Xiao Rong slept for only an hour and then woke up hungry.
Seeing this, Ashu immediately brought over the prepared food.
Xiao Rong waved his hand: "No, no, I'll go downstairs to eat."
Sitting at the table, Xiao Rong ate voraciously. He did not eat the cake given by Zhuang Weizi, and he did not eat the dry food given by Jian Qiao on the way back because he felt it scratched his throat. Now that he finally saw something edible, Xiao Rong was almost in tears.
Ah Shu was five years younger than Xiao Rong. Seeing how he ate, he smiled kindly, "I knew that the Master must have nothing to eat outside. No wonder everyone says that the Master is spoiled."
Xiao Rong: “…”
He put down his chopsticks and asked unhappily, "Who? Who said I was delicate? Was it Qu Yunmie?"
Ah Shu was stunned: "No, it was those people I met before. How could Langzhu think that it was the king who said that?"
Xiao Rong was choked by his words.
He didn't know, he just thought it out of reflex, well... it wasn't his fault anyway, it was Qu Yunmie who had a prejudice against him.
Thinking of these two words, Xiao Rong viciously poked the food on the plate with his chopsticks. He would remember Jian Qiao's words for the rest of his life.
Ashu looked at him cautiously: "Master, are you angry?"
Xiao Rong paused, pulled out the chopsticks, and said nonchalantly: "No, why should I be angry? They are all irrelevant people. Don't worry, your master is not a grudge holder."
Ashu: “…………”
Just by listening, he felt guilty for his master.
After a moment of silence, Ah Shu said, "My dear, I think Sen Wan has done a good job... The King is pretty good."
Xiao Rong looked at Ah Shu in disbelief: "Why do you say that?"
Ah Shu looked back at Xiao Rong as if it was a matter of course: "Because he saved the Master. If he hadn't come to visit the Master last night, perhaps no one would have discovered that the Master had been kidnapped. He also decided to send troops to chase after him without delaying for a moment. It can be seen that he still values the Master very much."
Xiao Rong was stunned. Qu Yunmie had never told him these things.
In Ashu's opinion, Qu Yunmie saved Xiao Rong, so he was the great benefactor of their Xiao family. But when he thought about how Xiao Rong treated his benefactor behind his back...so, he wanted to muster up the courage to say a few good words for Qu Yunmie, which would be his way of repaying Qu Yunmie.
Ah Shu continued, "When you were asleep, the king came to see you again and left a few guards outside, saying that they would protect you in the future. Now your treatment is the same as Prime Minister Gao's."
Xiao Rong: “…”
He remained silent, his brows slightly furrowed. Ah Shu blinked and said the last sentence: "Master, isn't there a saying that a life-saving grace should be repaid with a spring of gratitude?"
Xiao Rong's tone was flat: "That's called repaying a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude."
Ah Shu: "Yes, if a drop of water can make a spring, then saving my life will be even more indebted."
Xiao Rong: "...What else can I do? I have already given myself to him, and I am busy with his affairs every day and night. If you add to the stakes, I should pledge my love to him."
This made Ah Shu blush, and he quickly said, "Master, you are speaking without thinking again."
Xiao Rong turned his head away and ignored him.
Ashu scratched his hair. In fact, he didn't know how to express what he meant.
"My Lord has been working hard for the Zhenbei Army, and I have seen it all. My Lord also said that you will only be loyal to the King of Zhenbei. Now that you are here, you will not leave. Whether it is Linchuan or Xin'an, Ashu has followed my Lord, and will follow him forever. Ashu thought, since we are all going to take root here, this is my Lord's home, but——"
"Ashu doesn't understand why Master Lang doesn't intend to treat this place as his future home?"
Xiao Rong turned his head and looked into Ah Shu's clear and puzzled eyes. For the first time, he felt speechless.
On the other side, under the candlelight, Gao Xunzhi and Qu Yunmie sat in the bedroom and drank silently.
Their Zhenbei Army was a huge makeshift troupe, far away from other forces and political centers. No one was willing to travel across mountains and rivers to send them singers and dancers. Naturally, even if they were sent, they could not enter the palace. Qu Yunmie hated those decadent musics, which reminded him of his experience of attending a banquet at the Nanyong Palace when he was a teenager.
This scene, which looks a bit desolate, is very comfortable for Gao Xunzhi and Qu Yunmie. Life has ups and downs. They have tasted the taste of mud and water, and now they taste this wine. No matter which kind of wine it is, in the end, it will have a bit of the fishy sweetness of mud and water.
Qu Yunmie has a good alcohol tolerance, but the real boss is Gao Xunzhi. …
Having been in the Zhenbei Army for so many years, he was able to sweep the field as a scholar, and his drinking capacity was also a major factor in this.
After taking another sip, Gao Xunzhi put down the wine cup and looked at Qu Yunmie cheerfully: "I heard that the king sent a few guards to Xiao Rong?"
Qu Yunmie lowered his eyes and drank slowly before saying, "Hmm."
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