He stared at the clear black and white eyes in front of him, which were currently reflecting his motionless and calm face and the violently beating firelight on the side.
Her narrow fox eyes, naturally charming, were widened at this moment, making them less flirtatious and more coquettish.
Not to mention the beautiful face that gave birth to those eyes...
Why is there such a beautiful arc?
Zhao Rong looked away slightly, not daring to look any further or look into her eyes.
But her eyes were still on his face, he could feel it.
The crackling sound of the fire became louder, as if to release more heat, burning the two people who were silently "stalemate" aside.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips, feeling that a long time had passed, but the woman's question just now still echoed clearly in his ears, lingering on.
Zhao Rong studied it carefully, and there seemed to be a hint of joke in her voice.
It should...it shouldn't be what I thought.
He thought silently, his mind changing rapidly.
In fact, he had vaguely felt this sign for a long time, especially that night at Lanxi Manor, under the moonlight in front of the window, when she said she didn't want to be his sister anymore.
But after the two of them agreed to be good friends, he didn't think much about it. After all, he was afraid that he was just being sentimental.
But what is the situation at this time? Is she serious, is she just joking, or is it just a little girl's nonsense.
Furnace?
Is what she meant exactly what I thought?
By the way, she is a stupid girl who probably doesn't know what temptation is. She looked quite stupid before.
Zhao Rong complained secretly in his heart and didn't know how to answer. He was afraid that if he understood it wrong, it would be too embarrassing and shameful.
Su Xiaoxiao's eyes were all about him at this moment.
She carefully looked at the face that she found particularly annoying when they first met, especially the pair of "wretched" eyes that peeked at her through the gap between the bookshelf. She looked at it even more carefully now.
She was waiting quietly, but at a certain moment, she saw those eyes flickering and its owner's lips slightly parted, about to speak.
She suddenly felt her heart skip a beat.
The little fox demon suddenly said, "Huh, Zhao Rong, I'm just testing you to see if you are loyal enough, but you have been thinking about it for so long, so I am so disappointed."
After saying this, she saw Zhao Rong heaving a sigh of relief and looking at him. She quickly turned her gaze away and stared at the flames that made her breathless.
Her chest rose and fell.
Then, the little fox demon, who is the flower of the Su clan in Qiantang Mountain, raised his little head and said proudly:
"Of course the small furnace cauldron should be pleasing to Xiao Xiao's eyes. Well, it has to be one-tenth as good-looking as Xiao Xiao. Hmph, Zhao Rong, you are still far behind. One hundred of you are not enough, right?
, a thousand.”
Su Xiaoxiao glanced sideways at Zhao Rong.
The young Confucian scholar who had never wanted to be inferior in appearance in the past nodded quickly, "What Su Huxian said is absolutely true."
Su Xiaoxiao, a senior member of the Appearance Association, hummed twice, slightly raising her pointed chin like a white bamboo shoot, and a beautiful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, showing her royal contempt.
Zhao Rong coughed and saw that Liu Sanbian had left the fire at some point and was far ahead. He raised his head and asked, "Brother Sanbian, where are you going?"
"Gather firewood."
"Let's go, let's go, I'll go too."
Zhao Rong got up and caught up, and the two of them walked towards the dark mountain forest in the distance.
Su Xiaoxiao glanced at their backs with a smile on her face.
When they were out of sight, Su Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand and rubbed her face, tilted her head slightly, stared at the fire, quietly distracted, and murmured softly.
"Xiao Xiao is so pretty..."
A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Rong and Liu Sanbian returned with enough firewood to burn for one night.
Zhao Rong glanced at Su Xiaoxiao and found that she was holding the tip of a jade finger on her left hand in her mouth, sucking it time and time again, and holding an embroidery needle in her right hand.
"Stop embroidering, the light is so dark."
"oh."
Su Xiaoxiao responded softly, put the embroidery aside, hugged her knees, her pink lips still sucked on the pricked fingertips, and she quietly looked at the beating flames.
The three of them sat beside the fire, speechless for a moment.
Seeing this, Zhao Rong pursed his lips and suddenly his eyes lit up, "How about we chat for a while."
The other two people cast their gazes.
Zhao Rong coughed lightly and said, "You can say whatever you want. Well, I'll do it first."
"I was born in Qianjing of the Great Chu Dynasty and grew up in the Duke's Palace of Jingnan. However, my mother said that my hometown is in Nanxiaoyaozhou. I don't know if I have the opportunity to go back and visit..."
Zhao Rong squinted his eyes and slowly recalled the memories of this life.
After the memories of the two lives were merged, they became as one, as if they had all been experienced personally. Well, he had indeed experienced them all personally, it was just "separate".
Zhao Rong picked some memories that he suddenly wanted to talk about and talked about them.
"...At that time, I was crying loudly, covering my hands that were beaten red by Mr. Fang with the pointer, squatting on the ground, unwilling to get up, but Mr. Fang was unmoved and still asked me to copy "Qianjia Shi" a hundred times. "If I made a mistake in a word, I would add it ten times. At that time, I also complained about Mr. Fang's harshness. It was only later that I realized when I grew up, huh."
The young Confucian scholar paused, with a smile on his lips, and looked back to the south, which was the direction he came from.
The night is getting darker and the moonlight is flowing quietly.
Su Xiaoxiao held her head with her hands and listened carefully to his story. Sometimes she felt sad for him, and sometimes she laughed with him.
After an unknown period of time, Zhao Rong stopped and was silent for a while. He smiled at Su Xiaoxiao and said:
"What about you? I remember the first time I asked you your name. You said your name was Su Dahuang. Is this your friend?"
The little fox demon quickly shook his head, "No, Dahuang is a native dog, and he is very fierce. Every time I go down the mountain to the village, he will run out and chase me. Once, Xiaoxiao was almost bitten on the tail by it."
Thinking of this, Su Xiaoxiao was still frightened, and she puffed her lips, "So I can only find a way to sneak into Xiahe Village without it paying attention."
"However, later I changed my form and often brought it food, so it stopped biting me..."
The little fox demon smiled and narrowed his eyes, his tone a little proud.
So you think the name "Su Dahuang" is bluffing?
Zhao Rong suppressed his smile and nodded, "Yes, and later he helped you steal chickens, right?"
Su Xiaoxiao's pretty face turned fierce, "Xiaoxiao doesn't steal chickens! Xiaoxiao went to a private school to listen to the old master's lecture on literacy."
Zhao Rong smiled and nodded.
"The feeling in Xiahe Village is much better than at home. It's boring to be alone at home and I don't have any friends to play with. But when I go inside, everyone is a nice person and they talk nicely. I really like being there..."
Su Xiaoxiao was brought back memories, and she happily talked about the interesting things in Xiahe Village when she was a child before she transformed.
Later, she even told Zhao and Rong the story of her first "accidental encounter" with the handsome scholar in Poguan.
Of course, Su Xiaoxiao slightly modified the ending.
She sighed and said that after seeing her appearance, the scholar gradually became filthy and felt that he was not worthy of her, so he left in shame, even forgetting to take the book box.
Afterwards, Su Xiaoxiao greatly exaggerated the scholar's appearance, and marveled to Zhao Rong that the scholar was one-tenth as good-looking as she was, a thousand times as good-looking as Zhao Rong, and could be her furnace.
After saying that, the little fox demon secretly glanced at the young Confucian scholar and saw a smile on his lips, listening quietly without any expression.
She puffed her mouth slightly and changed the story.
The bright moon in the sky hid in the clouds, and the night became darker.
Su Xiaoxiao felt a little thirsty while talking and stopped.
Zhao Rong handed over the water bag with a wink.
After the little fox demon finished drinking, he licked his lips and nodded with satisfaction.
But he stopped talking and blinked at Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong nodded slightly and turned to look at Liu Sanbian.
Seeing this, the latter lowered his head slightly, reached out and picked up a handful of firewood from the side, threw it into the fire, and stared at the flames for a while. The orange firelight reflected his somewhat ferocious face.
The sinister man didn't move his gaze and spoke slowly.