She plugged the bamboo tube and threw it next to Zheng Yong.
Zheng Yong paused for a moment, hesitating whether to refuse, when Nan Yi tossed him another paper packet. "Eat it. Since I'm so kind, let's draw up some rules first."
She pulled out another paper package, opened it, took out some pastries, and said while eating, "You can catch me, but wait until I'm full first. We'll both recover our strength, and then you can chase after me, okay?"
She was exhausted. She hadn't eaten or drunk anything all day, just running around. When she left the capital, the weather was bad, and the roads were slippery with snow, making her run at least three times slower than usual.
Zheng Yong was also stubborn, even more so than her. He refused to give up even when his legs were about to give up, and for that reason, she respected him as a true man.
Zheng Yong ate and drank, and even between meals he didn't stop talking. "Master Tong, this servant really didn't mean to pursue you, you've misunderstood."
“Hey, you’re kidding me. The people eating my food now are ghosts,” Nan Yi said, pointing at him.
"This servant has something to tell you, but you ran away too fast and didn't even give this servant a chance to speak."
He didn't know what kind of martial arts master Tong was. He asked himself, if it came to martial arts, he had few rivals. It was rare for Tong, a woman, to fight him to a draw in terms of lightness skills.
Even among the imperial relatives and nobles, such skill is not guaranteed.
No wonder she always runs away.
Ordinary people really can't catch her.
"Zheng Yong..."
"Shh, be quiet, someone's coming." Zheng Yong quickly stuffed the pastries into Jian's arms, pointed into the woods, and signaled Nan Yi to hide.
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