Chapter 241: A Hint of Jealousy
A servant working in the manor delivered their al to the pavilion. Ling Zhang and Yuwen Tong walked downstairs and saw the food on the table. There was no wine or any of the at dishes that Ling Zhang had imagined, only bland congee. Neither the shredded chicken in it nor its good taste could change the fact that it was just congee.
Ling Zhang looked very depressed. He had done so over-strenuous exercise and felt that he’d depleted his vital energy and was in dire need of nourishing food like fish, at, etc. The very thought of those delicacies made his mouth water. His face went expressionless at the sight of the congee.
As Yuwen Tong saw the change of his countenance, his heart ached, but he also felt a twinge of guilt. When his eyes t Ling Zhang’s remonstrative ones, he almost changed his mind and granted Ling Zhang’s wish but caught himself just in ti.
It took him quite so ti to cajole Ling Zhang into drinking a large bowl of chicken soup congee. Yuwen Tong heaved a sigh of relief. His back was fairly wet with sweat, because he’d been having trouble enduring the look in Ling Zhang’s eyes.
Though it hadn’t been a sumptuous al, Ling Zhang’s spirits still rose to normal after finishing the big bowl of chicken soup congee. So precious tonics had been added to the congee, and they produced the desired effects almost imdiately. His stomach felt comfortable now, so naturally he looked much better, appearing a trifle languid.
Yuwen Tong didn’t dare have a hearty al in the presence of Ling Zhang in these circumstances. He had also drunk a generous helping of congee just as Ling Zhang had. Ling Zhang was full and seed to have no intention of leaving his seat, lazily leaning against the back of the chair, looking just like the white fox cub of his. He slightly raised his eyes, the outer corners of which were faintly slanted, gazing at Yuwen Tong. On seeing the gleam in his eyes, Yuwen Tong briefly held his breath, in spite of himself, his lower abdon involuntarily contracted, and he felt an urge to carry Ling Zhang back onto the bed.
Ling Zhang gave a soft snort and asked him, “What do you think of the congee?”
Yuwen Tong inched closer to him. “All my attention is on you. I don’t have the faintest idea of how the congee tastes.”
The corners of Ling Zhang’s mouth twitched. It seed that this guy was getting smooth-tongued. After a while, he took his eyes off Yuwen Tong, whose gaze was making him very uneasy. He felt as though Yuwen Tong wanted to strip him naked right away. The very thought of what they had done the day before brought a blush to his cheeks, and he didn’t feel like going back to that bed with Yuwen Tong at all, for that would be so not Ling Zhang.
He rose to his feet heading outside. Except for the faint soreness in his legs and waist, he was in a much better state than the one he’d been when he’d just woken up.
Yuwen Tong imdiately followed in his wake. A very cautious look appeared on his face in spite of himself when he spoke, and his voice was low, deep and tender, too. “As it rained yesterday, there should be more water in the falls. You want to go there and take a look?”
Ling Zhang slightly paused. Yuwen Tong’s expression and tone had been odd ever since he’d awoken. It was not until this mont that he ca to realize this. He spun around and glared at him. “Be normal, will you?”
Yuwen Tong felt a little aggrieved. He was trying to be normal. His heart was brimming over with deep affection for Ling Zhang — to put it in a saccharine way, his heart was filled with sweetness. Everything seed so pleasant, and Ling Zhang was the apple of his eye. He found himself staring at Ling Zhang’s feet when he was walking, worrying that he might stub his toe or trip up on the threshold. His talking gingerly was totally subconscious, and he didn’t at all realize that he was being quite touchy-feely.
Ling Zhang, “...”
Eventually, the two of them still went to see the waterfall. When it was ti to go back, Yuwen Tong crouched down, offering to carry Ling Zhang on his back. “Yesterday I promised you I’ll carry you. I didn’t dare do it on our way here because you overate and your stomach was too stuffed.”
It was true that they’d agreed on this when they’d been in the manor the day before, but Ling Zhang didn’t feel it the right thing to do on this occasion and directly walked past Yuwen Tong, heading downhill. “It’s just a downhill trip. I can manage.”
Yuwen Tong quickly caught up with him. “The path is slippery because of yesterday’s rain.”
Though it rained yesterday, the ground must have dried so ti ago, given the hot weather. How was it possible that the path was still slippery?
Ling Zhang ignored him and kept walking towards the foot of the hill, itching to give Yuwen Tong a hard bite.
Seeing he was so unwilling to let him carry him on his back, Yuwen Tong had no choice but to watch Ling Zhang’s every step with great care, ready to spring to his support at any mont.
Halfway through their way back, they heard a noise from the woods, which sounded like so kind of animal treading on withered leaves. After a short while, a white figure tore out of the woods and pounced on Ling Zhang.
Yuwen Tong penetratingly stared at that thing which was throwing itself at Ling Zhang and firmly grabbed it before it could reach him, not letting it move an inch closer.
The little thing gripped by him aggrievedly let out a soft and cute whimper, and there seed to be an urgent expression in its beady, black eyes.
Ling Zhang had seen what that little thing was the mont it’d leapt at him and opened his arms, poised to catch it. He was stupefied when Yuwen Tong stopped it.
Ling Zhang’s heart ached sowhat at the sight of the little thing wriggling anxiously and aggrievedly. He shot Yuwen Tong a dark glance and then took the little white fox into his embrace.
The last ti they’d co to this manor, Ling Zhang had discovered that a servant in it had so acquaintance with raising fox, and the surroundings were pretty suitable for the white fox, so he’d left it in the manor. It had been a few days since he’d last seen it, and this little guy was considerably fatter and heavier.
Since the two of them hadn’t seen each other for several days, they missed one another very much. The little white fox kept rubbing its head against the crook of Ling Zhang’s arm, whimpering softly. Its fluffy body and tail were very comfortable to the touch. Except for the soles of its feet, the little guy was very clean all over. It probably had run to this spot from the manor.
The hairy tail of Whitie the fox was sweeping Ling Zhang’s wrist back and forth. Ling Zhang couldn’t help but hold it and gently stroke it, feeling like raising it to give it a kiss.
Seeing Ling Zhang had been disregarding him ever since the appearance of the fox, Yuwen Tong slightly knitted his brows, and fixed the white fox with an unhappy stare, manifest jealousy in his eyes.
Maybe because it had sensed Yuwen Tong’s “murderous air”, Whitie craned out of the crook of his arm, stole a look at Yuwen Tong and then burrowed its way back, but this ti it didn’t stay there for long. Soon it raised its head again sowhat confusedly to look at Ling Zhang, softly sniffing as if having detected sothing. Apart from attachnt to Ling Zhang, there was sothing else in its sparkling beady eyes. It not only had a deeper affinity for Ling Zhang but also seed to begin to acknowledge him as its master.
Ling Zhang didn’t know whether this was his illusion or not, but he felt that Whitie was showing much more affection for him now. Previously, even in the presence of Ling Zhang, it’d had a sowhat haughty expression on its face, looking like an arrogant little prince, but now it was completely a clingy little fox.
Yuwen Tong was growing increasingly disgruntled, eyeing the white fox like an enemy, only too anxious to grab it by the scruff of its neck, drag it out of Ling Zhang’s arms and throw it away.
Yuwen Tong said, “It’s saring your robe. Let carry it for you.”
Ling Zhang didn’t mind it at all. “It’s okay.”
Then he happily resud walking downhill, the fox in his arms.
Yuwen Tong followed, his gaze at the fox very hostile. But he didn’t insist for fear of angering Ling Zhang, so he had no alternative but to put up with it.
The little white fox probably got scared by Yuwen Tong’s stare. After all, Yuwen Tong had spent many years in the army, and common people always found the brooding air about him quite daunting. Hardly anybody could withstand his unfriendly gaze.
As a result, the little fox adjusted its position, burrowing itself into the other crook of Ling Zhang’s elbow with its butt to Yuwen Tong.
Yuwen Tong ground his teeth.
Whether Ling Zhang had perceived this was unknown to Yuwen Tong. Anyway, he had a smile on the corners of his mouth all along, stroking the little fox’s tail while walking.
They also encountered a little squirrel standing on a branch of a pine beside the path. At the sight of Ling Zhang, it suddenly jumped off the branch, landed squarely onto Ling Zhang’s shoulder and stared at him curiously, showing a certain degree of closeness to him.
Ling Zhang stopped in astonishnt and looked at the little squirrel standing on his shoulder, wondering why it had suddenly jumped off.
Seeing yet another little thing show up to distract Ling Zhang’s attention, Yuwen Tong felt another twitch of disgruntlent, but he was sowhat surprised by it as well. This little squirrel was unafraid of humans?
Ling Zhang tentatively reached out a hand to stroke the little squirrel. To his amazent, that little thing not only didn’t flee but also rubbed itself against his palm of its own accord.
Ling Zhang imdiately looked at Yuwen Tong. “Are all squirrels on this hill so daring?”
Yuwen Tong thought for a while and then replied, “Do you still rember that back then when we were in the racecourse, even the most unmanageable horse allowed you to approach it?”
Of course Ling Zhang rembered. At that ti Yuwen Tong had also told him that maybe it had sothing to do with his cultivation thod.
Ling Zhang gave the little squirrel another stroke and pondered for a few monts. Before he could figure anything out, Whitie the fox got angry, bared its teeth at the squirrel on Ling Zhang’s shoulder, and showed its ferocious side. It was very possessive and refused to allow the squirrel to stand on its master’s shoulder.
The squirrel was taken aback by the fox. Though rather unwilling to leave Ling Zhang’s palm, it still jumped away.
Ling Zhang didn’t bla Whitie. He said to Yuwen Tong, “My grandfather once told that the Force of Blood in , which is peculiar to descendants of the Phoenix Clan, would grow with my internal energy. I always feel it’s sowhat insubstantial. After all, it sounds more like a pretentious statent than a fact, and it doesn’t seem to have much practical aning. Do you think what my grandfather said could be true, by any chance?”
After hearing this, Yuwen Tong gave it so careful thought and then said, “I’ve also never heard anything about cultivation of internal energy enhancing so kind of force of blood. The so-called ‘the Blood of the Phoenix Clan’ is more like a myth. But this change in you is indeed happening. Let’s believe his story for the mont. If such a thing does exist, there would definitely be more obvious signs after you reach a higher level in your cultivation of internal energy, and then the truth will be revealed. At least from the vantage point of the present it’s not a bad thing.”
Ling Zhang inclined his head. Yuwen Tong was right. They’d find out the truth sooner or later. Thinking about this, Ling Zhang raised the little white fox to eye height, staring at its beady jet-black eyes which were staring back at him. It softly whimpered at him, showing evident affection for him.
Whitie was his pet, so naturally it liked him. Maybe he should try so other animals? Putting the little white fox back into the crook of his arm, Ling Zhang decided to give it a shot after returning to the manor.
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