Capítulo 976: Chapter 574: Yourong: Ziyu’s Heartwarming and Touching Final Words
What he originally wanted to ntion were actually the farewell ssages he wrote in the bamboo grove courtyard not long ago.
At the ti, because he was sowhat intent on ‘seeking death’, he left no way out for himself and gave all the chances to Xiao Qian’er.
So, when bidding farewell to ‘Ink-colored Zhu Yourong’, the farewell ssages inevitably beca sowhat sentintal and self-indulgent.
He imitated the ancients and wrote sothing called “A Letter to Fellow Daoist Yourong”.
The last sentence in it was:
“Fellow Daoist Yourong, thou shalt not remain overly attached to certain this or that… or a certain person stubbornly.
I now take these words as my final farewell to thee.”
However, later, Zhao Rong ca back to life from near death, turning danger into safety. Looking back on these ‘final farewell ssages’ now, he finds them more and more embarrassing.
Especially the last sentence for Zhu Yourong, it seed a bit narcissistic, as if saying that Zhu Yourong couldn’t live without him as a close companion… and if you think about it carefully, it seems highly ambiguous, like sothing a husband might write to his wife on his deathbed.
But at that ti, given the dire situation, Zhao Rong was genuinely ready to die, so his emotions were sowhat… exuberant and unrestrained.
Moreover, if she called him narcissistic, then so be it; after all, he was about to die. Wasn’t he allowed to be unrestrained once? What’s the big deal about writing a sentintal farewell letter to Mr. Zhu? Besides, they would be separated by life and death in the future, it wouldn’t be awkward…
However, Zhao Rong miscalculated.
He returned lively and almost without any injuries.
This beca awkward.
He didn’t know whether Zhu Yourong misunderstood upon receiving that “Letter to Fellow Daoist Yourong”, or thought Zhao Rong was making a deathbed confession… she might have frowned, gotten angry, or felt nothing at all.
Even Zhao Rong, at this mont, blushed when thinking about Zhu Yourong’s possible reactions.
Moreover, if there were no misunderstandings, this blunder was likely to be mocked by Zhu Yourong for a hundred years.
For example, “Written well, but you better not write it again.”
For example, “Ziyu just this? Only knows how to pull stunts on Mr. Zhu, tell , would any normal person write a final letter?”
For example, “Heard soone’s final word was well written, deeply moving, when are you going to write Mr. Zhu another one?”
Zhao Rong: “……”
He sure underestimated the situation, he should have had faith in his handso and witty, courageous self to overco danger…
So now, he felt that he should find a chance to quickly explain everything to Zhu Yourong.
To prevent damaging or staining their great friendship.
After all, they had agreed to be fellow daoists and confidants.
…
At this mont in the tent hall.
A certain girl squeezed her way between Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong.
Xiao Qian’er exclaid in surprise, “Huh, Mr. Zhu, you’re back? By the way, Brother Rong, I didn’t interrupt your conversation, did I?”
Zhao Rong shook his head without speaking.
Zhu Yourong suddenly turned her head, “You did interrupt.”
She paused, just as the pretty young girl in front of her squinted her eyes, about to nod and smile.
Then Zhu Yourong smiled sweetly, her voice gentle and pleasant:
“Qian’er girl, you’re sothing else.”
She shook her head, patiently explaining, “Earlier in the bamboo grove courtyard, in a critical situation, Ziyu had my ink clone deliver so warm and touching final words to . Just now, you weren’t here when Ziyu ntioned it again. I was afraid he would deny it, so I pretended not to receive them, trying to make him say it himself again…”
This lady from the academy gently bit her lip, smiled, and complained a bit: “Hey, Qian’er girl, I finally got him to almost admit it again, but now you’ve co, and Ziyu is probably going to play dumb and brush it off again.”
“!!!” Soone’s heart suddenly stopped.
Zhao Rong stared at Zhu Yourong.
So you were playing dumb earlier? Wait, no! The key is you played dumb, that’s fine, we can talk privately, but why are you spilling all this in front of Qian’er, what on earth is this?
His blood pressure was imdiately uncontrollable, surging upward.
Zhu Yourong smiled and looked at Zhao Rong.
Then she picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Zhao Qian’er.
The girl heard, furrowed her delicate eyebrows slightly, her red lips and white teeth moved gently, “Final… words?”
She glanced at Zhu Yourong, took the teacup, and crisply thanked her.
But she placed the teacup aside without drinking, and used the smooth back of her little hand to test the cup’s temperature.
Then she gently took Zhao Rong’s sowhat stiff large hand, placing it on the side of the teacup to warm his hand.
Zhao Qian’er looked up, half-believing, half-doubting, at Zhao Rong:
“Brother Rong, is this true?”
Her small hand gently covered his large hand, warming it along with the hot teacup.
Zhao Rong: “……”
Zhu Yourong remained calm, also looking at Zhao Rong with a slightly inquisitive gaze, waiting for his answer.
Zhao Rong opened his mouth slightly but then closed it again.
Why is it that in front of Xiaoqian, Zhu Yourong can speak so openly, while he is rendered speechless and feels guilty as if he has done sothing wrong?
No, Zhu Yourong, what do you really an?
Zhao Rong grasped the source of the situation, turned his head to look at Zhu Yourong, who seed unfazed, and gave her a surreptitious glare.
Just as the two of them locked eyes for a brief mont.
A cool and lodious female voice suddenly ca from outside the tent.
“Yes, husband, is what Mr. Zhu said true? In the bamboo grove, you told her so touching last words?”
Everyone in the tent turned to look as the curtain at the entrance was lifted by soone.
Zhao Lingfei walked into the hall with a calm expression, first glanced at Zhu Yourong, then curiously looked at her husband.
The mont she entered, Zhao Rong’s back straightened, “Ah, you’re talking about that… Oh, yes… it’s true.”
Zhao Lingfei exchanged a glance with Xiaoqian.
Zhu Yourong smiled lightly and elegantly poured a cup of warm tea, handing it to Zhao Lingfei.
“Thank you, Mr. Zhu.”
Zhao Lingfei accepted the teacup calmly, looked into Zhu Yourong’s eyes, and nodded with a slight smile, “Just now, Mr. Zhu left in such a hurry that Lingfei thought Mr. Zhu had urgent business back in Du You City, regretting that I hadn’t properly thanked Mr. Zhu.”
She looked around and flashed a stunning smile, “I didn’t expect Mr. Zhu to return so suddenly after Lingfei and Qian’er left. Is there sothing you need to discuss with my husband?”
Zhao Lingfei nodded politely, her voice as crisp as silver bells:
“Ah, no problem, we can have dinner together later. Lingfei must properly thank Mr. Zhu for saving my husband and Qian’er today.”
Zhu Yourong looked at this poised young lady, her smile widening.
The lady raised a finger, gesturing lightly ahead, “No rush for these things.”
She turned her gaze to Zhao Rong.
Zhao Lingfei nodded with a smile, “Indeed, no rush.”
After speaking, she also turned her head together with Zhao Qian’er to look at her husband.
Trapped in the middle of the three won, Zhao Rong was secretly groaning in misery.
Geez, why are you all so in sync?
And… why are you all looking at ?
Zhao Rong scratched his head and smiled foolishly, glanced at the expressions of the three won, and said diplomatically in a friendly tone, “Oh, I almost forgot, I’m starving, let’s go, let’s eat.”
As Zhao Rong spoke, he lifted his foot and led the way towards the dining area in the back hall, “Haha, ti to eat, I’m so hungry I could eat a whole cow…”
Zhao Lingfei, Zhao Qian’er, and Zhu Yourong showed no intention of moving.
The three won remained in place, calmly turning their gaze back to him.
Zhao Rong: “……”
No, don’t be like this, I beg you, please give so face, let’s hurry and eat…
The hall fell silent, save for the sound of wind blowing through the curtain at the door.
Zhao Rong’s smile disappeared, and he nodded earnestly, “Weren’t we talking about eating?”
His voice broke the silence, but afterwards, the hall beca even more silent.
Zhao Lingfei, Zhu Yourong, and Zhao Qian’er, for so reason, all remained silent.
Three pairs of beautiful eyes were just quietly watching him.
Zhao Rong: “???
At this mont, the deathly still atmosphere in the hall was becoming a little… terrifying.
Soone swallowed hard.
Then, under the calm gazes of the three won… he understood in an instant.
Soone attempting to escape returned dejectedly to stand in the middle of the three won, then stood properly once more.
Thus, Zhao Rong was like a music box whose wind-up was reset and reactivated.
The three won around, who had remained still, instantly returned to their previous state.
Like exquisite wax figurines, they suddenly sprang to life.
Xiaoqian grabbed Zhao Rong’s right hand, using both of her little hands to warm it.
Zhu Yourong smiled at Zhao Lingfei, tilted her teacup slightly, and nodded in indication.
Zhao Lingfei returned the smile with a nod but did not drink the tea in her cup. She suddenly reached out a slender hand and gently tugged on the sleeve of Zhao Rong, who stood in the middle.
She spoke gently and considerately:
“Husband, there’s no rush to eat. Later, I’ll go to the kitchen and make you two of your favorite dishes. You might not be used to the dishes prepared by the cooks outside… By the way,”
At this point, this woman with autumn-like eyes seed to recall sothing, speaking softly and warmly, “Just now you said you left touching last words for Mr. Zhu… what were they?”
“……”
Zhao Rong had a look of utter despair.
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