Chapter 5: The smell of folded blankets made me want to die immediately because of how delicious it was...
Shi Wenzhe was bewitched and began to stare blankly again.
Qin asked Xue, "Hmm?"
"Hoo—" Shi Wenzhe sighed deeply, feeling that she was a weak-willed lecher. She quickly replied, "No, sir. I know you are a good person. Besides, you are exceptionally handsome, with a body like a jade tree and eyes like bright stars. You are a gentleman, gentle and refined, like jade that has been cut and polished... Ugh, ptooey, ptooey."
"Hehe, sorry, my brain couldn't keep up with my mouth, I couldn't help but recite it. Anyway, someone as good-looking as you definitely won't hold it against me." Shi Wenzhe smiled awkwardly, realizing that his description was inaccurate. This person didn't have the gentle and refined appearance of a gentleman. He should be someone as austere as a winter plum blossom, someone who has been immersed in frost and snow for thousands of years, someone with sharp eyes and a beauty that surpasses even the snow.
Anyway, it looks really good.
Shi Wenzhe lay on the ground, thinking, "The world of immortals and heroes is indeed extraordinary; even the beauties are exceptional."
Qin Wenxue asked softly, "Do you know me?"
Shi Wenzhe certainly didn't recognize him, but she recognized the glass tassel—it was the one who saved her during the day. However, the wolf demon said he was the Right Protector, so she should be considered to know him too.
She chuckled and said with absolute certainty, "Yes, yes, you are the Right Protector."
Qin Wenxue countered, "Really? You seem quite happy."
The tense atmosphere in the air had dissipated. Seeing that the other party did not refute her identity, Shi Wenzhe's back relaxed, and she nodded foolishly: "You saved me today, you must be a good person."
A soft laugh came from the darkness.
"What's your name?" Qin Wenxue suddenly asked.
Shi Wenzhe glanced at the other person and carefully answered, "My name is Shi Wenzhe." After saying that, she hesitated for a moment and then asked shyly, "What's your name?"
"Asking about the snow while wearing a quilt."
I often hear Zhe Xin Ma Ma, and I think even the other person's name sounds incredibly nice.
She felt that she and Qin Wenxue were truly destined to meet, to encounter each other twice in one day. Moreover, his arrival was perfectly timed; given his character, he should grant her small request, right? Shi Wenzhe rolled his eyes and asked, "Right Protector, do you know magic? Can you start a fire?" She pointed to the dough on the cutting board: "I want to make sugar-coated fried dough."
Qin Wenxue did not immediately agree; he seemed to be thinking about something, which made Shi Wenzhe somewhat nervous.
Do you know whose palace this is?
Shi Wenzhe asked curiously, "I don't know, do you?"
Qin asked Xue, "You didn't know you were just sneaking into the kitchen to steal? Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"
“I’ve come all this way and haven’t seen anyone. Besides, this place doesn’t look like it’s inhabited at all.”
Shi Wenzhe looked around the bare kitchen calmly and said, "There's nothing of value here, and apart from that jar of maltose, there's no other food. Even if we're discovered, we won't die."
Qin Wenxue glanced at the dough.
Shi Wenzhe received the signal and quickly denied it: "That flour doesn't count! It's all yellowed, it must have been thrown away by someone else, so it's what I picked up."
"So you're that bold? Aren't you afraid I'll tell the Lord?"
Shi Wenzhe was somewhat confused, wondering who the Venerable One was.
Perhaps her ignorance was too obvious, because Qin Wenxue seemed to have seen something amusing. He slowed his voice and said in an extremely gentle tone, "This is Qiyun Palace." He asked, "Do you know who lives in Qiyun Palace?"
Shi Wenzhe seemed a little nervous, so she softened her voice and asked, "Who is it?"
"It is the Demon Lord."
Shi Wenzhe felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She instinctively stammered, "Ah...that...that..."
"Then... what's wrong?" Shi Wenzhe immediately realized, the Demon Lord... she didn't know him. Shi Wenzhe smiled awkwardly, looking at Qin Wenxue with an innocent expression: "Then... you won't tell His Majesty, will you?"
Qin Wenxue: "..."
He stood up, feeling rather bored, not as enchanting as the beautiful moonlight outside. Just as he was about to leave, his sleeve was grabbed by a reckless person behind him.
Qin Wenxue turned around and saw Shi Wenzhe grinning foolishly at her. His wide sleeves had fallen onto her shoulders, and the silver embroidery on his clothes reflected in his eyes, shimmering with a subtle light. In the midst of their tug-of-war and entanglement, there was an indescribable ambiguity.
Shi Wenzhe was used to being shameless, but she still rehearsed her words for a long time before finally speaking: "My lord, please don't leave. Please, have mercy on me. You're so capable and kind; you definitely won't let me starve to death here." Shi Wenzhe raised her hands pleadingly, looking at the man pitifully: "You'll definitely find a way to start a fire." She pointed to the dough and said with utmost sincerity, "The sugar-coated fried dough I made is really delicious. My lord, don't you really want to try some?"
"Please, please." Shi Wenzhe started tugging at Qin Wenxue's hem and shaking it again, looking like he was determined not to give up.
Qin Wenxue said coldly, "Let go, or I'll kill you."
Shi Wenzhe shuddered, thinking that this person's temper was really unpredictable. One second he was fine, and the next he was ferocious. She was so scared that she had already put her hand down, but then she thought, "If he wanted to kill me, I would have died long ago." So, she acted like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water and pounced on Qin Wenxue, intending to coax her to stay in a nice voice.
But plans don't always go as expected. Her body slid down in mid-air, almost landing on Qin Wenxue and falling into her arms. Qin Wenxue shifted to the side, and Shi Wenzhe ended up face-to-face with the ground in a hug.
"..." Shi Wenzhe rubbed her sore nose and stared at the other person resentfully, muttering under her breath, "What a cold and heartless man. No matter how handsome you are, I will not forgive you at this moment." She clenched her fist and muttered to herself, "Damn it, humph."
Qin Wenxue stood with her back to the moonlight, the wind blowing her sleeves and skirt. Occasionally, when she looked up, she could only see the tassels swaying.
"Is this enough?" Qin Wenxue opened his palm, on which a cluster of blue flames burned, suspended in the air.
Shi Wenzhe, still half-asleep, answered without even looking, "Enough, enough."
"Don't you even look at what it is?"
Shi Wenzhe then looked away from the flames. She exclaimed, "What is this?" and stretched out her finger to test its temperature, but was burned and cried out.
Qin Wenxue moved a little further away and replied, "This is the Vermilion Bird's Fire Seed."
"That sounds impressive, but why is she blue?"
Qin Wenxue asked, "Then what color do you think she should be?"
Shi Wenzhe replied, "Red, isn't fire always red? And the Vermilion Bird is also red."
"It used to be... definitely red." The embers seemed to possess a spirit and floated into the earthen stove on their own. Shi Wenzhe only saw Qin Wenxue light a candle somewhere in the kitchen, and the candlelight flickered, illuminating the entire room.
In the moment of light, she finally saw the person in front of her clearly. He was indeed like a clear moon and bright snow. But why was he dressed in black? Shi Wenzhe thought, "Black clothes are so somber. They make people feel depressed. He doesn't look very happy."
Shi Wenzhe stared unabashedly at Qin Wenxue, who turned her head away to avoid his intense gaze.
He asked, "Is there anything else you need?"
Shi Wenzhe reacted slowly: "Huh?...Oh. Ah!"
"If you don't say anything, I'm leaving."
"Don't go, don't go!" Shi Wen snapped back to reality and said, "I still need rapeseed oil."
Shi Wenzhe frowned as she looked at Qin Wenxue, and asked with a puzzled look, "Is this troubling you?"
The quilt asked the snow, but it did not answer.
Shi Wenzhe suddenly had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed in surprise, "You don't know what rapeseed oil is?!"
Qin Wenxue did not deny it.
Shi Wenzhe: "..." She didn't dare to speak loudly, only muttering to herself like a chattering little hamster, utterly shocked: "Are all beauties so otherworldly...?"
She coughed and changed her question: "Does Qiyun Palace have oil? The Demon Lord must eat too, right? If the Demon Lord doesn't eat, the other demons will, right? There must be some." She held up her hand to show: "Just a little bit will do, Qin Wenxue!" Her eyes shone brightly with expectation: "Please, please."
Like a spoiled little kitten.
Qin Wenxue avoided that gaze, his eyes flickering: "Maybe." He wasn't very certain.
Shi Wen asked, "What do you mean by 'maybe'?"
Qin asked Xue, "Those who cultivate themselves have already abstained from grains."
"Aha." Shi Wenzhe finally solved the case; no wonder there was nothing here. She felt a little frustrated. All she wanted was to eat sugar-coated fried dough sticks; why had she been thwarted time and time again?
"Then what should I do?" she asked. "You have the Vermilion Bird Flame to start a fire, but do you have Black Tortoise Oil or something that I can use to fry some sugar-coated pancakes..." She added, "I'll return it to you when I'm done using it."
Qin Wenxue shook her head.
"Alright," Shi Wenzhe sighed, "I was hoping you could try the sugar-coated fried dough too. You probably haven't had it before, sir. It's a delicacy from the mortal realm." She smacked her lips, looking quite greedy. "Mine was really delicious." Shi Wenzhe looked dejected. "So delicious I wish I could just die right now..."
She really wants to die right now.
Qin Wenxue: "..."
Qin Wenxue turned and left. Shi Wenzhe's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. She punched Qin Wenxue in the back and watched as the person's head fell off without looking back.
I often heard him looking dejected, sitting on the ground contemplating life.
The night wind was a bit chilly, making the lanterns in the covered walkway sway and the bamboo groves on both sides rustle. The candlelight in the lanterns flickered, illuminating the narrow path beneath their feet. Ming Shu strode along the walkway, chasing after a woman ahead.
The woman was dressed in a blue, fitted outfit. A double-layered, openwork white cloud necklace made of pearls, agate, and kingfisher feathers peeked out from her neck. Her ponytail was tied high, and a delicate silver flower adorned her forehead, swaying in the candlelight of the corridor. Her slender eyebrows were arched, and her eyes were sharp. She held a long sword in her hand, its scabbard an old, dark black that looked worn and had been used for a long time. She looked exceptionally heroic and dashing.
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