"What do you want to know about Feng Yufei, Xiao Liu?" Zhong Fengyue continued from her previous words and asked.
Su Xiaoliu gritted her teeth. Thinking that this young master was not an outsider anyway, she stood up, took out the phoenix painting hidden in the cloth, walked up to Zhong Fengyue, and said, "There are other words written on this painting. You need to wet it with water to see them..."
Zhong Fengyue frowned slightly. He looked at the painting. Su Xiaoliu unfolded it. It was a vivid painting of a phoenix in flight. But... what did she mean by there being other words on the painting?
Su Xiaoliu was anxious and didn't know how to explain. Suddenly, she saw the half - drunk tea beside her. Her eyes lit up. She quickly picked up the teacup and dipped a little water on the place where the words had appeared before.
The water soaked that part of the painting, but no words emerged.
Su Xiaoliu frowned. She dipped some more water on it, but it was still blank...
"Phoenix in flight, relying on the parasol tree; phoenix in flight, with fluttering feathers..." It was right after this. There was no mistake. Why was it still blank after wetting it with water?
Su Xiaoliu stared blankly at the painting, lost in thought.
Zhong Fengyue saw her constantly wetting the painting with water and didn't understand what she was doing. He looked up at Su Xiaoliu and softly asked, "What's wrong?"
Su Xiaoliu suddenly came back to her senses. She put the painting away again, wrapped it in the cloth, and said with a smile, "Maybe I was wrong." It shouldn't be. The words were clearly on this painting. She shouldn't have been wrong.
Zhong Fengyue nodded, thinking that she might have had an illusion due to over - tiredness recently. He stood up, picked up the empty porcelain cup, and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back first. If you have anything, you can come to my room. Go to bed early. Mrs. Xiao will come to find you tomorrow."
Su Xiaoliu quickly stood up and sent him to the door. Looking at the porcelain cup in his hand, she thought for a while and whispered, "Thank you, Young Master Zhong."
Zhong Fengyue was taken aback for a moment, then his lips curled up and he softly said, "You're welcome."
Su Xiaoliu smiled, and her face felt a little hot.
After the door closed, Su Xiaoliu couldn't calm down for a long time.
One was about the painting of Feng Yufei, and the other was about Zhong Fengyue...
Su Xiaoliu shook her head, changed her clothes, and blew out the candle.
Outside the window, all was silent.
The next day, in the early morning.
The coachman was already waiting at the inn gate with two carriages.
Su Xiaoliu tidied up her sleeves, looked back at Mo Xin who was walking out of the door, and the two of them walked towards the carriages together.
When she reached the carriage, Su Xiaoliu looked up and saw Chu Weixin in a cyan long robe. Since Chu Weixin had changed back into men's clothes, Su Xiaoliu had become more cautious around him. When he dressed as a woman before, she always forgot that he was a man. Now, she would never get closer to him. Looking at Zhong Fengyue beside her, dressed in white and holding a long sword, Su Xiaoliu suddenly felt refreshed. Young Master Zhong was really good - looking.
"Get in the carriage," Zhong Fengyue walked over, looked down at her and said.
"Okay."
Su Xiaoliu nodded, tied up her package, and bent down to get into the carriage.
Chu Weixin glanced at Su Xiaoliu without saying much. He waited for Mo Xin to get into the carriage first, and then he followed.
The two carriages turned around and drove out of Daowen Town one after another.
Su Xiaoliu quite liked Daowen Town. Not only did it have a bit of the flavor of the capital, but also because the town was very lively and held many beautiful wishes... Thinking of this, Su Xiaoliu remembered the incident of falling into the lake last night, and her face showed a look of gloom again.
"Are you feeling better today?" Zhong Fengyue saw her frowning and asked with concern.
Su Xiaoliu quickly relaxed her brows, nodded, and said, "I'm fine, fine. Thank you for the ginger soup, Young Master Zhong."
Zhong Fengyue smiled, his lips curving up, and softly said, "Are you thanking the ginger soup or me?"
Su Xiaoliu was taken aback. She didn't expect the young master to be so picky about words. She blinked her eyes and said, "Of course, I'm thanking the young master!"
Zhong Fengyue's smile became even more charming, which made Su Xiaoliu's ears burn. She quickly shifted her gaze and looked out of the window.
"What were you looking for a few days ago, Xiao Liu?" Zhong Fengyue suddenly asked.
Su Xiaoliu was first puzzled, and then suddenly remembered the matter of the silver hairpin.
She sat up straight, looked at Zhong Fengyue, and said, "I lost... I lost a hairpin and haven't been able to find it..."
Zhong Fengyue was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that silver hairpin...
He pursed his lips and said with a smile, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten. Is it a silver hairpin?"
Su Xiaoliu widened her almond eyes and looked at him, saying, "How do you know, Young Master?"
Zhong Fengyue smiled slightly, lowered his ink - black eyes, and gently untied the package with his slender fingers. He handed over a shiny silver hairpin and said, "I picked it up at the Pingshan Assembly last time. I thought it was dropped by one of Master Tong's female disciples, so I never had a chance to return it. Since it's yours, I'll return it to you."
Su Xiaoliu took the silver hairpin. Her hand paused for a moment. She pursed her lips and smiled, lowering her eyes and saying, "Actually, it's not mine. It belongs to an old friend of mine."
Zhong Fengyue looked at her through the white gauze hat. Her rosy lips on her chin were slightly parted. He really wanted to call out those two intimate words, but he could only hold them back in his heart.
"It's good that you've found it back," Zhong Fengyue said with a smile.
Su Xiaoliu nodded, put away the hairpin, and then looked up at Zhong Fengyue, saying, "He may not forgive me." There was a faint sadness in her almond eyes.
It was her selfishness, her love for wealth and dislike for poverty. It was her who had left him abruptly, thinking that leaving him some money could make up for everything. She was wrong. She was really wrong...
Zhong Fengyue was stunned. He quietly looked at Su Xiaoliu and said, "He won't." He will forgive her. But would she forgive him after she knew everything?
Su Xiaoliu looked up at him and smiled brightly, saying, "Young Master Zhong is really a good person."
That smile was like a quietly blooming peach blossom, neither charming nor gaudy, just elegant and refined, beautiful to the bottom of one's heart... Yun Ruo herself might be just like this.
Zhong Fengyue curved his lips. A gentle breeze blew, gently fluttering the white gauze.
The sky was misty, the green mountains were dimly visible, and the flowing water was far - reaching.
The carriage traveled for a while. At noon, it stopped at a small fishing village.
Su Xiaoliu and her group got off the carriage and went in to find a simple tavern to take a temporary rest.
Mo Xin took out a white handkerchief and wiped the table. As soon as Su Xiaoliu sat down, she heard a group of people not far away talking about something.
"I heard that there were a lot of things happening at this Pingshan Assembly in the martial arts world," a man with his chest bare raised his wine cup and said to the others.
The others were intrigued and all pricked up their ears to listen.
A younger man put down his chopsticks and asked, "What were those things? We're not people in the martial arts world. We really don't know anything about the martial arts world. We only know the names of a few martial arts treasures."