Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Two bright, moist, flowers...
When Gu Zhi returned to Muxueyuan, it was almost midnight and Nan Qiongshuang had not yet gone to bed.
Seeing Gu Zhi, Nan Qiong Shuang followed him in two or three steps and stood beside him, "Are you back?" while gently helping him take off his coat.
Just as he was about to untie the thin strap tied around his chin, Gu Zhi suddenly said, "Gu, I can do it myself. There's no need to trouble you, young lady."
She was startled, and obediently took two steps back. Looking at his indifferent expression, she took off the coat on her shoulders.
She stepped forward and reached out to take the coat.
Gu Zhi lowered his eyelashes and handed the clothes directly to the maid behind him.
She was stunned again.
What's happening?
At this hour, she had not yet rested, just to create a gentle place for him on the night when he came home late due to punishment.
Ever since she picked him up from the boat trip last time, this trick has worked every time and he never resists.
What happened today?
She stood there, thousands of guesses flashing through her mind. In Gu Zhi's eyes, she looked neglected and somewhat embarrassed. So he couldn't bear it and gave her a way out. "Miss Chu, did you take your medicine well today? One dose a day?"
She nodded, trying to act obediently, "I ate it, and didn't pour out half the bowl to water the flowers."
Gu Zhi smiled, "Whether it exists or not, I'll know by looking at how the flowers grow."
At this moment he seemed to be the same as before.
Nan Qiong Shuang pondered and said, "You're being punished again? Is it because of me again?"
Gu Zhi was silent and turned his head away. "It has nothing to do with Miss Chu. It was my own choice."
She gathered up two tears in her eyes, and said, "No, I...I delayed you, young master."
After she finished speaking, she raised her head, looked at him sadly, and showed him the tears in her eyes.
Gu Zhi just turned his head away, not responding or looking at her.
Nan Qiongshuang's heart slowly began to hang in the air.
It's not an illusion, nor is it a coincidence.
He was indeed avoiding her.
what happens?
Was it something he found out or discovered, or was it something someone told him?
She lowered her head, wiped away the tears with a handkerchief, and then bit the handkerchief timidly between her lips.
The silk handkerchief suddenly had a rouge-red mark on it, like a flower bud about to bloom.
Gu Zhi turned a blind eye to all this, just turned around and stood with his back to her, his hands behind his back.
The lights flickered anxiously.
"It's late today. If you have nothing else to do, please rest. I have morning training tomorrow."
Nan Qiong Shuang had no choice but to go back on her words, "...Okay. Don't worry, sir. I have been taking the medicine well these days and will be detoxified within three months. When I go down the mountain, you don't have to worry about me anymore." Her voice was trembling and weak.
Gu Zhi still didn't respond, but just turned half sideways and nodded to her.
There is no sympathy or care for the beautiful women at all. Is this really useless?
She was unwilling to give in, but her face remained expressionless, and the nails in her sleeves had already left a mark on her fingers.
Try again.
She ran to the side in small steps, took out a bowl of sweet rice wine, held it in front of him with both hands, and said with a forced smile through her tears:
"By the way, thinking that you must be tired after coming home late, I specially made a bowl of sweet osmanthus dumplings and sweet rice wine for you when you come back. I wonder if it suits your taste."
Gu Zhi lowered his head and looked at the finely chopped yellow osmanthus in the bowl, and was silent for a moment.
The lights in the house were behind him. He stood against the light with his hands behind his back, his expression so dark that it was frightening.
"It was the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in your yard. I spread a cloth on the ground and knocked it down with a stick." She had been pretending to be embarrassed, but now she was almost embarrassed. "I hope you don't mind, sir."
Another two difficult seconds.
Another flower fell from the lamp, and a moth flew away from the window screen.
"Thank you, young lady." After a long while, he finally spoke, his expression still cold, "I'll go inside and try again."
As he spoke, he gently took the bowl of soup, as if trying to avoid touching her, and was very polite and distant.
Nan Qiong Shuang was speechless for a moment. With her current state, saying more would only lead to boredom and even make her more suspicious.
So she bowed and said, "Sweet dreams, sir."
After Gu Zhi entered the main room, she returned to her room and bolted the door.
Sitting at the table, she closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, saying, "Mist Blade."
Teachers have always been with them in their work, providing guidance, instruction, and a helping hand at critical moments, as well as evaluation, notarization, and supervision.
Wu Dao's voice sounded as expected: "What?"
"Go check on him to see if he's had that bowl of fermented rice dumplings. If not, what should we do with it?"
"I finished reading it a long time ago. I was curious too." His voice was as casual as ever. "I didn't drink."
Nan Qiongshuang closed her eyes and took a deep breath for a few seconds.
"Not only did I not drink it, I even tested it for poison. After finding out it wasn't poisonous, I just left it there."
Nan Qiong Shuang tapped her index finger on the wooden table impatiently, and the lamp petals fell one by one.
"I can't leave. Can you go check the news and see what went wrong? Did someone tell him something, or did you find anything suspicious?"
Wu Dao laughed maliciously, "Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"Bullshit." Everyone at the Wangsheng Gate, whether they were spies or instructors, was equally overthinking, but she didn't have the patience to waste time with him. "Go check. You should get back to work, too. Why are you still teaching?"
*
Gu Zhi is in the room.
A single candle was lit, and the mountain breeze carried fallen petals in through the window, making the flame seem a little shaky in the wind and rain.
Gu Zhi sat alone in silence on the edge of the couch, a depressing shadow cast on the wall.
If Miss Chu is really a spy, then we will be in big trouble.
She staged a scene in which she was directly bitten by Xiao Hongchun, and then took advantage of his kindness to deceive his trust, speaking softly every day and hitting at the most vulnerable part of his heart.
If this is true, this man's scheming, courage, means and determination are absolutely incomparable to any of his previous opponents.
If this is true, such a capable person must have sneaked into the mountain with the intention of overthrowing the entire mountain.
There are three treasures in Tianshan: the map of the entire mountain, the jade plaque that guards the mountain, and the Tianshan Heart Sutra.
The Tianshan Heart Sutra is the foundation of the Tianshan School's pearl-controlling technique; the mountain map is the only diagram that clearly indicates the locations of hidden arrows and traps on the mountain; and the mountain-guarding jade plate is the only switch for all the traps on the mountain.
If any one of them is lost, the Tianshan Sect will be doomed.
He couldn't take the risk.
He took the candle and stared at the warm flame for a long time.
Finally, I blew it out.
In the darkness, he picked up the bowl of rice dumplings made of fermented rice wine on the table, opened the window, and without even looking, poured them all onto the flowers outside the window.
He closed the window and returned to his couch without looking back.
She had indeed touched him.
But compared with the interests of the sect, his youthful emotion was nothing.
Half a calamity, half a calamity, there is a word "calamity" in the middle.
He couldn't love her.
*
That night, Gu Zhi had a dream.
He didn't even know he was dreaming. He trekked alone through the freezing cold, the wind blowing and the snow pounding. With every step he took, the icy lake beneath his feet cracked a foot, opening up a terrifying abyss.
He had no time to look back, and walked against the wind with his shoulders hunched.
The cold had already invaded every part of his body, freezing him so much that he no longer even felt the cold itself, only numbness.
I was numb, as if I had already adapted to it all. If I kept going like this, freezing to death would be great, but if not, I could still get used to it.
However, the ice ahead suddenly began to melt slowly.
A man came on a boat with a lantern.
A lotus lantern shone brightly like a full moon, her black hair, unadorned, flowed smoothly behind her. Her elaborately layered, shimmering garment shone in the light, making it sway and shimmer.
Under my feet, there is a narrow and weak boat.
Wherever it went, the ice broke, the cold wind stopped, and the frozen lake turned into spring water.
The ripples at the bow of the boat were shining with the light of the lanterns, shimmering layer by layer as they pushed away.
In the light of the lantern, the person raised her eyes gracefully.
A shy smile.
Chu Jiaojiao.
She rowed over to his side and looked at him lying on the ice, looking embarrassed and stunned, and she covered her lips with her hands and laughed.
"Sir, why are you here and not going back?"
He had nothing to say and was just stunned.
Chu Jiaojiao bent down, stretched out a slender white hand, and held it in front of him.
Smiling with eyes curved, "I'm here to take you out."
The man who was about to freeze to death took it tremblingly.
Her hand was soft, warm and moist. Before he could linger, she let go.
He reached her boat.
As he stepped inside, he felt the boat was warm as spring. The boat was filled with flowers, a riot of colour and fragrance. He shivered in the boat, feeling out of place.
She lowered her eyes, scooped a bowl of rice dumplings made with fermented rice wine, and handed it to him.
He was about to take it when she suddenly stopped and said, "Hey, you are too cold, it seems that you should use something hot."
As he said that, he served him another bowl of egg custard.
He took it in his hands, and the hot bowl of soup almost burned his chilblained hands.
He ignored it and just scooped up a spoonful.
The golden, fragrant and soft soup trembled in the white porcelain spoon, sprinkled with some fragrant osmanthus petals.
He asked with mixed feelings, "How did you know I like osmanthus flowers?"
"How do you know?" She said in a deep voice, repeating it.
Every word seemed to carry magic, echoing in his mind thousands of times.
In the bright light, she lowered herself, crawled on her knees among the flowers in the boat, and came close to him, whispering softly in his ear, "Sir, how do I know what you think?"
There is a charming fragrance in every breath.
He almost fainted and turned his eyes away, not daring to look.
In the light and water, her eyes were surprisingly bright.
He didn't answer.
Then, the woman placed her hand on her chest, lowered her body, and approached him with the colorful shawl draped over her shoulders.
She raised her head with tears in her eyes, rubbed her chest lightly, and said coquettishly:
"...Sir, he is already here. You don't even know."
He was startled, turned his head away, closed his eyes tightly and pursed his lips.
She murmured, "Sir..." As her hand gently covered his cheek, she began to caress from his jawline, his jaw, his cheeks, his nose, his brow bone.
And, his... lips.
He held his breath, not daring to breathe even a little, and took a peek, seeing two bright, moist, petal-like lips.
Stop at the side of his face.
His heart was hanging in his throat again and he closed his eyes.
Those two fragrant lips came, finally, to kiss his lips.
Suddenly, something went into my chest.
Scratching his skin, digging into his muscles, and pulling apart his tendons and veins—
He lowered his head.
He suddenly discovered that a white wrist with an elegant cuff was connected to his chest.
He was just wondering where the front part of his wrist had gone when suddenly, something beating inside his chest was suddenly pinched from all sides.
The mountains in the distance suddenly collapsed, the earth shook, and the waves roared.
Her eyes slowly turned to the face of the person opposite her. She was still as beautiful as before, but her smile was sinister and resentful.
"Why……"
She raised an eyebrow and smiled, muttering, "Why?"
Suddenly, the delicate cheeks shrank rapidly, the skin tightened, the eye sockets sunken, the beauty's skin melted, rotted, and peeled off, and the skin turned into a sticky soup that dripped down the skull chin.
The extraordinarily gorgeous clothes gradually fell off as her flesh and blood were lost, and lay on the ground layer by layer, like a gorgeous and strange flower with skull stamens.
The skeleton sighed softly, "Master Gu... who told you to love me?"
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