After being disliked by thousands of people, I was spoiled alone

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by the sound of sparse footsteps.

He had always slept lightly, so he got up at this moment, looked out of the window, and realized that he had slept until the early hours of the morning.

The sound of footsteps outside the door came from far to near, and stopped at the door of his room.

There was a person standing outside his door, presumably Rong Wen had returned.

He held the lamp, and the whole room was lit up with a little warm light.

The people outside the door seemed relieved when they saw the light in the room, and then asked, "Ah Zhi, did I wake you up?"

Sure enough, it was Rong Wen, his heart was suspended at this moment, and he fell back to the distance safely.

When he opened the door, he saw Rong Wen's smiling face.

After looking around at the person, he shook his head, "I promised to wait for you to come back, but I accidentally fell asleep. I'm sorry."

Rong Wen was still holding delusional thoughts in his hand, and he looked like he was in a hurry to come back. After seeing Mingzhi, he put away the long sword.Nodding, "Did you sleep well?"

"There are a lot of things in my head, and it's a bit messy." He shook his head and smiled sheepishly.

Seeing Rong Wen withdrawing his sword, he asked worriedly, "But what happened to Dawang Mountain?"

"It's okay, it's just that the year is approaching and I'm a little restless, and Hu Yao is watching." Rong Wen stared from the top of his head into the room, and said casually.

"Fox Yao?" It was the first time he had heard of this name.

The two stood at the door talking, the cold wind was blowing, it was not a matter of left and right.

Seeing that Rong Wen didn't seem to want to go back to his room to rest, he moved out of the way, invited him into the room, and poured him a cup of tea that was still warm.

Rong Wen held the tea before slowly opening his mouth, "It's the subordinate I mentioned last time, Hua Niang's husband."

Then he suddenly realized.

Since Dawangshan was safe, he felt relieved.

The two of them chatted nonchalantly for a while, and Rong Wen went back to the room next door until fish maw gray appeared in the sky.

Ning Zhen's memories of the teacher's lawsuit last night kept spinning in his mind, and he couldn't sleep well.

Seeing that it was still early, he wrapped himself in the quilt and fell asleep again.

After resting for an hour, he slowly opened his eyes.

Someone in the next room seemed to be talking.

He just pretended that he hadn't woken up yet, and retracted his head under the quilt for a while.

Looking up again, the sound really disappeared.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door, "Azhi, are you inside?"

"Yes, yes." Hearing Rong Wen's voice, he hurriedly rolled over from the couch and went to open the door.

Rong Wen's expression was not very good, his eyebrows were tightly drawn, and they only relaxed a little at the moment he saw him.

He was startled, guessing that something happened, "What's wrong?" He asked.

Rong Wen didn't specify what it was, but pursed his lips and pondered for a while, "Ah Zhi, I'm going back to Dawangshan."

Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel the seriousness of the matter.

Frowning for a while, he looked at Rong and asked, "Be careful yourself."

Rong Wen nodded, but didn't move, he looked hesitant to speak, lowered his head, and didn't look at him.

"What's the matter?" He couldn't help but asked in confusion.

"I'm going here for a while, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back. Azhi, last day..." Rong Wen's throat rolled twice, and he opened his mouth, "I'll wait for you at Dawang Mountain."

It turned out to be this crop.Of course he still remembers.

Then he smiled and responded readily, "I will definitely come then."

Rong Wen looked up at this moment, his eyes were shining, if it was a prototype, his tail would almost wag to the sky.

Inexplicably reminiscent of curl ears.

He laughed sullenly for a while, and urged: "Let's go quickly, don't delay."

"Azhi..." Rong Wen suddenly called him out of nowhere, but there was no further words.

"Ok?"

They just stared at each other for a while before Rong Wen left.

The man left, but the ending sound of calling him still clearly remained in his heart, passing slowly, itching, and then his whole body burned.

He may be addicted.

Knowingly feel.

**

After Rong Wen left, he stayed in Wuzhou alone and took care of the few chores at hand.

There was no letter from Ye Youxian, so he was relieved that there was nothing unusual.

In his spare time, he went to Ning Zhen's mansion. He thought it was deserted, but unexpectedly, it was well maintained by someone. The painting in the hall had disappeared for some reason.

Then he went back to the inn.

After a few days, the clerk in the store has already become familiar with him, and he is acquainted with him. As soon as he sees him, he wants to ask why the black-clothed gentleman who was with him has disappeared.

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted? This is not the case.

He slapped his lips, and just hid in the room.

But his mind was in a mess, ever since he realized the strange feeling he had towards Rong Wen, he intentionally or unintentionally avoided thinking about him.

He was born on the battlefield when he was a teenager, and he slept on the sword all day long, so he was somewhat deficient in some aspects related to emotions.

So much so that he never figured out what his feeling for Rong Wen was.

I just felt that when I saw him, my heart tightened tightly, and my whole body was hot.

The man may have been born with some sort of poison.

he thinks.

The current situation does not allow him to think hard.

In a blink of an eye, it was the previous day.

In the early morning, the sound of firecrackers exploded outside the window.

The road is a festive red.

At this moment, he just woke up like a big dream, feeling a little awkward.

But I promised Rong Wen before, so I definitely can't do it if I don't go.

After dawdling for a day, it was not until dusk and festive lanterns were held on the street that he slowly wandered towards Dawang Mountain.

A rare thin snow fell in Wuzhou today, a row of red lanterns whirled non-stop on the road blown by the cold wind, and the laughter from the surrounding courtyards set off a warm New Year festival in the windy night .

He carried the thin snow and walked forward. When he reached the foot of Dawang Mountain, it was already dark.

Then again, this was the first time he had come to Dawang Mountain.

The surroundings are very quiet, only a few night owls are heard.As soon as he stood still, several blue fox fires floated out from nowhere and surrounded him.

There was a rustle in the thick and thick bushes in front of him, and a stairway made of black stones branched out.There are scarlet railings on both sides of the road.

The fox fire rises one after another, winding to the top of the mountain.

Knowing that, he walked up the road, and after about a stick of incense, he arrived at the place.

According to common sense, the place where a person like Xiang Rongwen lives should be a high platform of gold and jade, full of luxury.

The place in front of him was tall enough, but it was made of wood. With the light of the fox fire, he saw a man in red standing in front of this strange and complicated wooden building.

The man also saw him, immediately came up to meet him, and bowed to him, "Master Evil God, Ankang, the master is waiting inside, you just go in."

This man had a pair of fox eyes, and when he laughed, he was full of evil spirits.

After looking around at the man in red, he nodded, "Your labor, what's your name?"

The man in red laughed immediately, and saluted again, "Don't dare. Hua Niang was still thinking about your lord the day before yesterday."

After listening to him, he knew that he was taken aback for a moment before he realized that this person was actually Hu Yao whom Rong Wen had mentioned, so he also smiled, "Is Hua Niang okay?"

"You just scolded me once yesterday, Lord Lao is worried about you." Hu Yao scratched his head and said with some embarrassment.

"That's good. Say Happy New Year to Hua Niang for me." Hearing this, he suppressed a smile and said.

Hu Yao responded and led him up a step.opened the door for him.

As soon as he stepped in, he was startled by the scene in front of him.

This wooden building is inconspicuous on the outside, and at most has a simple and strange shape, but there is something special inside.

There are heavy veils hanging all around, and the wooden beams and columns are carefully carved, covered with simple and weird patterns.

He brushed aside the flying white gauze and walked forward, when a fluffy and warm thing pounced on him.

After a closer look, it turned out to be curl ears.

Followed by Rong Wen who hadn't seen him for a long time.

The moment he saw Rong Wen, a string snapped in his brain.

That kind of emotion submerged him like a raging flood, making him panic.

"Azhi." Rong Wen walked over slowly like him, changed into a complicated black robe today, and looked very luxurious.

Every step this man took followed his own heartbeat, as if he was stepping on his heart.

He hardly dared to look at him, he took a long breath, and after a long time he slowly raised his eyes and smiled, "It's snowing outside."

"Is it cold?" Rong Wen asked after a thin layer of snow fell on his hair.

Familiar breath came over the sky, he managed to calm down, shook his head, "Have you waited long?"

"No, it's time to pick you up." Rong Wen took his frozen hands into his palms and rubbed them.

"Come with me, Azhi." He said.

Following him through the veils of teeth and claws, the sound of the bell on the neck of the curled ears seemed long and distant in the surrounding space.

It wasn't until he walked through a long corridor that Rong Wen led him into a room.

"It's here." He let go of him, and said with a smile, "Ah Zhi, sit down as you like."

There is a low table in the center of the room, with two soft futons on the left and right.There are several plates of fresh fruit snacks on the table, and there is a charcoal stove next to it, and a small black pot sits on it, gurgling and steaming.

A clump of ginger flowers is planted in the corner of the room, and the charcoal fire is smoked, filling the room with a warm fragrance.

After knowingly looking around for a week, I realized that this place was not a room, but a terrace.

There are white veils hanging all around, and when the night wind blows, you can clearly see the misty deep valley below.

No matter how far away, you can have a panoramic view of the whole Dawang Mountain, and you can even catch a glimpse of the lights of Wuzhou in the distance.

"This place is very good." He sat on the soft futon on the side of the low table and praised sincerely.

Rong Wen put a piece of square silk on it, took off the small pot from the stove, and gave him a cup of hot tea, "The little demon fighting lantern on Dawang Mountain will pass by later," he raised his chin toward the deep valley below, "Azhi looked at it. .”

The environment is very comfortable, Juan Er is lying lazily dozing off in a corner of the terrace, the fire is crackling and burning.

At this time, the panic in his heart was swept away, but the scent of ginger flowers exaggerated his peaceful mood.

Staring at the steaming teacup, he asked curiously, "The lamp?"

Rong Wen nodded, lightly brushed the cup of tea, and then handed it to him, "It's old customs. The years in the mountains are boring, so the little demons celebrated day and night according to the customs of the mortal world, and each made a lantern. Decide the leader in the valley below."

The tea in the cup was no longer hot immediately, he took a sip, and most of the coldness in his body subsided.

"That's how it is." Putting down the teacup, he said.