PFC Chapter 667 Book 1 Dream 8
Chapter 667 Book 1 Dream 8
"I don't want to follow the original storyline. If anything unexpected happens, please help me."
"Hmm," she replied perfunctorily.
Considering the forced actions in the plot, if things get difficult, she'll probably knock the person unconscious immediately.
Once she passes the first hurdle, she won't need to personally participate in the rest of the story.
*
Consort Gao held a banquet in the Imperial Garden, inviting young men and women from various families to attend.
Nan Heng had long been eyeing Song Yimeng, the eldest daughter of the Song family, but unfortunately, he was too late. By the time he sent someone to invite her, she had already gone out for a trip.
The male lead's residence (When watching the drama, I was a little embarrassed by the straightforward name of the residence.)
Fu Gui rushed into the hall from outside, shouting, "Your Highness, Your Highness!"
Hearing the noise, Nan Heng didn't put down the memorial in his hand, but lowered his head and asked, "How's the investigation going on the matter I asked you to inquire about?"
“The men I sent out have all returned, but… but…” Fu Gui hesitated more and more as he spoke.
"Just say it."
"Okay, we didn't find anyone."
Nan Heng then raised his head, his expression authoritative without being angry: "The Song family woman is just an ordinary daughter of a powerful family. You're telling me you can't find any trace of her?"
Fu Gui was also puzzled: "Your Highness, I also find it strange, but our people have searched everywhere they can, and we haven't found out a single thing."
Nan Heng frowned in thought for a while before speaking: "Forget it, it's too late this time."
"Yes, should we continue looking?"
"I want to see if it's just a coincidence or if someone planned this all along."
It's no wonder he's a conspiracy theorist; if he hadn't been more cautious, he wouldn't be alive today.
"Yes, Your Highness."
*
Song Yimeng paced back and forth anxiously, her movements so jarring that they hurt other people's eyes.
"Song Xiaoyu, can you sit down?" Huang Chengzhu's gaze was not friendly.
She was holding a storybook, but as she walked around in front of me, I couldn't concentrate on reading it at all.
Seeing that her expression was not good, Song Yimeng chuckled and sat down: "I'm worried. According to the timeline, it's almost time for the plot point. Will the plot be able to change later?"
Huang Chengzhu simply put down the storybook. She really wanted to go back to her room and lie down. Oh well, she'd wait a little longer.
Once the mission is accomplished, she can do whatever she wants.
Just as they were about to say something, they heard a series of crackling sounds.
Song Yimeng listened intently: "What's that sound? Did you hear it? It sounds like someone is typing on a keyboard... Ahhh!!!"
She had barely finished speaking and before she could react, her body was thrown forward uncontrollably, as if someone was manipulating her to leave.
"What's wrong with me? Help me, Little Old Huang, Little Old Huang."
"I heard you." Huang Chengzhu stood up, grabbed her arm, and resisted the force.
After being pulled by her, Song Yimeng's expression brightened, and she felt as if she could move again.
The keyboard clicks paused briefly before resuming. Before she could completely lose control, she quickly grabbed Huang Chengzhu's waist and held on tightly.
Huang Chengzhu felt that the force at the beginning was quite strong, but gradually, it seemed to shrink back as if it had encountered its nemesis.
That must be what makes her body special.
Song Yimeng shifted her body slightly, tentatively releasing her hands that were tightly gripping her waist: "Am I alright now?"
"Let go of me first." Huang Chengzhu pried her hands off.
If it weren't for changing the plot, she really had the urge to throw the person out; her waist was about to break from being strangled.
Song Yimeng let go of his hand: "I'm really fine now. Has the plot changed?"
"It seems like we should wait and see how things go after today."
Huang Chengzhu left to have the food served; it was lunchtime and she wanted to eat.
For the mission, she got up earlier than usual today, and now only good food and wine can soothe her tired mood.
*
Meanwhile, Nan Heng, the seventh prince of the male protagonist's mansion, sat in a chair deep in thought with an inscrutable expression.
He had just been sitting at his desk reading memorials when he suddenly heard a strange sound.
Then, his body was manipulated as if by a human, and he walked out uncontrollably.
He resisted with all his might, but to no avail. After walking for a while, the power suddenly disappeared, but quickly returned.
It was as if something was resisting it.
This fantastical feeling first made him suspect that it was a conspiracy by someone with ulterior motives, who might be trying to control him using some method.
Nan Heng went through his enemies in his mind and suddenly realized that there were many people who disliked him.
But I can't think of anyone who would scheme against him like this.
Could it be Nan Rui? But he doesn't seem to have the brains for that.
Nanrui: Are you being polite?
Chu Guihong? He's still in jail, and his own people are watching him, so he probably doesn't have that ability for the time being.
After thinking it over, he suddenly thought of Huang Chengzhu from Canjiangyue. Her martial arts skills were actually quite intimidating.
But she never did anything bad in Canjiangyue, nor did she seem interested in anything.
Originally, he didn't completely believe the fantastical things Shangguan He said.
But now, I may need to see this Miss Cheng again.
Nan Heng understood, picked up a pen and began writing a letter. After finishing, he looked up and called out, "Fu Gui, come in."
"Your Highness, what is it?" Fugui strode in upon hearing his voice.
Nan Heng handed him the letter: "Send this to Canjiangyue and deliver it to Shangguan He as soon as possible."
He knew that the girl Cheng spent her time at Canjiangyue either eating and drinking, having fun, or going out to buy various things.
But she doesn't stay home all the time; whenever she goes out, no one can keep up with her.
To avoid leaving empty-handed, he decided to send a message to Shangguan Hexian first.
"Yes, I'll have someone send it over immediately by fast horse."
*
Song Yimeng held a letter in her hand and sighed, "My father wrote to me, asking me to go back. Even though I have an identity and family after transmigrating, I'm still not very free."
"Alright, I'm leaving too. It's good that you're going home. The next plot point is on the Lantern Festival, which is still a long way off," Huang Chengzhu said.
"Okay, okay, I'll go pack my things. Do you want to keep this house?"
"No need. The environment here is so-so, and it's quite far to get into the city. Where I'm staying, there's plenty of food, drink, and entertainment."
Song Yimeng became interested after hearing this: "I'm in a good mood now that I'm free from the plot. Can you take me to play next time?"
"can."
The next day, Song Yimeng returned to the Song residence, and Huang Chengzhu also returned to Canjiangyue Residence.
The scenery here is beautiful, and there are all sorts of entertainment options to enjoy. Oh, and there are handsome men too.
Huang Chengzhu leaned against the railing outside the door, drinking and watching the people coming this way.
Shangguan He must have come to find her as soon as he received news of her return.
However, from a distance, this person seemed a little different than usual today.