Chapter 214 You're unwilling to give me a return gift?
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Fifteen minutes is a time that is not short, but it is not long either.
The next day, Lin Feiran stood on the rooftop and gazed at Ru Xian's residence for a quarter of an hour before leaving. He then accepted Danqing's invitation to come to his room and listen to him explain his plan to distribute the scriptures widely for another quarter of an hour.
She couldn't help but ask, "Is the Imperial Academy also willing to provide assistance?"
Danqing nodded, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I originally thought it was just a matter of ordinary business, but after hearing you mention 'The Great Sound is Silent' yesterday, I realized that this matter could not be accomplished by one person alone, so I reported to the Master and asked for his help."
Fellow Daoist Lin, please don't overthink it. We have absolutely no intention of encroaching upon your territory.
There are quite a few disciples like me at the Imperial Academy. We descend the mountain not to enter the world, but often travel between the two realms to earn money, all so that we can open bookstores and schools throughout the states.
This was also the grand vision of the Imperial Academy at its inception: to ensure that everyone in the world had access to learning and reading. Even if it couldn't teach any profound principles, providing enlightenment would already be a great merit.
It was precisely because I longed for this aspiration that I sincerely became a disciple.
He stood up and poured himself a cup of tea, his voice gentle: “Cultivation is not something that mortals are familiar with. After this book is widely circulated, there will still be people who will explain the Dao and answer the questions of the people. The Imperial Academy is full of schools, and I am willing to help in this endeavor.”
Lin Feiran pondered for a few moments and actually agreed with this.
All books, if they are to be widely disseminated, cannot do without universal teachings, let alone such a Dao of formations. If the Imperial Academy were to help after the "Great Sound is Silent" is spread, the benefits would outweigh the drawbacks, and she had no reason to refuse.
"In that case, thank you all." She stood up and bowed, looking at the kind face of the young man in front of her, and said, "Senior Brother Danqing, it must not have been easy for you to join a major sect as a demon."
The gap between humans and demons is constant. Although most sects preach education for all, not many can truly achieve it. Even for a major sect like the Imperial Academy, demons have to go through a lot of hard work to get in.
Danqing smiled and waved his hand: "It is indeed not easy, but everyone is different. Compared with one of my junior brothers, my little setbacks are nothing."
Lin Feiran subconsciously asked, "Which junior brother?"
Mentioning this, Danqing also became interested, her eyes showing reminiscence, but her expression was more about cherishing the memory.
"My junior brother is named Shen Qi. Fellow Daoist Lin may not have heard of him."
He was born with a weak pulse, almost no different from an ordinary person. When someone recommended him to enter the academy, he insisted on cultivating on his own until he was of a suitable aptitude before he would accept the three teas and six bows and call himself a disciple of the Imperial Academy.
The suffering involved is far less than what I experienced.
Unfortunately, not long ago when I returned to my parents' home, I heard from my master that he had gone down the mountain to travel more than a month ago, but encountered a disaster on the way and died..."
Lin Feiran's eyes flickered slightly. So this person was Shen Qi. His identity was "shady," and he had been summoned back to Luoyang City not long ago. Presumably, he used this as an excuse to escape...
But in doing so, he could never return to the Imperial Academy.
With the current changes in the human realm, it's unknown what his situation is.
"My junior brother died for the Dao, so I suppose he has no regrets."
Recalling his junior brother who died young, Danqing's gaze dimmed, and a little water welled up in his eyes. He wiped his eyes, said "please excuse my rudeness," and then stopped talking about it.
After calming his mind slightly, he took out a formation plate from his mustard seed bag, then formed a hand seal and made a mudra. Eighteen vow-shaped runes rose from it, merging together to form an eighteen-petaled lotus, radiant with brilliance.
The light reflected in Lin Feiran's eyes. She looked up and saw Danqing putting his vow into his heart and speaking earnestly.
For centuries, the Sage of Genqian toiled silently, solely for the sake of the people! The Imperial Academy will certainly do its utmost to assist in this benevolent act, widely distributing this scripture to the masses, and schools in all prefectures will also teach it, ensuring that the Sage's legacy is not in vain!
Golden-red runes rose up, swirling into a mountain-like mark, which was then deeply imprinted on Danqing's heart, radiating brilliance.
Lin Feiran stared blankly at the several light patterns, and after a moment she couldn't help but smile, a faint smile appearing in her eyes, which also lit up with the same faint light.
She handed the copied scriptures to Danqing, and then presented a palm-sized booklet, saying, "I have received guidance from the compiler and have gained some insights into the formations in the book. Some key points are recorded here. Why don't you pass it on?"
"Then thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Lin!"
The two exchanged a smile and said no more about it.
In the ups and downs of life, there are those who are passionate and those who retreat, and there are those who go against the tide. Advancing or retreating is a personal choice. Once you step out, there is no need to look back at others; just keep your head down and move forward.
If you happen to meet a fellow traveler on the way, even if you are not familiar with them, you should smile at each other, not ask about past acquaintances, and walk together with torches.
She was doing the deed of delivering the letter, and the Imperial Academy was also doing the deed. After such an exchange, there was no need for further thanks.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, I've heard Fei Fei mention before that you have a remarkable appetite. Now that we've finished our conversation, please stay and have a meal with us. Don't refuse!"
Danqing kept Lin Feiran behind. After finishing their business, the two talked about the cultivation method of "The Great Sound is Silent" and exchanged information about the recent strange events in the two realms. They chatted for a long time until it was time for dinner.
The restaurant staff brought in the dishes, set out the drinks and food, and then closed the door and left.
Lin Feiran got up to pour tea, glancing at Danqing halfway through, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "I heard Biqing say that Senior Brother Danqing's painting skills are exceptional?"
Danqing picked up the bamboo chopsticks, twirled his headscarf, and joked, "There are always mountains beyond mountains. I wouldn't dare call myself the best, but I'm considered one of the best in the Imperial Academy. Even in the demon realm, I'm unique. Fellow Daoist, you're not disappointed!"
Although it was said in jest, it was not at all serious. Yesterday, Biqing had secretly told her that Danqing's paintings were extremely rare in the demon realm and had a great reputation. One of his paintings, "Autumn Killing," was particularly admired by Rushan.
That's why she asked the question today.
Danqing paused, looked at Lin Feiran, and smiled, "Why did you suddenly bring this up? Do you want me to paint one for you?"
Before Lin Feiran could answer, he immediately agreed: "It is an honor that you think my paintings are worthy of your attention. Not to mention one, even ten or a hundred paintings would be no problem!"
Lin Feiran smiled and said, "Senior brother, you flatter me. I do want to ask you to paint, but I'll still go by the price, and I don't need that many. One painting will be enough."
Danqing rolled up his sleeves and rinsed his porcelain bowl: "What kind of painting does Fellow Daoist Lin want? Landscapes, flowers and birds, or beautiful scenery and beautiful women?"
"Neither," Lin Feiran replied. She added, "Regarding the painting, please wait for me for one day, senior brother. Tomorrow I will ask Biqing to bring you to Xingzhi Palace."
Danqing took a breath, then couldn't help but nod and say, "Alright! If you have this need, even if there is a Demon Lord in Xingzhi Palace, I dare to force my way in!"
After saying this, he looked at the table full of delicacies and couldn't help but feel that the room was a bit stuffy. So he walked to the window and opened it to let in some fresh air.
"Our teachers taught us that the etiquette of hosting a banquet should not be neglected. Feifei also said that you practice swordsmanship every day and work very hard, so I ordered quite a lot of meat..."
He was muttering to himself when he suddenly met a pair of large, blue eyes outside the window. He paused, looking at them with a puzzled expression.
Most of the students at the Imperial Academy are talkative, always spouting teachings and etiquette, just like Shen Qi. If they suddenly fall silent, something must have happened.
Lin Feiran was sitting at the table arranging the dishes when he suddenly stopped talking. She couldn't help but look up and ask, "Senior Brother Danqing, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, there's just a bird perched by the window..."
Lin Feiran understood: "It's January now. Although it's not too cold, quite a few long-tailed birds come to the Demon Capital to forage for food. Just give them some white rice."
Danqing responded, but couldn't help but scrutinize the blue-eyed silver sparrow.
He was originally a member of the Feathered Bird Clan and was familiar with birds, but he had never seen one that looked like this before.
"What a peculiar variety."
The bird met his gaze without fear, tilting its head back to stare at him intently. After a few moments, it squatted down and stood up like an ordinary silver bird, pacing around the windowsill as if looking for food.
But after walking for a while, it seemed to remember that silver sparrows could only hop, so it hopped a few more times, peered into the house through Danqing's body, and then pretended to chirp.
"Aww!"
Danqing: "..."
What the hell is that noise?
Hearing such an untimely voice, Lin Feiran paused, put down the book, and walked to the window, where he unexpectedly found himself staring at the blockhead.
She immediately leaned out to look around. People were still coming and going in the market as usual, but the most familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.
Why are you here?
Unfortunately, this blockhead can't talk; he just jumps around in place.
Danqing asked in confusion, "Could this be your pet...bird?"
"Yes." Lin Feiran chuckled, offering no further explanation, and simply nodded, leading the heavy goods into the room. "Since it has also been found, let's eat it together."
The stubborn fellow only loved to swallow gold, and when Danqing offered him some rice, it was like a fishbone stuck in his throat. He couldn't peck away even a single grain for a long time. The way he forced it down was quite tragic, like someone enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens.
Lin Feiran looked at it, his mind racing, and then smiled at Danqing, saying again, "Senior Brother Danqing, we don't need to wait until tomorrow for that matter. Please come to the palace to see me today at noon."
Danqing was a little confused, but still nodded in agreement: "Don't worry, I will definitely make the trip as you invited me!"
The dog took a bite, then looked up at the two of them, not revealing a single expression or word. Hearing this, it turned to look at Lin Feiran, met his bright eyes, and then blinked its beady eyes.
Little did they know, behind those large, green eyes was another pair of slightly narrowed emerald eyes.
Ru Xian lay leaning against the window, looking at Lin Feiran through the eyes of the man, her slender fingers tapping on the wooden frame, like a sudden rain, sometimes heavy and sometimes light.
...
With the matter of widely distributing the cultivation techniques finally showing signs of progress, Lin Feiran felt a weight lifted from his heart. Next, he needed to make proper preparations for his trip to Jinling Ferry.
As Lin Feiran walked back, he bypassed the pedestrians in the market, his eyes fixed on the heavy goods standing on his fingertips.
"Why are you staring at me?" she asked, genuinely puzzled. She nodded at the idiot's head, then pulled out half a piece of gold and brought it to her lips. "Don't you usually like to transform into a fox? How long have you been outside the window? Why did you suddenly come here?"
The bird let out two cries, lowered its head, and happily picked up the gold fragments. But before it could even put them in its mouth, it suddenly raised its head and looked at her as before. The bird's entire body, like its head and body, stared at her quietly with its eyes, while its body hopped around swallowing the gold.
Lin Feiran thought it was playing around, so he looked around at the people, quietly pressed its body down, and whispered, "Did Ru Xian send you? If you called once, then call twice."
She was very close, but mindful of being watched by others, she only showed half her face.
The dog suddenly quieted down, its big eyes fixed on her, and it stopped moving. Just as Lin Feiran looked at the passersby who were looking at her, it slowly stepped forward and nuzzled her cheek with its soft head.
"Stop acting cute." Lin Feiran turned her gaze back, tapped its head, took out another piece of gold, and somewhat awkwardly coaxed, "Quickly answer me, did he send you here? Is he angry with me?"
The creature chirped twice, flicked its tail, spread its short wings, patted her forehead, stared at her for a few moments, and then lowered its head to swallow the gold fragments.
I'm really angry.
Lin Feiran could finally be certain, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She put the large bag around her neck and said softly, "Then I won't send him my return gift for now."
The sentence came out of nowhere, but the creature reacted quite strongly. It perched on Lin Feiran's shoulder and pecked at her earlobe, but not hard, just causing a slight tickle, which Lin Feiran naturally didn't pay any attention to.
On her way back, she first left quickly, then leaped up and arrived at Ruxian's residence in a few bounds.
The courtyard was deserted, but the windows of the house were half-closed, and wisps of smoke carrying the fragrance of sparse plum blossoms drifted out. Only when he was there would he use such a strong fragrance of sparse plum blossoms.
Lin Feiran stepped onto the stairs, hesitated for only a moment before raising her hand to knock on the door, but she only knocked and there was no sound from inside. She did not push the door open and enter directly.
She continued knocking for half the time when she suddenly heard a rustling sound from the sycamore tree behind her. She turned around in confusion and saw half a face peeking out from between the slanting branches.
As if sitting on a branch, he looked down at her with a half-smile. His dangling legs were slightly pulled back, and the branch that had been pressed down immediately bounced back, hiding his face, leaving only a few curled sycamore leaves.
Lin Feiran looked up. She had already prepared her speech, but when she actually faced it, she couldn't help but stand up straight, brush off the fallen leaves, and then take down the blue-eyed silver bird nestled on her neck.
"The hot stuff has run to my place, I'm bringing it to you."
A moment of silence fell over the Leaf Village, followed by a barely audible laugh. If Lin Feiran hadn't had such good hearing, he probably wouldn't have heard it at all.
He said, "It's cold, get me a blanket."
Lin Feiran looked around: "...Me?"
With a rustling sound, the branch was trampled down again. Like a hailstone, it glanced at her very slowly and said in a cool voice, "There's no one around, so of course we're calling for the wandering souls here."
Lin Feiran wanted to laugh, but was afraid of making Ru Xian even angrier, so she pursed her lips and pushed open the door to get the piece of silk.
This is another residence of Ru Xian. The furnishings inside are mainly made of brown sandalwood, and you can smell a faint, mellow fragrance as soon as you enter. There are still carpets, but no treasures are scattered around. Instead, there are more books and paintings.
The inner room and the outer room are separated by two wide silk cloths, on which poems and prose are casually written, not in a coherent manner, as if they were written down as they came to mind.
The characters are vigorous and powerful, with sharp edges at the end, yet they are extremely free-flowing cursive script.
The walls are decorated with ink paintings, but they don't depict landscapes. Instead, they depict peacocks in blue-green or red-white, with long tail feathers. There are also many small birds about the size of a palm, which are also round and cute.
Lin Feiran looked closely and accidentally kicked the corner of the table, knocking out a pair of silver scissors. She picked up the scissors and looked at the silver silk on the table.
It was piled up, the silk surface reflecting a faint light, but there were runes written in cinnabar on the top. When she picked it up and unfolded it, she realized that it was not a piece of cloth, but a sewn robe, which was very thin.
Will this keep you warm?
Lin Feiran leaped into the tree, startled by her, causing the paulownia leaves to fall like rain. She glanced up, brushed the leaves off her robe, and slowly looked at her.
Lin Feiran didn't get too close. She handed over the silver silk and asked, "Isn't this a bit too thin?"
Ru Xian did not answer. He raised his hand, but instead of taking the robe, he grasped her wrist and then, with a flick of his fingertips, slowly wiped away the ink stains on the base of her palm.
"You seem to be in a good mood today, enjoying looking at paintings?" Lin Feiran looked at him with a questioning gaze, but he had already withdrawn his hand, wiping the ink marks from his fingertips. "How are the ones in my room?"
Seeing her looking around in the room, Lin Feiran nodded: "It's very well drawn."
Ru Xian then showed a hint of satisfaction, looked away, took the silver silk cloth from her hand, and heard Lin Feiran say, "But I was indeed quite happy today."
Ru Shan raised her eyebrows: "What's so exciting?"
Lin Feiran put it bluntly: "You sent that idiot to find me."
Although Hanghuo had previously denied it, given its relationship with Ruxian, it would not have gone out alone without his permission.
Whether he nodded willingly or unwillingly, he did so to express his meaning.
Lin Feiran stepped forward slightly: "I've come to apologize to you. I shouldn't have cut off the Heart Sound before... I didn't want to argue with someone I knew well, let alone you, so I cut off the Heart Sound."
The branch, which wasn't particularly thick, seemed unable to support the weight of the two of them; as soon as she moved, they swayed slightly up and down.
Ru Xian watched her quietly. No matter when, he always liked Lin Feiran's quiet and focused gaze.
She is not easily distracted; once she looks at something, she can focus on it completely.
He raised his hand to touch her eyes, his lips curving slightly, and then draped the silver silk cloth over her head to block her vision.
In the darkness, Lin Feiran heard him speak softly: "I wasn't angry, it's just that my tone was bad at the time, and I was worried that I would scare you and make you unhappy."
"Even if you're angry, I'll still like you." She immediately pulled down her robe, looked at him for a moment, and then raised her right hand. "Let's make up with a high five!"
Ru Xian wanted to say something, but then she thought that she was only nineteen, the perfect age to do this, so she raised her hand and clasped it together with hers.
"Next time, if you feel I'm angry, come find me in fifteen minutes."
"Why?"
"I'll wait for you for only fifteen minutes."
Lin Feiran wanted to say something more, but Ru Xian raised her eyebrows as usual, her expression unchanged, and raised her chin to touch the clothes on her arm.
"Give it a try."
Lin Feiran asked in surprise, "This robe is for me?"
"This is an inner garment." Ru Xian picked out the two ties at the side waist. "It's a dress for women, is it for me?"
His gaze was calm as he draped the silver silk back over his shoulder: "The reason for our argument is simply that I am uneasy. With this robe, I will draw the magic runes on it for you later, and then I can go to the Northern Plains in peace."
Lin Feiran looked down and examined the silver silk brocade. Then, thinking of the silver scissors, a surprising thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
Is this made of hailstones?
She stared wide-eyed at him, but he stood up and, before anyone could see his expression, leaped down from the branch, leaving Lin Feiran alone, swaying erratically.
"Come down and come inside." He looked up and spoke, then pushed open the door and entered.
Although she was asked to try it on, the size was perfect. Lin Feiran stared at it for a moment before taking the inner shirt back and entering the house one after the other.
On the desk in the inner room, he put the silver scissors aside, turned around and took out a wooden box from the cabinet. Inside the box was an old writing brush made of feathers and hair, which was dark green, and next to it was a box of golden-red cinnabar.
This is what it means to draw magic runes on her.
Ru Xian placed the things on the desk, looked up at her and said, "Come and sit down."
Lin Feiran did as instructed, "Where should this be drawn?"
Ru Xian took out a brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and then covered his eyes with a long piece of silk, saying, "Paint it on your back."
Lin Feiran paused, then immediately turned to look, but her eyes, like snowflakes, were already covered, making it impossible to see clearly. He simply held his pen behind him, waiting for her to approach.
Lin Feiran asked, "The runes on that robe were drawn by you, and the quality is already quite good. Why did you draw another one?"
“It’s different.” He paused slightly, then said slowly, “If the robe is destroyed, the runes will lose their effect, but it’s different if they are drawn on the body.”
Lin Feiran was puzzled. Although she had heard about integrating magic runes into one's own body, that meant merging the body into the runes. If it was just a simple drawing, the effect would be no different from a magic robe.
But since the two had already high-fived, it would be inappropriate to keep asking questions now.
Ultimately, this was all to put his mind at ease. Let him do as he pleases; perhaps he knows of other methods.
Lin Feiran leaned closer to observe for a moment, then breathed on her lips. He turned his head slightly, but unconsciously moved closer to her lips: "I can't see."
She sat back down, embarrassed, turned her back to him, and pulled her robe down to her arms: "Is it easier to write like this?"
"It's okay if you can't see it, but it will take a long time, so please be patient."
Ru Xian raised her hand and placed it on her shoulder, pressing down slightly. After a moment, Lin Feiran saw specks of spiritual light appear in the room, jumping around. Just as she was looking around in surprise, she suddenly felt a damp coolness on her back, as if water had been branded onto her spine, sending out a chilling sensation.
It's a strange feeling.
Lin Feiran was now certain that what he was drawing was not an ordinary magic pattern, and that he was drawing it very slowly, taking almost a quarter of an hour to finally draw a single horizontal line.
...It seems that it will indeed take a long time.
After an unknown amount of time, the three strokes were finally completed. Lin Feiran was already feeling drowsy, and with a soft breath, he said, "If you feel sleepy, you can rest. I will continue drawing the magic runes."
Lin Feiran was somewhat surprised. Counting the hours, it had only been a little over half an hour. From the moment she made her first stroke, she felt an indescribable weariness, as if she were being soaked in a warm spring, which was slowly consuming her energy.
She yawned and said, "It's so easy to get sleepy when I'm with you."
“This is a good thing.” He continued writing. “If I get tired, I can lie down and rest.”
Lin Feiran slumped onto the table, not forgetting to ask before falling asleep, "Are you really not angry with me?"
"I won't be angry with you."
How could he be angry with her? Even today, when he went to see that painter and the two talked in the room for half a day, he was still not angry.
She ultimately preferred his paintings.
Lin Feiran was already used to this form of address, so she half-opened her eyes and mumbled a reply, "What's wrong?"
He whispered, "Where's my return gift? Wasn't it supposed to be for me?"
Lin Feiran hadn't said it, but she had just told Hanhuo that his gift was already prepared, but she wouldn't give it to him for the time being.
Now that the two have no more grudges, they cannot wait any longer.
The power of those three strokes was not to be underestimated. Lin Feiran almost felt like he was floating in a sea of dreams. He heard someone whispering in his ear, but the tone was unyielding, almost questioning.
Lin Feiran said absentmindedly, "Not now."
The voice drew closer: "Why not? We already high-fived. I'm not angry with you. Or are you just unwilling to give it to me?"
"Wait a little longer."
Lin Feiran's words were somewhat vague, but they could still be understood if you listened carefully.
“These are things he really likes when he's happy. I don't want him to receive them when he's angry.”
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her lips parted slightly, and after a moment she spoke: "Why?"
Lin Feiran had already closed his eyes, but he leaned over like a hailstone, gently enveloping her. He then touched a certain acupoint on the side of her neck with one finger, and she immediately opened her eyes halfway, regaining some clarity.
"Why?" he pressed.
Lin Feiran paused for a moment, then realized what he was asking.
"because……
Because every item carries memories, and he already has many precious gems that remind him of unpleasant past events when he sees them, I don't want what I give him to be like that.
I hope that every time he sees something I give him, he will remember the happiness of that time.
Wait a little longer..."
Lin Feiran fell asleep again, but Ru Xian sat quietly for a long time until a breeze blew in the courtyard and pushed open the tightly closed window. Only then did he come back to his senses and let out a sigh.
"Now, I am very happy."
For Lin Feiran, every quarter of an hour was worthwhile, which is why he was willing to wait.
“I was confused before, and I even argued with you about the matter of removing the curse. There was clearly a more reassuring way.”
He stroked the long scar on Lin Feiran's back, his fingertips half-swallowed of blood.
"With this, what difference does it make whether the curse is lifted or not?"
He originally thought that it might take some time to find the secret realm and that the surge of spiritual energy could be temporarily suppressed, but his symptoms worsened. His friend also received the news by chance, so he had no choice but to set off.
"I will be back as soon as possible."
He focused intently on his writing, and slow, deliberate strokes continued to appear on Lin Fei's back.
But if she could see it now, she would find that the exquisite brush had not actually fallen at all, and because so much time had passed, the golden-red cinnabar on the tip of the brush had long since solidified, only shimmering with tiny sparkles.
...
The sky is devoid of the sun, and at dusk, it only darkens into a patch of gray, revealing a faint gray hue.
Biqing and Xuanzhen walked through Xingzhi Palace, followed by Danqing, who was entering for the first time. He found everything fascinating, especially the rare spiritual herbs, which he would always go up to examine before reluctantly leaving.
Entrusted by Lin Feiran, the two brought Danqing in on time, and turned around to say, "How was it? Xingzhi Palace is not a place that ordinary people can enter!"
Danqing nodded repeatedly: "Is it really as extravagant as the rumors suggest? Are those madder plants just left by the roadside like that?"
Xuanzhen glanced at it and nodded: "Those were all brought back by the Venerable One. He goes out to search for treasure when he is troubled or bored, which is also a kind of fun."
They took Danqing to Lin Feiran's courtyard, only to find it empty. The three of them asked a passing ginseng boy, who then told them where Lin Feiran was.
"She's with the Demon Lord?" Danqing's eyes widened. "Does that mean I'm going to see him? Don't I need a formal invitation or a formal announcement?"
“Yes.” Xuan Zhen paused for a moment. Usually, Xun Feifei would handle such matters, but now that he was not here, they had to take care of it on his behalf.
Biqing waved her hand and said, "Lin Feiran must have her reasons for wanting you to come to the palace. Just wait at the gate and we'll call her out."
Danqing nodded: "Thank you both."
Biqing and Xuanzhen stopped in front of the door. She waved her hand and said, "No need to trouble yourself, no need to trouble yourself, just wait here."
Xuanzhen pushed open the courtyard gate and entered with Biqing. The two straightened their robes before stepping forward.
The two of them suddenly stopped speaking.
Under the eaves of the corridor, Ru Xue sat leaning against the pillar, her robes spread out, holding a few gold ingots in her hand to feed the hamster. She seemed to be having a good time, leaping up to pick up the gold, but landing silently.
On his lap, a person was fast asleep, head bowed, in a proper posture, as if he had been asleep for a long time.
...With such long arms and legs, even if their faces were not clearly visible, the two of them could almost recognize them at a glance.
That's Lin Feiran.
They both gasped almost simultaneously.
Author's Note: Lin Feiran, who is currently dreaming: How did the silly things in my dream turn into hailstones...?
The next chapter will be about Jinling Ferry!
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