better one? What if Chu Wanning really likes this box and it's ruined by me, won't uh won't he come and make trouble with me I'm letting him have exclusive favour with him now, if he really makes trouble, what should I do what should I do to coax will it be useless to coax

With this thought in mind, I actually got a little sad again.

Since the ancient times, the emperor had no feelings for the Wang family, and once the emperor had feelings, he was reduced to going through the motions with his lover.

I can't believe he can't even harden his heart at the thought that Chu Wanning might not be happy about such a trivial matter.

I have no talent

Fairy Tramper lets out a long mental sigh.

But at that moment he suddenly noticed a white figure passing by the small window in the wooden grille. He knew something was wrong and immediately snatched it up, but it ran so fast that he only had time to see a small blue lamp held by a white tail, and before he could see it in full, it had disappeared into the grass.

The only window has a rolled up bright green lotus leaf tucked between the cracks of the wooden grille.

Rice Cake Monster

Fairy Tramper's mind was struck by a sudden flash of memories of a strange encounter she had had two days earlier.

He immediately raised his hand to pull out the lotus leaf left by the rice cake spirit and smoothed it out with the sunlight pouring in through the window, and could not help but be overjoyed, but his overjoyedness was followed by a swirl of anger.

Fairy Tramper cursed herself in anger, " Mo Weiyu, how dare you taunt me"

Only on that lotus leaf were seen a few lines written in a crooked manner.

emperor good I am only spell guest emperor personality of the rice cake spirit, I sneak out from the village to the emperor to report the news. This is the heart wants things to come true box, inside there is a piece of worldly fairyland, open the spell is the Mo Zong Shi personality set, called send gold is really too stupid, I can only help you to here cheer you can

Fairy Tramper didn't know what the word "spellbinder" meant, and felt that the demon hadn't learned the official mortal language well enough to use demonic words, but with his quick wit he understood that the other man must have been complimenting him.

This rice cake is very good and knowledgeable and he intends to make it a Nanping Mountain First Officer when the job is done

Fairy Tramper thought this, and after a pause, in order to accomplish the great task, and to suppress the humiliation of being despised by her other self, she gritted her teeth and read to the wooden box

"It's so stupid to give away gold."

A golden light flashed and the Fairy Tramper in the kitchen disappeared.

He also went into the Heart's Desire box.

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