Chapter 27 Writing a Letter to Seek Advice Chapter 27 Writing...
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Writing a Letter to Seek Advice
As soon as Gongzi Yu saw it raining outside, he knew things were going badly. Sure enough, when he looked at the mirror in the room, the person in the mirror slowly changed their expression.
"Damn it!" Young Master Mingyue jumped up and down in anger. "I haven't even become friends with Linghao yet, and you've already run off so far."
After his anger subsided, he calmed down. He realized he had gone too far, and it was no wonder Ling Hao kept her distance. But... but... Gongzi Mingyue felt wronged. He genuinely wanted to be friends with her; he truly had no ill intentions, he just...
He just wanted a sliver of sunlight to fall on him, even just a tiny bit. Young Master Mingyue sat down, utterly dejected.
After an unknown amount of time, Gongzi Mingyue looked up. The desolation in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a burning sense of anticipation and hope.
He had never made friends, nor did he know how, but some people did. He wrote to her to ask, and if she refused to tell him, he would go to the imperial palace in the capital and bother her every day. Whenever he appeared, he would go and bother her. With so many things on her mind, she certainly couldn't tolerate it.
Without hesitation, Gongzi Mingyue sat down at the table and began writing a letter, including his little threat.
The emperor, who received the letter some time later, was speechless.
She was the emperor, not some bored playboy who helped others pursue their lovers! Even so, she remembered that her younger brother had at least offered a few suggestions since it was the first time he'd made a request. As for whether it would work out, she couldn't guarantee.
Let's rewind. Since Ling Hao and Lu Xiaofeng knew each other and happened to be staying at the same inn, they decided to have dinner together that evening. Four or five dishes and a pot of wine were laid out on the table, giving the impression of a reunion of old friends.
Lu Xiaofeng poured himself a glass of wine, then looked up at Ling Hao, "Miss Ling, are you really not going to have a drink?"
Ling Hao shook her head. "No matter how good the wine is, I can't drink it." She's always found the taste of wine strange. She doesn't appreciate what others call mellow or fragrant. To her, wine is just wine, and it doesn't taste good at all. She only finds it pleasant when she's cooking with it.
However, she didn't feel like she had lost anything, since she could drink other things if she didn't drink alcohol.
Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "Everyone has their own preferences." With that, he downed the wine in his cup in one gulp. "Not bad."
Actually, the wine in this inn was only so-so; after all, it wasn't a proper restaurant, and you could tell it was bought from another tavern just by tasting it. However, it wasn't diluted with water, so the taste was quite good. After spending three days in a pit in the wild, this wine was quite good for Lu Xiaofeng.
"Hmm, not bad." Ling Hao nodded in agreement, but she wasn't referring to the wine, but rather the food. The guests at the inn still ate here; the innkeeper had specially hired a good cook. The wine was so-so, but the food was truly delicious.
"It's really good." Lu Xiaofeng took a bite and nodded.
Linghao looked at the dishes on the table and suddenly thought of a TV series she had watched before, where martial arts heroes would order three catties of beef from the restaurant without hesitation. Now that she was actually in the martial arts world, she realized how absurd that statement was.
Even in the martial arts world, you can't just casually touch oxen; there's hardly any beef, let alone three pounds at a time. Thinking of this, Linghao smiled.
"What is it that you're thinking about, Miss?" Lu Xiaofeng asked curiously.
“I’ve read some novels about the martial arts world before,” Ling Hao said, recounting the story of the three catties of beef.
Lu Xiaofeng immediately laughed, "If there really were such a shop, I would definitely go there every day and ask the shopkeeper to dye three catties of beef for me each time." He had been in the martial arts world for a while, but he hadn't been able to eat beef many times. The few times he had eaten beef were thanks to Hua Manlou.
If such a good place really existed, he would definitely stay there until all the beef was gone before leaving. Lu Xiaofeng was a hard-working person. For example, in order to win the bet against Sikong Zhaixing, he stayed in that pit for three days, eating nothing but steamed buns with water.
But Lu Xiaofeng is also someone who knows how to enjoy life. He can travel a hundred miles and wait a month for a single dish. So if there really is a place that sells beef, he will definitely wait there indefinitely.
"Sigh." Linghao couldn't help but sigh when beef was mentioned. "I really want to eat beef." In the past, she could eat beef whenever she wanted, except for those three years when she never had a chance to not have it. Even if things weren't going well at home, there were always various restaurants outside.
She ended up here and hadn't eaten beef even once, so sad QAQ. Linghao touched the round pendant hanging on her chest, cursing her ancestors in her mind. Why did they have to send her to a place like this?
Although learning martial arts and swordsmanship made her happy, and fulfilling her martial arts dream by traveling the martial arts world made her even happier, she still wanted to go home. Leaving aside beef, barbecue, and crayfish, even her cell phone was something she longed for. However, Ling Hao wasn't discouraged, because she believed she could go home. As for when she could go home, or whether there was any basis for it, she had no evidence. But that didn't matter; her intuition told her she could go home.
It was a kind of preordained feeling, and Linghao praised this so highly, calling it a hint from her ancestors. Yes, Linghao is a very fair and just person; even ancestors deserve praise or criticism without hesitation.
Your ancestors: "..."
Lu Xiaofeng laughed when he heard Ling Hao's words, "Hahaha, I want to eat it too. If I happen to come across it next time, I'll definitely tell you."
"Okay," Ling Hao nodded. "I'll tell you if I run into them."
The two sat facing each other, eating and chatting. To be precise, Lu Xiaofeng was telling Ling Hao about some unspoken rules in the martial arts world. Of course, capable people could disregard these so-called rules, but knowing them wouldn't do any harm, and sometimes it could even save some trouble.
Lu Xiaofeng could tell that Ling Hao was probably new to the world of martial arts and didn't understand many things, not even some of the underworld slang. He wondered if Ling Hao's master or elders had ever told him.
He is an open and honest person, and also a curious person; if he wanted to know something, he just asked directly.
“No.” Linghao said, somewhat frustrated, “My master just kicked me down the mountain without saying anything.”
A note from the author:
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It's late at night, and I'm craving beef too.
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