Chapter 27 Good Good
Wen Yao: “Ah?”
Wen Yao: "Oh, oh oh."
She swallowed and stared at the stupid flower for a moment.
Zhao Xuanxu's gaze wasn't fixed on her, as if what he had just said was just an ordinary remark. He bent down, and with his long, bony, white fingers, he picked up another pot of flowers and placed it close to the table.
The sound of jade flower pots colliding brought Wen Yao back to her senses. After she was sure that Zhao Xuanxu had no intention of continuing to speak, she turned around and walked towards her door.
Stepping into the room and closing the door with his hand, Wen Yao turned around, closed his eyes, and let out a deep breath.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
Wen Yao suddenly opened her eyes, and the breath she had exhaled was sucked back in. She turned her head slightly stiffly, and heard Zhao Xuanxu's voice coming from outside, slowly: "Ayao, I forgot the candied chestnuts."
"Oh, yes, yes, candied chestnuts." Wen Yao opened the door and took the paper bag that she had torn into a mess. "Yours... try it. It's made by frying river sand with sugar. It's very fragrant."
Zhao Xuanxu reached out and picked up a round, warm candied chestnut, holding it in his hand. "Today I have to go to the palace to see my mother. It's not very interesting. Ah Yao doesn't have to accompany me. I will be back after dinner."
"Okay, okay." Wen Yao nodded, his eyes looking straight ahead, staring at the lower half of Zhao Xuanxu's face with a vigilant and cautious look.
A natural smile dotted across Zhao Xuanxu's eyes. He curled his lips, his eyes were red, and his eyebrows showed a look of satisfaction. Then he politely took a step back and turned away.
Wen Yao closed the door, the shock and surprise in her heart like a ball of blown cotton, finally falling layer by layer to cover her heart. A martial artist's breathing and heartbeat are steady and long, and she rarely felt her heartbeat speed up. So she walked to the table, threw the chestnut on it with a "plop", and stood there, holding the Xingyi Sword and staring at it.
That night, the night watchman's gong struck three o'clock in the morning, and Hao Chunhe was lying on the bed and snoring.
Wen Yao pushed open the window and landed silently. Her breath control was extremely exquisite. When she approached the bed, Hao Chunhe was snoring intently and was unaware.
Until Wen Yao reached out and gave him a hard push.
Hao Chunhe woke up suddenly, his soul and spirit unable to react. He subconsciously raised his hand to take out a dagger from under the pillow, turned over and attacked forward, but Wen Yao held it firmly between his two fingers at a distance of an inch and he could not move.
"Hey!" Wen Yao's face came up from the front, looking at him with a smile, and said in a surprised tone: "It's so late, Chun Yanzi, you haven't slept yet!"
Hao Chunhe looked at Wen Yao, who was wearing night clothes, and after hearing her words, he began to wonder if there was something wrong with his eyes and ears.
"Sister, something big has happened." Wen Yao sighed, "You have experience in this matter... Get up and run with me."
After a cup of tea, Xingyi Jian Wenyao and the carried Feiyeke Hao Chunhe walked out of the house under the watchful eyes of the Yanwang Mansion's secret guards on duty in the slightly cold night wind.
The night market in Bianliang City was bustling, and the lights under Zhou Bridge were constantly on. Wen Yao's face felt a little cold from the wind as she moved like a shadow, weaving between the high and low eaves, so fast that Hao Chunhe had to catch up with her.
Without stopping along the way, Wen Yao led Hao Chunhe across half of Bianliang, out of the east gate, and directly to a cliff at the edge of the mountains.
The cliffs are steep and there are rocks everywhere.
Her fingertips slid across her waist, and a hideous dagger appeared in her palm. Without hesitation, she stepped onto the rocks and soared into the air. With a single thrust of her arm, she fiercely drove the dagger into the rock!
Hao Chunhe stared: "No, we still have to climb the mountain?"
In just one sentence, Wen Yao took advantage of the momentum from the front and jumped in the air a few times, and was already hanging neatly in the middle of the cliff.
What else can I do? Just climb.
Hao Chunhe sighed, took out a dagger, and flew up from the nearly vertical cliff like Wen Yao.
Wen Yao was much faster than him. With a steady flick of her wrist, she effortlessly plucked the dagger from the rock, climbed up the cliff, and headed toward a lush tree. She sat down in the lush grass beneath the tree, shoving her messy hair aside. After running so hard, she felt warm, and finally, a sense of relief filled her heart.
Hao Chunhe sighed and walked towards her: "At this time, what happened to you?"
"Today, Zhao Xuanxu said he liked me."
Hao Chunhe slipped on some rotten leaves and barely managed to steady himself. He looked at Wen Yao in shock: "He actually said it so quickly?!"
Wen Yao immediately understood the secret. She looked at Hao Chunhe with a strange expression and said, "Speak out? What do you mean? Do you know—"
"He's never tried to hide the fact that he's attracted to you. If a man doesn't like a woman, why would he smile at her every day?" Hao Chunhe was shocked for the second time: "Prince Yan is so obvious, and you really didn't know anything about it before?"
Wen Yao hummed twice, waved his hand and patted the branch beside him. "Swallow, come sit down and tell me slowly. Why did he suddenly say that? I asked the Ghost Market Master about the whereabouts of the Burning Heart Fragments today. Is it because of this that he feels so grateful to me that he decided to marry me in a fit of rage?"
Hao Chunhe, who was married and had children, condescended to sit down at Wen Yao's attentive invitation. He glanced at Wen Yao, cleared his throat, and said calmly, "In my opinion, it doesn't look like it."
"oh?"
"I think if someone else were to ask Prince Yan about the whereabouts of the fragments, he wouldn't say these words to her." Hao Chunhe pointed at Wen Yao with a sharp look in his eyes, "So the problem lies with you!"
Wen Yao leaned back, feeling sympathetic: "In me?"
Hao Chunhe chuckled and quickly squatted down to move closer. "Actually, I've been wanting to ask you what's going on with Prince Yan for a long time. Don't tell me about Yan Cang. The way Prince Yan looked at you was wrong from the beginning! You said you met him before in Nanzhao, but he's a prince and shouldn't have left the palace to set up his own residence before he reached the age. How did you become Yan Cang's apprentice and go to Nanzhao to meet you?"
"He went to Nanzhao because of his mother... This has to do with the emperor's family affairs. I don't know the details, but I only know that he was sick at the time and had been recuperating in Nanzhao. Occasionally, he would go to the Dali Palace to see his grandfather." Zhao Xuanxu's grandfather was the father of his mother, Concubine Ling, the late ruler of Dali.
Wen Yao stretched out one leg, bent the other leg and placed it under his arm, leaned his back against a rock, and carefully recalled Zhao Xuanxu's time in Nanzhao.
At the beginning, she and Zhao Xuanxu were not very familiar with each other.
She had been poisoned by the old venomous insects of the Gu Forest, and by the time Yan Cang dragged her out of the poisonous vines, she was breathing more heavily than she was breathing in. Fortunately, the miraculous doctor Wang Fu, who was staying in a nearby village, arrived just in time and saved her life from the clutches of Hades. But while her life was saved, the poison hadn't been completely eradicated, forcing Wen Yao to lie in bed day and night, doing nothing.
At that time, the maids in Yan Cang's mansion were all very young, lively and adorable. They were coaxed around by the knowledgeable Miss Wen, and every day was bustling with activity. Occasionally, the pale-faced little Zhao Xuanxu passed by the courtyard. Through the flower-vine fence and the wide-open windows, he could see a large group of girls like flowers, with Wen Yao surrounded by them.
But little Zhao Xuanxu usually passed by without looking sideways, rarely paying attention to look over here.
Wen Yao is a wounded patient, and he is a sick patient. His clothes are thicker than his own, and he has to take medicine three times a day.
Wen Yao had noticed Zhao Xuanxu long before. She didn't know Yan Cang's identity at the time and thought he was his son. Smelling the nauseating smell of medicine from the neighboring yard three times a day, she almost felt sympathy for the child who was constantly taking medicine for his poor health.
So when the poison was resolved and she could get out of bed and walk, she took a stack of bean balls covered with icing sugar and limped to Zhao Xuanxu who was sitting in the garden pavilion. Amid the orderly sounds of the servants slicing with knives beside her, she calmly handed Zhao Xuanxu a sweet red bean fruit.
Wen Yao waved the fruit: "Do you want to eat it?"
Zhao Xuanxu didn't eat it.
He was roughly the same size as Wen Yao, though slightly shorter. His sharply defined eyes were black and white, and his face, handsome and fair, was incredibly handsome. He stared at Wen Yao without saying a word.
Wen Yao: "Okay, okay, I won't eat it."
If you don't eat it, I will.
She sat down on a stone bench and began to eat, quickly finishing a whole plate of red bean fruit by herself, then picked up her sword and went to practice in the open space nearby. She was planning to leave with the caravan after the beginning of summer, so she was anxious to recover her internal energy. She practiced sword every day from before dawn until the moon rose.
The fruit was made by the mansion's cook, Auntie. She felt sorry for the girl's hard work in sword training right after her injury, so she would bring some food to Wen Yao every afternoon. Zhao Xuanxu would occasionally come to sit in the pavilion. Out of a desire to greet her benefactor's lonely son in a friendly way, Wen Yao would politely approach him with food whenever Zhao Xuanxu came.
The specific process was to first ask Zhao Xuanxu if he wanted to eat it, and then happily eat all the snacks and fruits.
Until one day, two pieces of peach cakes that Wen Yao was eating were missing and ended up in Zhao Xuanxu's stomach.
Wen Yao still vividly remembers the sudden change in the expressions of the attendants around Zhao Xuanxu after he took the peach cake, and the surprised look on Yan Cang's face when he later learned about this.
Later, when she was about to leave after her injury healed, Yan Cang stroked his beard, pointed at Zhao Xuanxu and said he was the emperor's third son. He was the head of the Six Departments and this time he was accompanying the Third Prince to visit the King of Dali.
Wen Yao was briefly shocked, but then immediately felt relieved.
Oh, it turns out he is the emperor’s son.
She thought to herself.
No wonder he's so picky.
Wen Yao had never questioned who the Six Chiefs were, or why they had brought the Third Prince to Dali. Yan Cang's admiration and friendship were one thing, but she didn't want to cause trouble, nor did she want to cause trouble for Yan Cang. There were some things one couldn't know too much about. Wen Yao, having died once before, cherished her chance to live again and never sought death.
But in her mind, her relationship with Zhao Xuanxu was just that. When they were close, Wen Yao would often take Zhao Xuanxu up trees to catch birds, down rivers to catch fish, wander the mountains whenever she wanted, have picnics, camp, and hunt wild deer—but it was all just childish fun. After all, Yan Cang had saved her life, and she had thought Zhao Xuanxu was Yan Cang's son.
"I didn't expect that." Wen Yao followed this line of thought and felt that she had found the crux of the matter. Her soul was older than Zhao Xuanxu's, so she naturally looked at him with the eyes of a child, ignoring that her body and Zhao Xuanxu were both teenagers.
Young people's love is fleeting, and it happens easily and without reason. Moreover, she took Zhao Xuanxu everywhere with her at that time, and they were together almost every day. But she didn't expect that Zhao Xuanxu would still remember her, and after she promised to go to the Western Dynasty Palace to get the secret book, he was moved and expressed his feelings.
A gust of wind blew, Wen Yao sighed deeply, and then inexplicably felt like laughing.
"Yan Cang probably doesn't know what Zhao Xuanxu is thinking. He never mentioned it in the letters he wrote to me." Wen Yao sighed, "Ah, it's good to be young."
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