Somehow, the more he explained, the more misunderstandings he caused. In the end, her face turned red and she couldn't help but let her imagination run wild.
Is he talking about the cuckold or himself
She didn't know if it was Wang Ba, but if it was him.
It seems... quite big.
Rong Shang had no idea what she was thinking. Seeing her keeping her head down and not saying anything, he just thought she was unhappy.
He stood up and bowed to her: "My words are clumsy, please forgive me, Immortal Lord."
Yu Zhengzheng raised her eyes slightly, facing the orange candlelight, and caught a glimpse of his blood-red lips.
Seven years have passed in a flash, and his appearance seems to have not changed much.
Or in other words, Rong Shang's appearance has never changed since she first saw him.
We have known each other for more than fourteen years, and she has grown from a little girl who staggered with every step to a graceful young lady.
And he always looked like a young and picturesque boy.
Her eyes were stunned, staring at him intently.
Feeling the burning gaze on his face, he raised his drooping eyes slightly and looked back at her.
The snow was white, and the moonlight was all over the ground. The bright moonlight reflected on her jet-black hair, making her eyebrows and eyes look gentle, as if covered by a layer of pure white holy light.
His Adam's apple rolled, his eyes stayed for only a moment, then he turned his head away: "It's getting late, Immortal Venerable, do you want to go back?"
Yu Zhengzheng, who was in a trance, was called back to reality by his slightly hoarse voice. She lowered her eyes and looked at the white snowflakes falling to her toes: "Walk with me."
Rong Shang was silent for a long time. After an unknown amount of time, he finally responded in a low voice: "Okay."
Yu Zhengzheng was about to leave when she found that there was still half a bowl of turtle soup left.
Although she said she was working hard to improve her cooking skills, in fact, she had not been in the kitchen many times in the past seven years.
It’s not that she was lazy, it’s mainly because the people from the Ghost Sect didn’t let her enter the kitchen.
She often missed Rong Shang. Whenever she saw the dragon tendon left by Rong Shang, she couldn't help but think of his muttering when he gave the dragon tendon to her.
—The dragon tendons can be used to make soup. Since you are not good at making soup, I have left a subordinate with excellent cooking skills for you.
Whenever she thought of what he said, she would rush into the kitchen and stay there day and night to cook and stew soup. She would be responsible for the meals for the entire Guixu Mountain for three to five days.
But it seemed that every time she cooked, Pei Qian would be terrified.
If Pei Qian sensed that she intended to go into the kitchen, he would find an excuse to leave in advance, for fear of being caught by her and used as a guinea pig for the experiment.
Actually, the dishes she cooked tasted pretty good, but for some reason, the soup she stewed was a little hard to describe.
Those who knew her thought she was making soup, while those who didn’t thought she was cooking shit.
Basically, every time she cooked, the utilization rate of the vacant toilets in Guixu Mountain would soar to 300%, and within three to five days, the whole mountain would be filled with the smell of shit.
After experiencing the stench several times, the meals she cooked were boycotted by the members of the Ghost Sect.
But for some reason, even so, every time she stewed soup, she still had a mysterious confidence.
Yu Zhengzheng reached out to the soup bowl, ready to pour out the remaining turtle soup: "Let's go for a walk in the city. There is no curfew in Luancheng at night. I'll take you to a restaurant for a good meal."
One step faster than her, he picked up the soup bowl and drank the turtle soup in the bowl, leaving only an empty turtle shell.
She was slightly startled, but saw him carrying the bowl into the kitchen, apparently to wash the dishes.
After washing her face, she walked out while wiping her fingers carefully with a silk handkerchief.
This scene was very familiar. He had always wiped his fingers in this way after killing someone in the past.
It’s just that today he was wiping water, but in the past he was wiping blood.
Yu Zhengzheng sighed lightly, it seemed that he really had lost his memory.
In fact, she didn't understand why Lu Renjia was willing to sacrifice his own life to save Rong Shang.
Lu Renjia's spiritual power was almost completely dissipated, and he had long shown signs of dying. It was truly remarkable that he had managed to hold on for so many years.
Even if he added the spiritual power she transferred to Lu Renjia, he would die in two or three years at most.
Although he won't live long, he should cherish his life more as he gets closer to the end of his life.
Xue Xi was his fellow disciple and the object of his admiration. When Xue Xi was dying, he did not have the courage to exchange his life for hers.
He had never met Rong Shang before, so why was he willing to extend Rong Shang's life
Yu Zhengzheng couldn't figure it out. She saw Rongshang walking further and further away, and in the blink of an eye he had climbed over the wall. She had no choice but to give up her wild thoughts and quickly followed him.
She was as light as a swallow. She tiptoed and leaped onto the wall.
Looking at her face in the snow, she did not jump down immediately. Instead, she turned sideways, tiptoed lightly, opened her arms slightly, and walked along the eaves.
The goose-feather white snow was like cotton wool, floating down on her shoulders. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if she had transformed into the beautiful heroine of a Korean drama.
One step, two steps, she was like an elegant white swan, slightly raising her chin, revealing her slender white neck.
Yu Zhengzheng didn't even need to lower her head to know that Rong Shang, who was standing on the other side of the eaves, was staring at her.
She raised her lips and chuckled. She was no longer the naive and ignorant Yu Zhengzheng from seven years ago. She was now Niu Hulu Yu Zhengzheng.
Even if he had lost his memory, as long as she gave her ten days, she could make him fall in love with her again.
Next, it’s time to test her acting skills.
Since ancient times, heroes saving beauties has been the catalyst for love.
According to the hundreds of old melodramatic novels she had read, if a beautiful woman fell from a great height, there would surely be a handsome young man who would catch her and spin her around as if he were standing on a merry-go-round.
If she accidentally slipped and fell, Rongshang would definitely catch her without hesitation.
By then, the two of them will hug each other in the snow and look into each other's eyes. Why would they worry about not creating the spark of love
Yu Zhengzheng's smile became more and more charming. Her raised toes tilted slightly two inches and her body suddenly lost its balance.
In her eyes, she gently waved her arms like the wings of a dancing butterfly.
She shook off the hairpin in her hair, and her jet-black hair instantly fell to her waist. The white snowflakes came towards her with the breeze, blowing the black hair on her temples across her cheeks.
So poignant and touching.
In fact, Yu Zhengzheng's arms flapped back and forth like a giant moth.
She shook her head vigorously, and a cold wind blew her hair into a mess, covering her face like black sheep dung.
He glanced at her, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and then took a step back calmly.
There was no embrace as expected.
There was no spinning in circles as expected.
There was no hero to save the beauty as expected.
Yu Zhengzheng fell headfirst into the snow, leaving a human-shaped figure that looked like a murder scene.
Fortunately, the snow was thick enough and it didn't hurt when she fell. But if there was no snow, she would have definitely suffered a concussion today.
The smile on Yu Zhengzheng's lips froze. After a long while, she raised her head from the snow pit. She looked at Rong Shang with a grim face: "Why didn't you catch me?"
Rong Shang looked innocent: "Men and women should not touch each other."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
Her facial muscles twitched twice, the blue veins in her temples throbbed, and for a moment she couldn't think of any words to refute.
Yu Zhengzheng was so angry that he couldn't vent it, so he could only get up, brush off the snow on his body, and rush forward.
Rong Shang followed behind her, keeping a distance from her that was neither too far nor too close.
There were two footprints in the snow, one big and one small. The silvery moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and the bright stars flickered slightly, reflecting the elongated figures of the two people.
At some point, the two of them walked to the gate of Luancheng.
There was no curfew in Luancheng, and the city gates were usually not strictly guarded. But today, for some reason, the guards guarding the city gates just saw that she had disheveled hair and insisted that her behavior was suspicious. They stopped her and refused to let her in.
After all, it was New Year's Eve, and Yu Zhengzheng didn't want to argue with the guards, but the hairpin she used to tie her hair was lost in Honglian Temple, and she couldn't go back to look for it now.
In desperation, she had to plead with the guards: "I just lost my hairpin by accident, I'm not a bad person."
The guard said in a tough tone: "A villain will naturally not admit that he is a villain. There are distinguished guests arriving in the city tonight. If you want to enter the city, you should wait until tomorrow morning."
Yu Zhengzheng was choked by the guard and was speechless. She had to admit that what the guard said seemed to make sense.
She was about to challenge the guard again, but before she could say anything, she felt a large, cold hand slowly reaching behind her neck.
He used his fingers as a comb to smooth out her wind-messy black hair. He held her long hair with his slender fingertips and tied the black hair that hung around her waist with a red string with golden bells.
A cold wind blew with snowflakes, and the golden bells collided with each other, making a crisp sound of "ding-dang-dang", like the ethereal sound of wind chimes.
The wind never stops, but the bells never stop ringing.
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him: "Didn't you say that men and women shouldn't touch each other?"
Rong Shang nodded and explained in a low voice: "The Immortal Venerable will soon become my Master. Once a teacher, always a father."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
Yu Zhengzheng: "Then don't call me Immortal Venerable anymore."
Rong Shang: "Hmm?"
Yu Zhengzheng: "I will soon be your father. From now on, you don't have to be polite to your father. Just call me daddy."
On: "…"
Seeing that he remained silent, she snorted and walked towards the guards: "Can I come in this time?"
The guard shook his head: "There is a curfew tonight. No one will be allowed in after 15:30."
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned for a moment: "When did it become past the third quarter of the evening?"
The guard didn't even think about it and responded with an extremely bad attitude: "Just before you asked me, 'Can I come in this time?'"
Yu Zhengzheng's face turned dark: "Are you kidding me?"
He was not allowed in because of his disheveled hair, and what was the curse of the door? There were not so many things happening yesterday. How could this distinguished guest have the nerve to let an entire city change its rules for him
Perhaps sensing the cold murderous aura coming, the guard subconsciously drew his sword and pointed it at Yu Zhengzheng: "Someone come! Someone is trying to force his way through the city gate!"
The guard who was still shouting the previous moment was kicked into the city gate by Yu Zhengzheng in the blink of an eye.
The guard's sword arm was broken, he wailed and cursed, and the other guards also rushed towards her.
She didn't want to waste any more time, so she quickly dealt with the remaining guards. She stepped on the guards' chests and slowly patted the dust off the corners of their clothes: "What bad luck."
As soon as she finished speaking, the tightly closed city gate was pushed open from the inside. Leading the group was a young man in a satin robe and brocade clothes, followed by a dozen guards.
Yu Zhengzheng didn't even raise his head: "Let's go together. Don't waste my time."
When the young master in brocade clothes saw her, he was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but smiled and said, "Miss Yu, long time no see."
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. When she saw that familiar face, her body stiffened slightly: "Zhou, Brother Zhou Shen..."
When she left, Zhou Shen was not yet 20 years old. Seven years have passed, and his appearance has not changed much, except that the immaturity of his youth has faded, leaving only the calmness and peace after experiencing the vicissitudes of life.
Zhou Shen glanced at the guards on the ground and at the city gate, his face still gentle: "Is Miss Yu injured?"
Yu Zhengzheng looked embarrassed. She was naturally not injured. The injured ones were the guards on the city gate who could not even scratch off the gate.
She removed her left foot from the guard's chest and said unnaturally, "I'm fine. Why is Brother Zhou here?"
Zhou Shen is the prime minister, and Luancheng is just one of the many cities in the State of Chu. Why did the prime minister come to Luancheng instead of staying in the capital
He smiled and patiently explained, "I was ordered by the Emperor to represent the State of Chu to go to Guixu Mountain to participate in the apprenticeship assessment. Today I came to Luancheng to revisit my hometown, but I didn't expect to meet an old friend again."
Yes, when they heard that the ancestor who had been in seclusion in Guixu Mountain was going to come out to accept disciples, emperors from various countries vied to send envoys, and Zhou Shen was one of them.
Rong Sheng, who was standing behind her, heard Zhou Shen's words and walked up to him and said, "This is..."
Yu Zhengzheng was very quick. She covered Rong Shang’s mouth with her backhand, blocking him from saying anything else.
Zhou Shen looked puzzled: "What?"
She shook her head: "Nothing."
Seeing that he wanted to ask more questions, Yu Zhengzheng had to try hard to change the subject. She looked at the big white dog next to Zhou Shen and squatted down with a smile: "This dog is so cute."
This dog is snow-white all over, with fluffy fur, and looks very much like a modern Samoyed.
It was digging a hole, and while digging, it was chewing something with its mouth, as if there were some delicious food buried in the snow.
Because of her appearance, she didn't like dogs very much. Whenever she saw a dog, she would remember that she had washed white clothes for a dog by hand for seven years.
But she really had no other topic to change the subject to, so she had to settle for changing the subject to the dog.
Zhou Shen thought she liked the dog, so he pushed it towards her: "This is called Snow Dog, it was given to me by the Lord of Luan City. If Miss Yu likes it, I'll give it to you."
The snow dog was very enthusiastic. It rushed up to her and threw itself into her arms, licking her face with its pink tongue.
Yu Zhengzheng was caught off guard by the licking and didn't even have time to dodge before the drool flowed all over her face.
She subconsciously raised her arm, wanting to punch the dog on the head, but when it was halfway in the air, she realized belatedly that Rong Shang and Zhou Shen were standing beside her.
I don't know what she suddenly remembered. She paused, held its head with both hands, and gently stroked its fur.
She leaned over and kissed the dog: "What a good dog."
Yu Zhengzheng knew that men all liked girls who cared for small animals.
Especially Rong Shang, with his cold-blooded and ruthless temperament, the fact that he could raise a dog in Penglai Mountain for seven years was enough to show how much he loved dogs.
To conquer a man, you must cater to his preferences.
"Immortal Venerable..."
Sure enough, she heard Rong Shang's call from behind.
She understood deeply that Rong Shang must have been moved by her kindness and sincerity.
He must have wanted to praise her, praise her for her love, and praise her for her beauty and kindness.
But she couldn't accept his compliments yet, she needed to add more fuel to the fire.
Yu Zhengzheng put her white fingertips to the corner of her lips and made a 'hush' gesture: "Wait a moment."
Rong Shang was stunned for a moment: "But..."
She stopped him, leaned over and kissed the dog again: "I like dogs the most."
This time, Rong Shang remained silent.
After Yu Zhengzheng had kissed her enough, she raised her head and asked, "What did you want to say just now?"
Rong Shang pointed to the snow pit that the snow dog had just dug: "It just ate shit."