Chapter 274 Why is it so important to start this...
He was calm and composed in the face of adversity, and seemed to be as comfortable as if he were in his Zhuoying Palace. Even though he was surrounded by piles of firewood and earthen stoves, his overall grandeur made it look like a house with green tiles and golden gold.
Unfortunately for Wen Yu, the originally set rhythm was interrupted by Tai Hao's sudden joining, which made her feel confused.
We had just parted at the cemetery, and things had clearly gone awry, yet he still wanted to follow us, even talking nonsense.
Thinking of his words that he was her husband, Wen Yu was furious.
She recalled that when she was in the East Heaven Palace, Chi Huang had told her about the grandeur of the Zhuoying Palace and the majesty of the Great Azure Dragon, but he had never told her about the scoundrel that was Emperor Taihao!
How dare he!
Wen Yu couldn't help but complain in his heart, but his face remained cold.
Regardless, she continued to visit the Xianchun Cottage as originally planned. As for this so-called cheap husband...
Wen Yu's eyes flashed.
I just hope he doesn't interrupt.
Through the dim firelight, the dancing flames made Taihao's cold eyes flicker, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes.
Wen Yu turned away. If she couldn't see clearly, then she couldn't see clearly. Anyway, she was too lazy to pay attention to it.
The soup was boiling, and the sound of bubbling was heard in her ears. Wen Yu suppressed her chaotic thoughts, not wanting to be like the clay pot in front of her, which could never calm down. But even though she tried her best, she was still a little stunned for a moment.
Tai Hao, who was sitting opposite him, was wearing a moon-white robe, which was illuminated by the firelight, adding some soft colors, which seemed to make him look less stiff.
If he was like frozen frost and snow just now, now it seemed as if a crack had appeared and he was gradually melting.
The two completely opposite temperaments miraculously merged in the same person, and Taihao became more and more mysterious amidst these changes.
Taihao said nothing.
With his brows lowered and his eyes hung low, he seemed to be doing as the old lady had instructed, concentrating on looking after the firewood without any other thoughts.
Wen Yu was bored and picked up a branch, scratching the ashes casually.
The seemingly snow-white ashes were filled with tiny unburned sparks, which lit up with a flickering red light as her hands moved.
It can be seen that everything is not as calm as it seems on the surface.
Wen Yu paused and had nothing to say.
They looked at each other in silence, with only the boiling soup and the lingering hot steam as their companions.
Why hasn’t this old lady come back yet?
She had lived in Xianchun Cottage before, although that was hundreds of years ago, but she vaguely remembered that the courtyard behind it was not far away.
It took so much effort just to get a few pieces of clothes.
The longer the time passed after grandma left, the more anxious Wen Yu became.
I just entered this Xianchun cottage with the Emperor because I was forced by the situation.
Now Wen Bao and Zhao Qiying are missing, and there is no clue about the strange aura in Houchun Mountain. According to the advice of the Four-Dayed Flower Demon, she must find a way to enter Xianchun Cottage to investigate.
Even if these were not important, she had no way of refutation of what the Emperor said, even in front of her grandmother.
But now she suddenly didn't want to care about so many things and just wanted to turn around and leave.
As for the strange things in the mountains, she will come back when she finds an opportunity.
Wen Yu's eyes moved, and her gaze seemed to pass over Tai Hao inadvertently.
In the past, when she was in the Temple of Spring, her master was kind and loving, Chi Huang was lively and free, the lotus in the Three Lights Divine Pool was noisy, and the beasts on the green tiles were noisy. She had never seen a person as quiet as water and as cold as ice as Emperor Taihao.
It is like the last cedar tree on the top of a snowy mountain.
cedar?
Thinking of this, Wen Yu was stunned.
He and Song Linsheng are...very different.
She clearly knew that Emperor Taihao was not Song Linsheng, but she couldn't help but compare the two.
Wen Yu was indignant and even more angry.
How can he compare to Song Linsheng?
Wen Yu increased the strength in her hands, stirring the ashes faster. She couldn't help but look away and cast her eyes towards the window frame not far away.
Behind the half-open window, several wintersweets are in full bloom.
Thousands of branches and dots of light yellow appear particularly beautiful in the twilight.
It's almost night.
Suddenly, a breeze blew in from the gap, making the window sash creak and bringing a cool fragrance to Wen Yu.
The cold fragrance was accompanied by a chilly wind, causing Wen Yu to shrink back half an inch, and the movements of her hands also lost their original control over their strength.
Without noticing, the branch quickly scratched the ashes, causing them to fly up, and the sparks contained in them also moved wildly, rolling up dots of scarlet.
Wen Yu reacted quickly upon seeing this and hurriedly waved her sleeves to block it.
However, the sparks seemed to have eyes. Although they were flying wildly, they all condensed into ice the moment they were about to hit Wen Yu, and then turned into drops of water vapor and disappeared.
Wen Yu couldn't see the expression in Taihao's eyes because of the icy blue light, but she clearly felt that compared to his calmness just now, he seemed to have some other thoughts at this moment, which he was trying hard to suppress.
Judging from the situation, it must have been the Emperor who stopped Mars just now.
Whether in the past or now, Emperor Taihao has helped her many times...
If she didn't know why before, she now understood a little bit.
Wen Yu frowned slightly, but did not say a word. She just threw away the branch with one hand and brushed off the dust on the fox fur with the other.
Since the other person didn't say anything, why should she be so attentive?
However, she had ruined the snow-white robe beyond recognition while trying to disguise herself.
After all, they are Yu Chang's clothes, she should take better care of them.
Watching Wen Yu fixing her sleeves and skirt, Tai Hao said nothing, but the broken snow and ice between her brows had melted away without her knowing when.
Outside the window was a scene of greenery and vitality, inside the house was the warm yellow candlelight and glow, Wen Yu sat around the wood stove, her fox fur cloak, though stained with mud, was still white... a little dazzling.
Tai Hao was silent for a moment, watching Wen Yu adjust her robe in silence.
In the past, Ju Mang had just acquired this disciple and personally transplanted his original body into the Spring Temple, making the entire East Heaven Court know about it.
He is naturally no exception.
But at that time he was not in the East Heaven Court and rarely met Wen Yujun.
Now, including the times in the main hall of the Netherworld Palace, in front of the jade steps at the edge of the Broken Clouds, in the sea of clouds at the Zhuoying Palace, and now in the courtyard of Houchun Mountain, he and Wen Yujun have only met four times.
It was indeed inappropriate for him to say such things outside the hospital.
Not to mention, she is also...Jumang's disciple.
Tai Hao half-closed his brows, his crow-feather-like eyelashes covering the turmoil in his eyes. He said in a low and restrained voice, "I said that just now because..."
Her hands kept moving as Wen Yu aimlessly brushed the fur on the fox fur, letting the tingling sensation spread across her palms and then all over her body.
"It doesn't matter why. Reputation is nothing to us." Wen Yu refuted Tai Hao's words without a care in the world. "Besides, the Emperor is the master of the Zhuoying Palace. Why would he argue with a lowly immortal like me?"
Although she often dominated the Spring Temple, she knew in her heart that she was nothing compared to the Zhuoying Palace.
"I..." Tai Hao seemed to have not expected Wen Yu to respond. He pondered but didn't know what to say.
Wen Yu's expression remained normal, but she stopped what she was doing and looked up at Tai Hao without hesitation, "Isn't it, Emperor?"
Her tone was smooth and without any pauses, but within just a few words she left Taihao speechless.
The latter felt a lump in his throat, and the chill that had just dissipated gathered again between his brows, almost enveloping him completely.
He wanted to say that he had not meant that, but after thinking it over, he felt that there was no way to argue.
The so-called Lord of Zhuoying Palace, Emperor Taihao, was placed high up on a pedestal like a gorgeous flower stand, with fruits, candlesticks, sacrificial offerings and incense in front of him.
The person sitting on it could be an immortal official, a god or a Buddha, but he is not himself.
After a long while, just when Wen Yu thought he wouldn't answer——
Tai Hao spoke obscurely, his words coming out with difficulty, "It was I who offended Wen Yujun."
No matter what, his and Wen Yujun's identities are already there, and anything more he says will seem like the pretense of a vested interest.
His eyes turned, Tai Hao frowned and looked away, no longer meeting Wen Yu's gaze.
And where he couldn't see, Wen Yu frowned, as if he remembered something.
"What are you saying, Emperor? If you want to say something offensive, it should be said by this little immortal."
Although she said the offense, Wen Yu's face did not show any guilt at all. She was completely different from the panic and guilty look she had shown when she was discussing it with Chi Huang in the Temple of Spring.
Tai Hao's gaze shifted for a moment and then focused on Wen Yu's face again. Although he was a little confused, he was not in a hurry to urge her. He just waited quietly for Wen Yu to continue.
He just looked at Wen Yu silently without saying a word, but during this period of silent eye contact, Wen Yu's arrogance subsided for no reason.
Even Wen Yu herself was puzzled. This Emperor had neither intimidation nor pretension, so how could she...
Wen Yu turned away, her flickering gaze darting around, finally casting a random glance at the wintersweet outside the window.
The branches of flowers tremble and the cold fragrance dances.
"The Emperor has been traveling in the lower world for many years, and many things have happened in Zhuoying Palace. The Emperor may not know about it yet." Wen Yu's voice became a little lighter, no longer as abrupt as the pebbles he had just thrown.
Regardless, the person sitting before her now was Emperor Taihao of the Zhuying Palace...
She recalled many things from the past, and it was only with hindsight that she came to realize them.
The one who is not in the right is Wen Yu.
Now she is not sure about the emperor's temper, so it is better for her to restrain herself.
If you make a mistake, you will bring shame to the Temple of Spring.
Anyway, he was his Emperor Taihao, and she was her Immortal Wenyu. After leaving Xianchun Cottage, they went their separate ways.
Perhaps due to the firelight, Wen Yu's face turned red and white. As she figured out the key to this, her voice became even lower.
"I entered the Zhuoying Palace without permission and accidentally injured the immortal tree. However, I still have my master's orders. Once this matter is settled, I will return to the Zhuoying Palace and apologize to the Emperor..."
The flames licked the clay pot, causing the soup inside to boil. A constant stream of aroma and heat emerged from it, creating a hazy space between Wen Yu and Tai Hao.
Wen Yu couldn't see clearly, but she felt for some reason that the Emperor's eyebrows and eyes had softened a little.
Maybe it was just an illusion caused by the mist...
"Why is it so?"
The taciturn Emperor Taihao spoke more frequently, and even after saying something, he would add to it, fearing that Wen Yu would misunderstand him.
"Wen Yujun, don't worry."
"What?" Wen Yu was stunned. The short four words made her unable to recover.
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