Zhao Rong slapped his forehead hard.
The ladies in the family always make things difficult for him.
And it's a serial activity.
But after complaining speechlessly, Zhao Rong certainly would not really go back to enforce the family rules on Xiao Qian'er, as he still had to go south.
But before that…
Thinking of Xiaoxiao running around all over the mountains last night and her sadness when she saw the tomb, Zhao Rong's mouth twitched and he felt very distressed.
He took a deep breath, took a step forward and said:
"Her name is Su Xiaoxiao, she is... my little wife. Where is she now?"
"Oh, is she also the young master's wife? Don't worry, this little girl didn't run far away. After I pretended to leave the young master's fake tomb, she secretly came back sneezing and crying, and continued to howl while holding the tombstone..."
“…”
A moment of silence.
"Thank you! Thank you very much!" Zhao Rong thanked him profusely, ignored the protest of a sword spirit in his heart, turned around and ran away.
The chubby little girl who stayed where she was looked back at his disappearing figure in the direction of Jiyue Mountain.
After a while, she blinked and muttered something.
"How come even his back is so handsome..."
…
Zhao Rong didn't know that he had become the most talked-about handsome man among the girls in the music hall overnight.
At this moment, he ran towards the Jiyue Mountain regardless of everything.
On the way.
Gui Yanshen said: "Zhao Rong, don't forget what you were going to do before."
"I know, but Xiaoxiao is here, and I have to go see her. I'll talk about it after I coax her and send her back to Duyou City safely. Anyway, there's no rush to travel south to cultivate myself. Wait a minute, I'm not in a hurry, so why should you be in a hurry?"
“…”
The sword spirit felt that Zhao Rong’s explanation sounded familiar.
It is said that half a year ago, someone in the Great Chu Dynasty found the jade in front of his mother's tomb, and he seemed to have said the same thing to it on the way to Longquan Ferry.
What's the result?
The reasons of scumbags are always surprisingly similar.
It's back to normal.
"Alright." It sighed, "I'll trust you again, but you must never forget what you promised..."
Zhao Rong frowned, "I don't know what you are worried about?"
Haha, man, this sentence is also familiar to me.
The sword spirit had a blank expression on his face and didn't really want to talk.
After a cup of tea.
Zhao Rong hurried to the halfway point of Jiyue Mountain and soon found the forest with his sharp eyes.
In his field of vision, there was a faint pink figure next to a small mound in the woods in the distance.
Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and ran towards the woods.
Next to the mound in the woods, the pink figure holding the tombstone seemed to have noticed the approaching person and was also preparing to run.
Zhao Rong quickly shouted:
"Xiao Xiao, it's me, Zhao Lang!"
The pink little figure paused, but in the next second, she jumped up, and without even having time to loosen her hands, she pulled up the tombstone with the roots and soil.
The little fox demon held her husband's tombstone in her little arms and ran away.
"Ha Qiu——!" She sneezed as she ran.
Zhao Rong: “…”
You are afraid of ghosts... Hey, it seems that this timid yet brave stupid girl is really afraid of ghosts.
"No, wait a minute, I'm not a ghost! I'm the living Zhao Lang, I'm not dead!" He figured out the reason and shouted hurriedly.
The timid little fox demon's pace gradually slowed down, he looked back at the person who came, then stopped and walked back tentatively. Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward to open his arms. However, the next second, after seeing his face clearly, the little fox demon jumped three feet high while holding the tombstone, turned around and ran away without looking back.
Zhao Rong: “…”
He was speechless, and quickly chased after her, shouting, "Hey, stupid Xiaoxiao, why are you running?"
Su Xiaoxiao, who ran away, said with certainty: "My Zhao Lang is not so handsome, who are you? Why are you pretending to be Zhao Lang? Woohoo, don't come over here!"
Zhao Rong: “……???”
Even Gui, who was watching the show with a cold face, couldn't help but laugh. She nodded and said something fair for the little fox demon who disliked her, "It's well-founded and cannot be refuted."
Zhao Rong had a blank expression on his face.
"Ha Qiu——!"
At this time, Su Xiaoxiao in front couldn't help sneezing again, and then tried hard to suck her nose.
Looking at the thinly dressed figure of the stupid little girl running away holding the tombstone in her arms in front of me, I remembered her hoarse and choked voice from crying just now.
Zhao Rong had some difficulty breathing. He opened his mouth and breathed in the oncoming autumn wind. It was like drinking a glass of ice water in the cold winter, and the cold knife went all the way from his throat to his stomach.
His heart felt like it was being grabbed tightly by a huge hand.
Zhao Rong suddenly fell silent and silently chased the stubborn Su Xiaoxiao for a while.
Then, suddenly, there was a solution.
He suddenly stopped, lowered his head and said loudly, "Alright, I won't chase you anymore. Run away, stupid Xiaoxiao, and forget about the sachet."
The man pretended to speak casually, took out the small sachet, tossed it in his hand, turned around and tried to leave, but of course he turned very slowly...
The little fox demon who was running happily in front was stunned.
Sachet. Um, her sachet?
She turned her head and saw that it was true!
Su Xiaoxiao hesitated and stopped, then hid behind the big tree in front of her that she almost hit, and stuck her head out to look at the man who had been chasing her relentlessly.
He looks like Zhao Lang, but he is much more handsome, so handsome that Su Xiaoxiao thinks he is a bad guy who took the opportunity to pretend to be handsome to deceive him.
Well, she doesn't want such a handsome Confucian scholar. She only wants her Zhao Lang. If he passes away, she will guard his grave and stay with him all her life. She won't be stupid enough to be deceived by bad guys!
Su Xiaoxiao hugged the tombstone tightly, her eyes, which were already swollen from crying, were covered with a layer of mist. She hid behind a tree, pursed her lips and glared fiercely at the possible bad guy in the distance.
Hmm, why do they sound so similar?
"You...how come you have the sachet I gave to Zhao Lang?"
Zhao Rong turned around in slow motion and quickly stopped, then turned back and said seriously:
"Because I am Zhao Lang, Xiaoxiao, don't run away. After I escaped from danger yesterday, I had an adventure, my broken limbs were regenerated, and my appearance was changed...
"The tomb you just saw didn't contain me, but my severed arm, which was buried by Qian'er. She is a silly girl like you. Last evening, she told me something like 'our body and hair are given by our parents... it is the beginning of filial piety'. Then she took my severed arm out and buried it, just like she did with my lost teeth when I was a child... As for why she buried the severed arm here, well, it's probably because some traitor died halfway up this mountain..."
Zhao Rong explained a few words and sighed.
He had already learned from Uncle Xiaobai what Qingjun, Qian'er, and Zhu Yourong had done on the high platform not far away yesterday. He knew that the traitor Zhang Huizhi had been chopped into more than 3,000 pieces by Xiao Qian'er smiling in the purple mist. At that time, Uncle Xiaobai had reminded Zhao Rong to pay attention to Xiao Qian'er's mental state...
Su Xiaoxiao looked down at the tombstone, a look of doubt on her face.
"Stop messing around and let's go."
Zhao Rong called out softly.
He turned around, turned his back to the hesitant and timid little fox demon, and walked away alone.
Hearing this extremely familiar voice, Su Xiaoxiao sniffed, hesitantly left the big tree where she was hiding, and stared at the familiar figure in the distance with a slight shiver.
Zhao Rong suddenly stopped, turned around and asked in confusion:
"Su Dahuang, why don't you catch up?"
Su Xiaoxiao was stunned.
The air in the forest became quiet for a moment.
Zhao Rong opened his arms silently.
Su Xiaoxiao opened her mouth.
Next second.
She ran towards him recklessly.
Running and running.
The tombstone in the little fox demon's arms fell off, her face was tearful, and then she smiled.
Finally getting close.
"Zhao Lang!" She jumped up and threw herself into his warm arms.
The two embraced each other in the autumn breeze.