Chapter 36 The Thirty-Sixth Kill

Xiaoyu couldn't accept this sentence.

She heard it, but the words entered her ears and flowed out of them.

It doesn't enter my brain at all.

Xiaoyu looked at the three people kneeling on the ground, and then looked at Zhou Xunran who was sitting behind the desk, and asked in disbelief: "Master? Who is the master? Is the prince the master?"

Master Hu also sensed something was wrong. He felt that he had said something wrong and knelt on the ground, not daring to move. Even his forehead began to be covered with a layer of cold sweat.

Zhou Xunran ignored them, looked at Xiaoyu's inquiring eyes, and nodded: "It's me."

Xiaoyu's eyelids twitched. "Then the leader who asked me to give up the mission and go back?"

"It's me."

"The owner of the candy shop..."

"I arranged it."

Xiaoyu's fingers were tightly clasped on the door frame beside her. The three hall masters were all there, so she couldn't react excessively. Her sober mind also didn't allow her to make any rebellious reaction at this moment.

She took a step back.

Zhou Xunran stood up and walked towards her, passing the three hall masters: "Xiaoyu, I didn't mean to hide it from you. It's just that when I found out, it was already too late, and I didn't find the right opportunity to tell you about it."

Xiaoyu forced a smile and said, "I can't wait to be happy. You are the leader of the sect. Even if I don't have any missions for three or ten years, I won't be kicked out, right?"

"Of course not."

Xiaoyu was relieved. "I think the Sect Master and the three Hall Masters have something to discuss. I will go back first. Sect Master, take care of your health. If it is not urgent, go to bed early."

Her reaction was not what he expected. Zhou Xunran was a little worried. "Xiao Yu?"

Xiaoyu patted his wrist soothingly: "I'm fine."

She was really fine. She wasn't angry or sad, and of course, she wasn't surprised or excited either.

I just feel confused.

After her mother passed away, she was alone. Later, she was taken back by the old hall master and the old hall master became her support and relative.

After the old hall master passed away, she became alone again. In the trouble-solving door where strength is respected everywhere, she had to grow up with thick skin and difficulty.

By chance, she worshipped Master Wu Le as her master. A master is like a father, so she should be considered to have a family. But the old man loved to travel, and they didn't spend much time together, often disappearing for two or three months.

Even so, Xiaoyu still feels warm every time she thinks of him.

After Master Wu passed away, she became single again.

This time, after accepting the mission and going down the mountain to meet her junior brother, Xiaoyu thought she had a relative again, but she didn't expect that after going around in circles, she found out that her junior brother was her junior brother, but not her relative.

The world is vast, the source is endless, and she is always alone.

Like a fallen leaf suspended in mid-air, she goes wherever the wind blows.

So where will her future be?

The road back to Fengheyuan is long and dark.

The night wind was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was going to blow her over, and it made her take two steps back before it stopped.

His back was against Zhou Xunran's arms.

Zhou Xunran was in poor health, so he always kept a brazier in his room. He usually wore only spring clothes of moderate thickness when he was in the room. Now, smelling the incense on him, I could guess without even thinking that he must have come out without even wearing outer clothes.

Xiaoyu quickly took off her coat and put it on him. "It's cold at night. Why are you out like this?"

Zhou Xunran covered her with his clothes and said, "I'll take you back to Fengheyuan."

"It's just such a short distance. I don't need you to send me home. Go back quickly."

Zhou Xunran insisted, "If you don't leave, we'll just be here in the cold wind."

Xiaoyu was helpless and didn't care about her random thoughts. She leaned close to him, trying to squeeze out the cold wind in her clothes, "Let's go."

With him around, it's not that cold after all.

No one spoke along the way. When they entered Fengheyuan's room, Xiaoyu immediately took out a cloak and put it on him, "Are you cold?"

"Not bad," Zhou Xunran stood quietly, and even bent over to make it easier for her to put clothes on him.

Xiaoyu tied the rope around his neck and said softly, "Okay, go back."

But Zhou Xunran didn't want to leave.

"Xiao Yu, why aren't you angry?"

Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Why should I be angry? You are the regent prince in the capital, second only to the emperor and above all others, and you can protect me. You are the leader of Jieyou Sect, and I can walk around freely when I go back. No matter which one, I will benefit. Why should I hate you?"

Zhou Xunran looked into her eyes: "But I always feel that you are very sad."

He wanted to look through her eyes and see what she was thinking at that moment.

But what I heard was a blank.

Zhou Xunran was a little panicked. He thought he was wearing Buddhist beads, so he looked down at his wrist.

But the moment he lowered his head, he remembered that Xiaoyu was different from others. Even if she was wearing Buddhist beads, he could know what she was thinking just by looking at her.

How come, how come I can't hear it?

Xiaoyu assured him, "Really not. Don't think too much about it. Go back quickly. The three hall masters are still waiting for you."

Xiaoyu half pushed and half pulled, and finally got Zhou Xunran out of the room.

After closing the door, the smile on her face froze at first, then disappeared after a moment.

She could feel Zhou Xunran's sincerity, and knew that he was not hiding it from her on purpose. After all, his dual identities as the Regent King and the leader of the Jieyou Sect would cause an uproar if they were made public, both in the martial arts world and in the capital.

She just...

Xiaoyu couldn't say what was in her mind, so she lay on the bed and pulled the quilt over herself.

It was not until she met Zhou Xunran the next day that Xiaoyu finally realized that the feeling between her and him was called distance.

In the past, he was her junior fellow apprentice and the prince, both of which allowed her to be intimate with him without any scruples.

But now, he is the high and mighty leader of the sect, and she is a little killer who is more capable of causing trouble than of achieving success.

The identities of the two people are very different. She can't and will never be able to chat and laugh with him freely like she used to.

While Zhou Xunran was meeting with the ministers, Xiaoyu took the teacup and placed it on the table next to him, then bent down and retreated. Her every move was exactly like that of a maid in the palace, and there was no fault to be found in her.

Zhou Xunran raised his hand to signal his subordinates to stop reporting, then looked at Xiaoyu: "What are you doing..."

Xiaoyu explained in a low voice: "When I was at the Jieyou Gate, this is how I served the master."

That tone was so matter-of-fact.

Zhou Xunran made a mental note of the head of the Ten Women's Hall. "You and I are not that kind of relationship. There is no need to be so careful."

"How can this be? Etiquette cannot be abandoned." Xiaoyu thought about the way Nanny Zhao taught her and imitated her tone perfectly.

The foreign officials sitting in the room smiled and praised Xiaoyu: "The maidservant beside the prince is always obedient to etiquette."

"That's something our prince will teach you."

"Yeah yeah."

Amidst all the nonsense, Xiaoyu left the room.

He didn't even spare Zhou Xunran a glance.

Things have come to this point, Zhou Xunran can no longer see anything, and he has lived so many years in vain.

After finishing his work, he called Lin Kun: "Where is she?"

Lin Kun: “Who?”

See, it's not that Zhou Xunran dislikes Lin Kun. If Zhou Yi was here at this time, he would definitely know who he wanted to ask.

In his disdainful gaze, Lin Kun responded: "Xiaoyu, after she prepared your medicinal meal, she went to the inner courtyard to look for Minglu. Your Highness, do you want to see her? Then I will go and ask her to come over."

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Zhou Xunran stood up: "No need, I'll go over."

Lin Kun felt more and more that Minglu was right. In all the time he had been in the palace, he had never seen the prince want to see someone, not by sending someone over, but by going there in person.

Seeing that Zhou Xunran had already walked far ahead, Lin Kun came to his senses and immediately followed.

When they arrived at the inner courtyard, they saw Xiaoyu and Minglu sitting together.

Seeing the two of them, Xiaoyu immediately stood up, a little shyly: "Your Majesty, this is Guard Lin."

Zhou Xunran frowned.

Sensing the unusual atmosphere between the two, Minglu also stood up: "Prince."

Zhou Xunran sat down beside him, "You guys sit down too."

Minglu pulled Xiaoyu and they sat down separately. Seeing Zhou Xunran stretching his head to look at what they were holding, Minglu handed it to him and said, "Prince, this is silk flower. Xiaoyu and I made it for fun."

As she spoke, she secretly questioned Lin Kun with her eyes.

How could Lin Kun know? He could only shake his head innocently.

Minglu retracted her gaze and pointed at a white daffodil silk flower on the table and said, "This is a new pattern, made by Xiaoyu. It will test your skills. Your Majesty, would you like to take a look?"

Zhou Xunran picked up the daffodil and nodded without even taking a look at it, "It's really amazing."

Seeing Xiaoyu's silence, Minglu finally understood that there was something wrong between the two of them and that the prince was at fault. Now he was trying to make up for it.

It is so rare that I can still see the prince bowing his head to others in my lifetime.

"That's right," Minglu was about to change the topic to Xiaoyu when she saw her stand up. "The prince's medicinal food in the kitchen should be ready. I'll go get it. It's windy here, Prince, you should go inside first."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the kitchen.

The three people were left looking at each other in bewilderment. Minglu opened her hands and felt the breeze, which was so light that it couldn't even move the hem of her clothes. How could this be called a strong wind?

She looked at Zhou Xunran with sympathy. It seemed that things were much more serious than she thought.

Zhou Xunran naturally saw her little action, "Is there anything unusual about Xiaoyu today?"

Minglu thought about it carefully, "No, she just respects my mother more than before, as if... more respectful and gentle. Or maybe she respects my mother as an elder?"

Minglu herself didn't believe this statement. After all, it wasn't long since Xiaoyu had a big fight with her mother in front of everyone.

Zhou Xunran saw the crux of the problem.

She was avoiding him, or to be more precise, she was keeping her distance from him.

Zhou Xunran's hands stroked the narcissus petals, which were silk flowers made of silk, and felt smooth and cool to the touch.

"Prince?" Minglu called him.

Zhou Xunran came back to his senses and said, "It's okay. I'll go in first."

He stood up and walked slowly into the house.

It seems that my identity as the leader of the Jieyou Sect has affected her.