Chapter 33 How is his Qingshan, Zizhao?
Looking at Lou Wanqiao's sleeping face, Wen Xuechi let out an inaudible sigh.
There was hot water boiling in the room, steam was coming out of the spout, and the room was exceptionally warm.
She was very quiet when she slept, barely moving. Her wrist was a bit thin, so it was easy to hold it in my hand. Her eyebrows and eyes seemed inexplicably softer now, not as sharp as usual.
He recalled that glance in the snow, which was colder than ice and snow, sharper than his sword, and made him uncomfortable for a long time.
Wen Xuechi was wondering again, what would happen if Zizhao woke up?
He didn't want to be stared at by her like that anymore, it really hurt.
The wind and snow outside did not stop. He put away a row of fine needles and carefully concentrated on taking her pulse, his brows unconsciously frowned even tighter.
Her body was severely worn out, the result of years of wear and tear. Wen Xuechi knew that their successful escape from Youzhou, or their rescue, was entirely due to Lou Wanqiao's strategic planning and unwavering protection.
She looked cold on the surface, but she never gave up on anyone in times of crisis.
He didn't know when Lou Wanqiao discovered it.
But Wen Xuechi was almost dreading the arrival of this moment.
A person's life may face many turning points, and sometimes seemingly insignificant choices can determine their fate. Different paths lead to different outcomes, and the decisions made along the way and the level of effort expended to achieve a goal are both crucial and indispensable.
From the moment he set foot in Youzhou, Lou Wanqiao's choice surprised him.
Whether it was her meticulous thinking, quick reaction, decisiveness in doing things, or her all-out attitude, these were all things Wen Xuechi had rarely seen.
There are all kinds of people in the world.
The destinies of many people intertwine like a web, tangled in a tangle. Wen Xuechi has been absent from the imperial court for many years, riding his horse and disappearing into the world of martial arts. Thus, amidst the vast world of three thousand scenes, he drinks, watches the moon, and observes all living things.
A leaf blocks the view, and all that is visible is the living beings.
However.
I don’t see Mount Tai, nor do I see anyone.
In his eyes, all living beings are just living beings.
He wanted to find an answer, but it seemed like he was using it to escape, so he fled in the martial arts world for a long time but still couldn't find the answer.
Until that windy and snowy night, someone came with a knife, wrapped in coldness, and his eyes seemed to be filled with the coldest frost.
It shattered the romantic scene of the night, like a stone thrown into the water, causing ripples in the pond.
Suddenly, without warning, the man looked up. Although there was no expression on his face, the words he spoke were like a flash of thunder.
The man asked, "Knight, if the king's law is unfair and I feel uneasy, what should I do?"
Wen Xuechi spent a long time looking for the answer.
Perhaps his fate changed from that snowy night when they first met.
What should I do?
"Then - cut off the injustice in my heart!"
Her knife and words were revealed together in the wind and snow. At that moment, Wen Xuechi's heart felt like a long-sealed wine jar that was suddenly opened one day.
The wine spilled all over the floor, and the aroma filled one's mouth and nose.
He looked down from the tree, and even though it was from this angle, he felt that the person was very tall. Even though she was so thin, he felt that she could withstand all the wind and snow by herself.
What should I do?
So Wen Xuechi drew his sword.
The sword that had been buried in the world for several years, along with the jar of long-sealed wine, and his heart that had hidden itself from the world of martial arts, all came out together in the wind and snow in the middle of the night.
He remembered the answer he was looking for.
Then Wen Xuechi saw Qingshan.
It stood there before his eyes, and he could see the top of the mountain just by looking up. It seemed so close yet so far away.
But fortunately, he finally saw Qingshan and found the answer.
He has always been the chivalrous hero in the world.
Lou Wanqiao's fingertips moved slightly, and he soon discovered the signs that she was about to wake up. He couldn't help but feel nervous, and his heart was pounding.
She's about to wake up...
Wen Xuechi lowered his eyes and looked at her, his fingers curling up involuntarily. He subconsciously took two steps back, then paused. His body almost uncontrollably leaned forward slightly, closer to the edge of the bed, closer and closer...
At that moment.
She opened her eyes.
Confused, hazy, vague.
Lou Wanqiao's attack was incredibly swift, almost a defensive instinct. Wen Xuechi reacted quickly, but didn't dodge, simply watching the hand coming towards him.
Just like the day they first met, her hands clasped his neck precisely.
Wen Xuechi didn't dare to move for fear of touching her wound, so his wrist was immediately restrained. His eyes were spinning and his back fell onto the soft bed.
They switched positions.
He said nothing, and even raised his head slightly and put his neck into her hands to save her some effort.
Lou Wanqiao slowly came back to her senses. She looked down at the person under her, and her eyes gradually became clear.
Wen Xuechi was pinned down by her, his eyes open, looking at her quietly. Lou Wanqiao lowered her head and met his eyes, momentarily dazed.
He just lay there, his dark hair scattered around him, soft as silk, spread across the bedsheets. The bed sagged under his weight, still tinged with her body heat...
She lightly touched her teeth with the tip of her tongue, and after a moment of silence, she called his name: "Wen Xuechi."
His breath trembled, and he uttered a low "hmm": "I'm here."
"Where is this place?"
Lou Wanqiao didn't let go of her hand, so Wen Xuechi let her hold him down, even shifting his waist slightly to get into a more comfortable position. "Don't worry, this is a very safe place, no one will come here."
Lou Wanqiao was silent for a few seconds, and then his eyes changed when he looked at Wen Xuechi.
"...I can't tell, Marquis Pingyuan, you're also gay?"
There was a long silence.
Wen Xuechi uttered a syllable slowly and dully: "...Ah?"
"What do you mean?" Lou Wanqiao glanced around and then his eyes fell lightly on his face. "You saved me and brought me here."
It must be said that Wen Xuechi did have a very good-looking face, especially those beautiful eyes, which were like a shimmering lake under a clear sky.
At this moment, ripples appeared on the lake.
Of course, she just said that. Since Wen Xuechi brought her here and treated her, Lou Wanqiao knew that he probably knew that she was not a man.
She pursed her lips, pressed his wrist harder, and tightened her grip on Wen Xuechi's neck. Her fingers were pressed against his pulse, and she could clearly feel the beating beneath her fingertips, one after another, so powerful and so rapid.
His breathing quickened unconsciously, but he showed no sign of struggling. He just looked up at her: "Zizhao..."
Wen Xuechi's voice was very soft, with a hint of hoarseness, and something else in it that Lou Wanqiao couldn't make out.
She leaned close to his face, her tone urgent and indifferent: "Wen Xuechi, what do you want to do?"
Wen Xuechi didn't say anything, his beautiful eyes narrowed, his pupils even a little out of focus. Lou Wanqiao realized belatedly that she had pinched too tightly and for too long, and quickly controlled the strength to loosen her fingers a little.
She looked away somewhat unnaturally: "Pingyuan..."
Wen Xuechi's voice drifted into her ears: "Zizhao, do you really treat me as an insignificant Marquis of Pingyuan?"
Her heart skipped a beat.
It is true that Wen Xuechi and I have fought side by side for these days, helping each other through difficulties. It would be a lie to say that there is no friendship between us.
Over such a long time, Wen Xuechi has never hurt her, but has always been helping her.
She is the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple and has solved countless cases over the years. How could she not have noticed anything?
There are so many details to follow.
"Wen Xuechi," she also lowered her tone, lowered her head and sighed softly, "I really treated you as a friend."
"Friend?" Wen Xuechi repeated, chewing the words back and forth in his mouth, and the words seemed to have a different meaning when they were spoken. "You consider me a friend? And now, how come the Junior Secretary of the Dali Temple and the Marquis of Pingyuan can't be good friends?"
Lou Wanqiao didn't say anything for a moment, just lowered her head and looked at him. Wen Xuechi also looked at her without hesitation.
Many thoughts flashed through her mind, but she couldn't grasp anything. For a moment, Lou Wanqiao thought, why not just forget it.
Otherwise, just forget it, don't ask the reasons, and don't look at the process.
She didn't think about the "Marquis of Pingyuan" she had been seeking, nor did she think about the "Minister of the Dali Temple." If the other party was Wen Xuechi... just looking at the result, it didn't seem impossible.
She said, "We can be friends, Wen Xuechi, will you help me?"
This sentence was so straightforward that Wen Xuechi was stunned for a few seconds, and then laughed.
He smiled suddenly, with the corners of his lips raised and his eyes full of smiles, like the warm and bright sunlight reflected on the lake, causing ripples on the water.
Lou Wanqiao could feel the wrist she was holding moving, so he loosened his grip. He slowly moved his palm downwards until it rested against hers. Then, without warning, his long, bony fingers clasped between hers.
She just felt her eyebrows twitch.
No, not at all.
etc.
etc! !
What does this mean?!
"Zizhao," Wen Xuechi spoke. He was still lying there, his posture unchanged, his eyes looking at her softly. However, from having her wrists pressed down to clasping her fingers, his neck still pressed against her palm, he smiled broadly. Lou Wanqiao could even clearly feel his Adam's apple rolling under her palm. "Of course, Zizhao, we are best friends."
Oh, my friend...
"Don't worry, I will help you, no matter who you are." His eyes sparkled, and he even raised his head slightly to move closer to her. The throat under his palm trembled slightly as he spoke, and his lips were pressed against her ear. His tone was low and slow, so bewitching, "Whether it's the legendary Pingyuan Marquis or the swordsman in the martial arts world, I will help you with all my strength, okay, Zizhao?"
Lou Wanqiao's eyes were a little vague. She looked at Wen Xuechi's hair scattered on the pillow, opened her mouth subconsciously, and a syllable rolled out from her throat.
Wen Xuechi smiled even brighter.
The word fell right beside his ear, and from his ear to his chest, Wen Xuechi heard it clearly.
"good."
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