Chang Le closed her bloodshot and swollen eyes.
After she fell asleep, Luo Xuan placed her on the sofa, put a pillow under her, covered her with a blanket, wiped her face clean with a hot towel, and then turned to leave.
As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Zigui Ti, who had transformed into the appearance of the Pavilion Master of Tianzhou Pavilion, leaning against the wall outside: "Have you calmed him down?"
Luo Xuan frowned slightly.
Zigui Ti turned her head and glanced at him, her eyes widening in surprise: "You...you're crying too?"
Luo Xuan's eyes were red, not obviously, but compared to his usual calm demeanor even when faced with a collapsing mountain, it was enough to surprise people.
Zigui Ti has known Luo Xuan for so many years, and even when Shen Fuguang died last time, Luo Xuan never showed any sign of anger.
"What are you doing here?" Luo Xuan asked, his expressionless face hardening.
Zigui Ti didn't ask him what had happened, and replied, "She's about to enter the secret realm and wants to confirm something with you."
Luo Xuan gave his habitual, polite yet distant smile: "To tell secrets behind the young master's back is against the rules, like a cuckoo crying."
Zigui's laughter turned cold: "Luo Xuan, I am not Wan Buxun or Changfeng, such arguments will not work on me."
Before Luo Xuan could speak, he asked directly, "I need to confirm whether Chang Le can truly master the fusion."
Luo Xuan's smile vanished, and he looked at him coldly.
"Don't look at me like that. This is the reason why I follow Shen Fuguang, and it is also the only reason that can support me in assisting Chang Le."
A rare hint of urgency appeared in Zigui's eyes. "You know, when it comes to fusion, my obsession runs deeper than those who advocate creating gods!"
"Please answer me, I mean the kind of control a demon god possesses, not the kind that mutates and becomes unstable! I know you know the answer!"
Luo Xuan studied him for a moment, then revealed his signature smile: "That depends on the young master's own wishes."
The cuckoo's cry startled me slightly.
Luo Xuan said calmly, "If you want, you can go directly to the young master and talk to him every day, urging him on. That will be more effective than reminding me to try to get it done indirectly."
The cuckoo's genuine anxiety vanished instantly, replaced by an overwhelming calm.
Luo Xuan was not surprised at all and smiled, "The cuckoo cries, I am not you. I have no demands on Chang Le. I am just Chang Le's guardian, as is Ghost Blade."
You can ask the young master for help to achieve your goal, but if you do or intend to threaten Chang Le in any way, I or Gui Dao will immediately take action to eliminate you.
This is the first warning. If there's a second, it won't just be words. You know, Ghost Blade and I have the ability to kill you.
Zigui had no doubt about the truth of his words.
Luo Xuan is even more unfathomable than Granny Wu and Fu Yue. He thought his identity was perfectly disguised and that he was quite shrewd, but every time he faced Luo Xuan, he always felt like he was seen through.
If even Shen Fuguang didn't know his background, he would have doubted whether Luo Xuan also knew his identity.
“I remember Chairman Luo’s warning.” Zigui Ti lowered her head slightly. “I have a request for Chang Le. I will not harm her. She is my only hope to achieve my goal.”
After saying this, the cuckoo cried and turned to leave.
Only after his figure disappeared did Luo Xuan's smile turn into heartache.
He walked into the darkness of night to the dimly lit window, gazing at the starry sky outside, his eyes filled with melancholy and guilt.
“Sir, Madam, Fu Guang, she shouldn’t feel guilty or ashamed… We didn’t take good care of her.”
...
The next day, when Luo Xuan knocked on Chang Le's door and entered her room, Chang Le had already tidied up and was applying a cool towel to her eyes.
Having cried so much before falling asleep, it was no surprise that the Sad Frog reappeared. Chang Le covered her eyes and face, not wanting to face Luo Xuan directly.
But Luo Xuan still saw those comical eyes and chuckled, covering his lips with his hand.
"Stop laughing, what's so funny?" Chang Le covered her face and said, but when she saw herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but laugh too.
"Your habit of swollen eyes when you cry hasn't changed at all, just like your husband's." Luo Xuan's smile was tinged with complexity.
"Sir?" Chang Le guessed, "Is he... my father?"
Luo Xuan nodded slightly.
Chang Le silently pressed his eyes. Luo Xuan coughed twice and changed the subject: "I've come to inform the young master that Granny Wu and Mr. Lu have arrived at the Red Flag Courtyard in Jingwei City. The summit meeting is about to begin."
"Huh? Huh?" Chang Le looked up in confusion, revealing eyes swollen like walnuts with only a slit between them.
"Red Flag Courtyard? A farmhouse inn? Are they having a meeting there?!"
Luo Xuan nodded: "They're all elderly people in their fifties, sixties, or even a hundred years old—except for Mr. Lu, isn't that place quite suitable?"
Chang Le was speechless: "...Fine, at least the art style matches."
...
At the same time, in the Hongqi Courtyard on the outskirts of Jingwei City.
Against a backdrop of green vegetables and cauliflower, accompanied by chickens, ducks, geese, and dogs, a chessboard is set up in a natural earthen courtyard, where two elderly people are playing chess.
On the left is an old man with gray hair, wearing a mandarin jacket, trousers, and cloth shoes, holding a string of beads in his hand, with two foxtail grasses stuck in his medium-length hair.
He looked like a sprightly old man.
An old woman was sitting opposite him.
Her hair was snow-white and without any other color, and she wore no makeup whatsoever. Her skin was as white as snow, and her complexion was rosy like a peach. Even her wrinkles only added to her elegant demeanor. The old woman had a well-proportioned figure, wore a floral long dress, and a snow-white fur coat over it. Her hair was adorned with a white jade hairpin.
It truly proves the saying that time cannot defeat beauty.
The old man scratched his head and asked, "Ying Miao, are you cheating?"
The old woman rolled her eyes: "Are you blind?"
She counted the chess pieces piled up beside her again, and said lazily:
"I've been playing chess with you for a hundred years, and you're still a terrible player. Let's wait for Xiao Hua. Xiao Gu is a repressed pervert, Xiao Shen is old-fashioned, and Xiao Wei is a bit dim-witted. It's more interesting to tease Xiao Hua."
The old man scoffed, "Come on, Ying Miao, you just think I'm too old and ugly and want to see some young and handsome guys! Don't think I don't know what kind of idols you chased when you were young, they were all the young actresses!"
"Qin Shaoji! You want to hurt each other, huh? Don't think I don't know that when you were young, you went to a girl's house to propose and were rejected, and you cried for three days!" The old woman raised her eyebrows.
The old man bared his teeth.
The old woman glared.
When Hua Lihan and Wei Kunyu entered, they saw the two old people glaring at each other.
"Yo!"
The old man raised his eyebrows to the sky and began to sing in a sarcastic tone: "The flowers I've been longing for~~"
The old woman covered her face.
Hua Lihan: ?
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