C166 Halberd City Was in a State of Confusion(2)

Outside the door, Ji Cheng looked gloomily at Zhu Hua, who wanted to laugh but was stifled until his face turned red. He retorted snappily, "You are very loyal and always stay by my side."

"Grand Marshal, it's best you put on your clothes. There are so many people watching." He raised his chin, and sure enough, the corridor downstairs was already filled with Bureaus soldiers.

Only then did he notice that his coat was still in the room. Just as he was about to turn around to get it, he quickly pulled it back. Because he left the Pei County military camp in a hurry, Ji Cheng was wearing armor on the road, so he bought this set of clothes on the spot.

The door suddenly opened, and an unknown object covered Ji Cheng's head from head to toe, followed by the sound of the door opening. Ji Cheng grabbed the coat covering his head a few times and said, "Did you see that? He personally sent it to me."

"He did send it to me personally." Zhu Hua deeply agreed.

"Humph!" Ji Cheng did not mind. He stood on the corridor and put on his clothes as he savored the aftertaste. It tasted really good...

The door opened again, and Fu Ting, wearing a bamboo hat, appeared again. "Let's go now." He took the lead and went downstairs.

"You..." When Erdong passed Ji Cheng, he wanted to scold him, but when he met Ji Cheng's gaze, he swallowed the whole sentence.

"What about me?" Ji Cheng stared at Erdong with a cold face. "Hurry up and serve your master." A servant actually wanted to order him around. If it wasn't for the fact that he was easily ordered around by the Pavilion Messenger, hmph!

A layer of cold sweat appeared on Second Winter's forehead for some reason. He only exhaled when he entered the carriage. He used his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead and said, "The one with the surname Ye has become so strange."

"What?" The head of the Fu Ting Pavilion. He was holding his bamboo hat. "What's so strange about it?"

"I used to think that he was a kind person, but now..." Second Winter could not find any words to describe him, so he could only honestly say, "I just got glared at by him..." He pointed at his own forehead. "Young Master, look, his head is covered in cold sweat."

Fu Tingzhi understood. "That's called Draconic Aura. He's someone who wants to be the emperor. Does the True Dragon Son of Heaven understand? " He passed the bamboo hat to Second Dong. "Ordinary people do not dare to look at him directly. You actually want to make things difficult for him like before."

Second Winter wanted to say something, but he saw a red mark on Fu Ting's neck. "Aiya -" He stretched out his hand and pulled his collar a few times. "Young Master's neck..." He pointed. "This dress cannot be covered."

He hurriedly found the bronze mirror to take a look. "What should we do..." If there was no accident that he was going to meet the Sage, his appearance would probably draw criticism.

"How about..." Second Winter lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked outside. "I'll go and buy some powder?" Although this place was occupied by Da Zheng, the door of the shop was still open. The lives of the people were no different. Yesterday, Second Dong and Zhu Hua asked the owner of the inn about it and found out that Ji Cheng's team was completely different from the Great Zheng Cavalry. After the army won, they did not enter the city and were stationed in the outskirts of the city. They only sent over a hundred cavalry into the city to guard the security, and they did not offend the civilians at all.

"There's no need for you to go." Fu Zhizhi threw down the mirror and shouted to stop the car. Then, he looked out the window and said, "Come here."

Ji Cheng knew he was calling him. He pulled the horse over and asked happily, "Do you want me to get in the car?"

Fu Ting pointed at his neck and said, "How can I see people if you ask me to?" He glared at him and said, "Go to the front and buy me a box of powder. Maybe it can cover it." Ji Cheng felt comfortable after being stared at by Fu Ting. Without saying anything else, he went to the shop in front of him.

After entering the shop, he was curiously sized up by the shop owner from inside out. "May I ask, sir, are you buying rouge for your wife?"

It was his wife, after all. Ji Cheng was immediately amused. "Get a good white powder. My wife wants to apply it on her face."

"Sir, are you just getting married?" The owner chuckled and said, "That's not called applying on her face. It's called pasta." As he spoke, he took out a few types of powder. "Look, they're all good quality."

Ji Cheng did not know what was good for him. "Put them all on." He took out a piece of silver from his money bag. "You are not allowed to cheat me. My wife's face is tender. She can't just wipe away any kind of powder."

The shop owner still had a smile on his face. "Of course." Another box of rouge and a charcoal pen appeared in his hand. "These are the goods that the young ladies like. That's why they're all here. The consorts in the palace also use this. "

Ji Cheng stuck out his little finger and dipped it into his nose to smell. "Smells good, it smells really good. Wrap them all up." When he came out of the shop, he carried a large bundle in his hand. He did not know what was inside. He did not ask for directions. He just raised his hand and gestured, and then there was another person beside him. "The Bureaus' motorcade has passed." After the report, they immediately disappeared.

After a while, he got on the horse and quickly got on the carriage. "Ting Zhi, the things have been bought. Can you let me get on the carriage?"

Fu Ting Zhi revealed half of his face and glanced at the bag in his hand. "Are all the powder in your hands?"

"You will understand after you have seen it." Ji Cheng squeezed his eyes. "Alright, Zhizhi. If you let me get on the carriage, I promise to treat Emperor Zhou well. I will not make things difficult for him in my lifetime, alright?"

Looking down at the huge burden, Fu Ting Zhi felt that there was a trap. He looked up and saw that Ji Cheng's face was filled with anticipation. He could not bear to see it. "Alright, get on the carriage." He put down the curtain. "Erdong, you go and help Brother Zhu drive the carriage."