Crossover Anime: Where Did My Male God Go?

Chapter 221 Gong Yuanzheng 8

Qing Yue: "..."

No, brother, that aloof bride is even more pretentious than her, so how did you notice her?

Thinking about the details for a second, I remembered that Yun Weishan had been coughing the whole time. When she stopped coughing, someone pulled her back, as if she was being forced to stop.

The brides scattered around her were either unconscious or slumped weakly on the ground.

She coughed a few times and thought that was enough. She figured that even if she choked, she wouldn't cough until she bled, so she calmed down and went off to watch the commotion.

I've choked on my food before, but once I cough, I don't cough anymore.

Even on the battlefield, they wear masks; I really don't know how they're going to keep coughing like this.

Because of the loose clothing, Qingyue secretly pinched her thigh but didn't feel any pain.

I almost forgot that she's rather oblivious to pain.

I pinched a small piece of meat with my fingernail and twisted it.

Tears welled up instantly.

"I... hiccup..."

Qingyue looked stunned by what had just happened, only snapping out of her daze when Gong Yuanzheng spoke to her.

She didn't want to hurt herself like that. She couldn't very well raise her hand and press the acupoints on her upper body in front of Gong Yuanzheng!

Gong Yuanzheng: "..."

Was he too nervous in the atmosphere just now?

Am I mistaken?

Gong Ziyu was already angry, but seeing the bride being frightened to tears by Gong Yuanzheng made her even angrier.

"What more do you want? They are all your brides-to-be, not your drug test slaves."

"Stop babbling!" Gong Yuanzheng roared irritably.

Gong Ziyu opened his mouth, his brother was still here, and Gong Yuanzheng dared to treat him like this.

He turned to look at Gong Huanyu and found that only Jin Fan was behind him; Gong Huanyu had already left.

Hey, where's his brother?!

Qingyue's hand was still gripping tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

What should I do after I cry?

Her little mouth twitched, and tears streamed down her face even more fiercely, one after another, the little pearls on her chin falling onto her clothes and the ground.

"Hiccup... I'm not... a spy."

When Gong Yuanzheng saw the woman crying, he became flustered.

"Don't cry all the time!"

"If you cry again, I won't give you the antidote. You look awful crying."

Her face looks rather unnatural when she cries; on anyone else, she would definitely look pitiful with tears streaming down her face.

But no matter how Gong Yuanzheng looked at it, something just didn't seem right.

The only way to describe her as ugly is based on that odd feeling she had, since she was definitely much uglier than when she wasn't crying...

Upon hearing this, all the brides looked at Qingyue with pity.

Qing Yue: "..."

Please find her a different opponent; this soft-looking boy who looks like a puppy is too toxic.

Let's have Gong Ziyu instead. He's brainless and will be easily fooled.

However, if it were actually Gong Ziyu, he wouldn't have noticed her feigned cough, and this incident wouldn't have happened.

Qingyue was afraid that if she pretended any longer, she would be exposed, so she secretly pressed an acupoint to weaken her body.

She tumbled head over heels into Gong Yuanzheng's arms.

"Eh...no!!"

Gong Yuanzheng quickly spread his hands; he hadn't done anything yet!

Qingyue leaned her head against his chest and slid down to the ground, preventing herself from falling. Sometimes fainting is easier than making an excuse.

In the blink of an eye, Gong Ziyu turned around and a bride was knocked unconscious by Gong Yuanzheng. That's too much!

"what have you done!?"

Gong Yuanzheng glared at him and spoke irritably.

"Are you blind?"

He clearly didn't do anything right!

Or rather, before they could do anything, the person collapsed, and they died unjustly.

Gong Ziyu wanted to continue arguing, but Jin Fan whispered a few words in his ear, which calmed him down. It turned out that Gong Yuanzheng really hadn't done anything; the bride had fainted on her own.

Gong Yuanzheng took off his gloves and took Qingyue's pulse.

This bride is in really bad health.

With that kind of physical condition, to think he could be selected is simply wishful thinking.

If the lowest level plaque at the palace gate hadn't been a wooden plaque, she probably wouldn't have even gotten a wooden plaque.

With a body like that, he actually suspected she was Wu Feng. Sure enough, he had gotten a little too close to Gong Ziyu earlier, and his brain had gone sluggish.

Now that she's been poisoned again, fearing it might be fatal, Gong Yuanzheng fed Qingyue a herbal extract pill, which was really too good for her.

Gong Yuanzheng looked around and saw no movement. He was in a bad mood because of this misunderstanding.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and take these brides away to give them their medicine!"

"Yes!"

The guards quickly helped the brides away, as they dared not anger the Palace Master for no reason, lest they incur additional poison.

The guard glanced cautiously at Gong Yuanzheng and then took Qing Yue away from his side.

Gong Yuanzheng didn't even glance at Gong Ziyu, nor did he need to greet her; he simply strode away.

...

Qingyue, dressed in white, sat by the window as if attending a funeral.

The palace gate's costumes are quite nice, but the color is really hard to describe. Even a little bit of color would have been better.

When the emperor selects candidates, they can dress however they want, as long as it's appropriate.

It's like a talent show here, they insist on doing everything the same way.

What, does it mean that other people's different clothes affect their aesthetic sense?

She wasn't picky about clothes, but there was one color she absolutely hated: white.

Once white cloth is used, it means that more soldiers have sacrificed for the country. After the war ends, a special day will be set aside to remember them.

There were too many people, and they couldn't take the bodies back with them, so they could only dig a huge pit on the spot, erect a monument, and that was it.

Thinking of those sad scenes, Qingyue's expression became very downcast.

Jiang Lili passed by Qing Yue's window and stopped when she saw Qing Yue's worried expression.

"Sister Song, are you unhappy?"

Qingyue sighed, "I'm just worried that my health won't allow me to be selected..."

Jiang Lili understood that Miss Song's health was really too poor; she had fainted from such a small matter yesterday.

It's clear that they weren't plotted against in the backyard; they're truly blessed.

"It's alright. If we're not chosen by the palace, they'll arrange other good marriages for us. That's fine too."

Jiang Lili comforted her.

"But...I came to the palace gate hoping to be selected, so that my illness can be cured!"

Qingyue showed no sign of being comforted.

"We've consulted with every doctor outside, and our last hope lies in the uterus."

Jiang Lili secretly scorned Song Si, thinking that she really thought too highly of herself and actually believed that she could be selected.

Don't you even look at the brides around you? Every single one of them is better off than you.

Miss Song is quite beautiful, but the brides here all have their own unique features. Moreover, physical fitness is a crucial factor, so no one would choose Miss Song, who is ranked last!

"Sister Song, don't keep looking worried, it will only make your health worse."

"I understand all of that." Qingyue gave Jiang Lili a forced smile.

Anyone can put on a show; let's see who can outdo whom.

"Want to go for a walk?" Jiang Lili invited.

"Okay!"

Qingyue got up from the window, stepped out of the room, and the two of them went from the second floor to the courtyard on the first floor.