Despite her anticipation, Zhao Shu did not believe that the medicine was sent by Consort Ning.
It doesn't matter, they're all people we have to deal with. It doesn't matter how they lost, as long as we win.
"Laughing so happily, you heartless little thing." Huo Baichuan's sudden appearance startled Zhao Shu.
She looked up and saw Huo Baichuan dressed in a Taoist robe, carrying a long flag that read "Divine Calculation in Plain Clothes." Duozi and Xiaopang must have been nearby and hadn't followed her.
Standing up, brushing the grass off her body, she glanced around and saw Xiao Guozi and Chuchun with mournful faces, being completely suppressed by Xiao Pang and Duozi. Zhao Shu glanced at Huo Baichuan, who then glanced at Xiao Pang and Duozi. Only then did the two of them release Xiao Guozi and Chuchun.
"I run into you everywhere I go, why can't you leave me alone?" Zhao Shu said irritably.
“Of course he died with his eyes wide open. Want to know why?” He smiled, a bright but irritating smile. “I’ll tell you.”
"Stop, don't tell me yet, I don't want to hear it." Zhao Shu stopped him and walked along the path. She planned to spend the night in the small village and set off for Chu tomorrow. She wondered how he was doing, and also about her teacher. She hadn't heard from him for a long time and was very worried.
Huo Baichuan followed behind her, walking at a leisurely pace. "Why didn't you go to pay your respects?"
"You're not really dead."
Zhao Shu found it strange that an ancient person could say such a thing, and couldn't help but glance at him, only to receive an ambiguous look in return: "How can I die if I haven't married you?"
Besides ambiguity, there was also a touch of tenderness. Okay, Zhao Shu admits there was a lot of tenderness, especially when the sun was setting and a very handsome man smiled brightly and said, "How can I die if I don't marry you?"
Zhao Shu rolled her eyes at him. "So you think you can just die after marrying me? Am I only fit to be a widow?"
"I've heard that people have an afterlife, and the wife or husband in the next life is the one who buried you in the previous life. I'm afraid you'll still be bothering me in the next life, so it's better if you die first. I won't bury you." He casually took the grass off Zhao Shu's hair. "A troublemaker like you, I have to work hard to live to surpass you. It's a long and arduous journey."
It was a sentence that could have been said in a very romantic way, but he made it sound like sarcasm. Zhao Shu didn't want to pay any attention to him and kept walking. Before long, she arrived at a farmhouse, which was the place that Xiao Zhu had arranged in advance.
There weren't many people escorting Zhao Shu here; only a few, all of whom were disguised. Thinking of the disguise, Zhao Shu asked Huo Baichuan with some suspicion, "I've disguised myself like this, how can you still recognize me?"
At this moment, she looked like a refugee who had fled from the south. All traces of her noble air were covered up by her makeup. In addition, she pretended to be an idiot, and she was completely unrelated to the legendary Princess Jun.
Huo Baichuan smiled and said, "I would recognize you even if you turned to ashes."
It sounded like a conversation between enemies, and Zhao Shu was speechless.
Arriving at the farmhouse enclosed by a fence, they found a couple cooking inside. They had a son and a daughter; their daughter had married early, and their son was a soldier in Prince Yong's mansion. Fortunately, he hadn't died and was still alive and well. This time, he was going to war with Prince Yong, and Zhao Shu thought she must get some credit for her people.
When Zhao Shu returned, Aunt Liu bowed to her respectfully. She was not good with words, especially when she was with Zhao Shu, she would stutter. Zhao Shu nodded in acknowledgment and then sat down in the courtyard.
The courtyard wasn't big; besides drying various vegetables, clothes were also hung out to dry. However, there was a peach tree on the left side of the courtyard, laden with large peaches, so the two of them sat under the tree.
As soon as she sat down, Aunt Liu came over to refill her tea and asked Zhao Shu, "Princess, would you like your cold noodles spicy or not spicy?"
The jelly noodles in the capital area are different from those in Sichuan. Zhao Shufang glanced at them and they seemed to be different in color. However, jelly noodles are good for cooling off in the summer. When Aunt Liu asked her what she wanted to eat, she said she wanted a bowl of jelly noodles.
After asking her question, Aunt Liu kept glancing at Huo Baichuan, but dared not interrupt. She thought it was simply outrageous that a Taoist priest was sitting at the same table as a princess.
Zhao Shu understood Liu Sao's gaze. She originally wanted Liu Sao to give Huo Baichuan an extra bowl, but she swallowed her words back. "Make it spicier, it'll taste bland if it's not spicy."
"Sigh." Aunt Liu poured more tea, finished her business, and then quickly turned around to cook, leaving Huo Baichuan looking at Zhao Shu with a mournful expression.
“You’re being unfair,” he said. “I’ve been starving all day, are you really going to let me continue to starve?”
"I can't bear it." Zhao Shu felt no pressure at all.
Huo Baichuan lost his temper and looked at Zhao Shu's face. Seeing that she was not afraid of him at all, he gave up the idea of teasing her anymore. However, there was one thing he was very curious about: "Do you like to eat cold noodles?"
“Yes.” Zhao Shu reached out and picked a peach, washed it in the well next to her, and then began to eat it. “This year’s peaches seem sweeter than in previous years.”
Huo Baichuan also picked one, washed it, and ate it. "Ugh, so sour! You liar!" He took a bite and, probably because he was naturally afraid of sour things, found it incredibly sour.
Zhao Shu laughed out loud. How easy to fool her! She also thought it was quite sour. She had a habit of putting vinegar in her noodles and sauerkraut, but she would never eat sour fruit because she thought it would make her teeth fall out.
Unexpectedly, Huo Baichuan also dislikes sour foods, and this time he got his revenge.
His teeth were so sore from the sourness that they felt cold, but seeing her smiling happily, Huo Baichuan miraculously found it quite sweet.
After laughing enough, Aunt Liu's cold noodles were served. Zhao Shu swallowed hard, completely losing her composure, and glanced triumphantly at Huo Baichuan. Seeing his mournful eyes, she was overjoyed.
"It doesn't look as good as the cold noodles from northern Sichuan," Zhao Shu said.
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