Everyone, everyone, the number of words is enough, no need to raise anymore. Hehe, by the way, asking for pink votes.

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  Now, the Duke of Jingling was interested!

  At this, Wei Luo was both angry and frightened, and tense, so she had to close her eyes. Not only did he call out her name, but also distorted her original intention, how could the Duke of Jing not mind himself after hearing such words?

  Jingling Gongzi turned his head back, he stared at Su steadily, sizing him up for a while. He chuckled softly and said, "Not enough courage, but your ambition is commendable. Alright, I'll give you this chance, stand up."

  He was overjoyed and originally prostrated himself on the ground, now he repeatedly kowtowed, "Thank you, young master! Thank you, young master!"

  As he stood up shakily, he was already so excited that tears were streaming down his face. He wasn't the only one; many of the young boys had their eyes shining brightly with excitement. Finally, someone among them could stand alongside the Prince of Jingling and receive an opportunity from him!

  At this time, Jingling Gongzi's magnetic voice floated over, "Can't people live a life of mediocrity? Who is Wei Luo?"

  Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh.

  The people around Wei Luo retreated one by one, leaving her standing alone on the spot. Wei Luo's face was pale, her head lowered, and her hands clasped together as she said weakly: "I am Wei Luo."

  At this time, all the young men were gazing at her with envy, Miao's face was as white as paper, and she swayed back and forth like a willow in the wind.

  Jingling Gongzi gave him a glance and turned to leave, "You come too."

  Wei Luo hung her head until he was far away before responding in a low voice as if she had suddenly come back to herself: "En."

  Jingling Gongzi has left.

  The garden is bustling again.

  He took a few steps forward, suddenly remembering Wei Luo, and hastily turned around to grab her hand, urging: "Hurry up and follow me."

  Wei Luo involuntarily followed him, jogging along as she went after Jingling Gongzi.

  He was extremely nervous, his legs stiff as he ran, the movement more like a hobble than a run. He held onto Weiruo's hand and trembled nonstop.

  Wei Luo raised his head and saw that he was so tense that sweat was still dripping from his forehead, and couldn't help but say in a low voice: "There's no need to be so nervous, the Prince of Jingling has already spoken, someone will come to arrange for us soon. There's still tomorrow."

  Her small face turned pale as she looked at her and asked in a trembling voice: "Really?"

  "Right!"

  "Whoa——", he slowly let out a breath, his body softened and fell to the ground. They were running, and with this one fall, Wei Luo almost rolled onto the ground. Fortunately, Wei Luo's sword training over the past few months had made his body strong, and he managed to stand firm.

  Softly fell on the snowy ground, breathing heavily.

  Wei Luo saw that he was covered in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water. She couldn't help but squat down and use her sleeve to wipe away the sweat on his face.

  She wiped slowly and carefully, with a gentle tenderness that was natural to women. After wiping for a while, she suddenly found that Su had stopped moving, just staring blankly at herself.

  Wei Luo lowered her head and looked up at his eyes, saying: "What?"

  His pale face flushed red, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "You are so gentle, no wonder Cheng Xi is infatuated with you."

  At this point, Wei Luo lost her energy and put down her hand listlessly. She said in a depressed tone: "Don't mention him!"

  After saying these three words, Wei Luo let out a long sigh. She really wanted to scold Su and yell at him! It wasn't easy for her to be able to live a peaceful life in the countryside with Nangong, but this little boy's one sentence had thrown himself back into the midst of turmoil.

  However, judging from the situation at that time, he was both unintentional and well-intentioned. Therefore, Wei Luo's words of blame could not be spoken.

  At this time, Su Chao leaned against her back and whispered: "Wei Luo, with you by my side, I feel at ease."

  Huh?

  Wei Luo turned his head and glared at this kid.

  At this time, he had already recovered more than half. He opened his bright red small mouth and smiled with unparalleled elegance. "Fortunately, I mentioned you just now in a hurry. Wei Luo, you are also young, why are you so calm and composed?"

  Wei Luo's face fell, and she muttered with a bitter expression: "How can I be calm?" She added in her heart, "I'd like to chop you up and kick this little brat!"

  "You have!"

  Su was visibly delighted, his smile as bright as a spring flower. "Your eyes are always clear and never flustered, though you don't speak much, every sentence hits the mark! With you by my side, my heart feels at ease."

  Wei Luo gritted her teeth and thought: My eyes are now filled with dark clouds! Since you dragged me into this, I've been in a state of panic!

  But she would never say such things herself.

  The two of them sat down on the stone path under the shade of the trees, sitting in the snow, and even now their legs were still numb and they couldn't get up. Wei Luo didn't force them either.

  Su Xiang suddenly said: "Wei Luo, will you sing a song for me?"

  I even coaxed the little kid!

  Wei Luo rolled her eyes secretly and replied faintly: "Not good!"

  She smiled and said: "How about I sing a song for you?"

  "Wei Luo's interest was piqued, she nodded and said: 'Sing it for me.'"

  He smiled again, cleared his throat and hummed, "The east mountain can pick celery, the west mountain can pick ferns, the south mountain can pick jade, the north mountain has a clear spring. The husband comes from the plank road, supporting his wife up to the gentle mountain. They look at each other and smile, tomorrow they will be three..."

  He sang very slowly, his voice was crisp and warm, with a soft and mellow tone of the south. He sang with great emotion, every sentence filled with intense feeling.

  Unconsciously, Wei Luo's eyes became a little moist.

  She suddenly understood why Su was so desperate to show off in front of the Duke of Jingling. Because his dream was to marry a young wife, and with her big belly, they would hold hands, climb mountains, pick wild vegetables, and laugh happily together.

  "Lang comes from the plank road, supporting his wife up to Weishan Mountain. They gaze at each other and smile, tomorrow they will be three..."

  The singing voice is soft and sweet, with a unique flavor of Jiangnan. Wei Luo listened to it and felt his heart ache, his throat choking.

  What a simple wish it is, why does it sound so strong with joy and longing in his singing voice? This should be something that everyone can reach out and touch, why does he express such strong and intoxicating joy?

  Wei Luo listened, and before she knew it, she was singing along with him. The two clear voices blended together, drifting away in the snowflakes that had begun to fall, drifting further and further away...

  In the cold winter, the ground was icy and bone-chilling. After Su recovered a bit of strength, the two stood up, supporting each other as they walked forward. Of course, saying "supporting each other" actually meant that Wei Luo was supporting Su.

  Su walked while laughing foolishly and happily, "Wei Luo, I'm no longer a young boy!"

  "Alright."

  "Wei Luo, although I don't have any talent, I will work very diligently. One day when I've earned enough money, I'll return to my hometown of Weishan, marry a lovely girl, and from then on, I'll chop firewood while she cooks meals at home. Even if the kids are a bit naughty, she'll have to take care of them."

  "Alright."

  "Wei Luo, the girl I like, she doesn't have to be beautiful, as long as she has a pair of very black and shiny eyes." He said this, suddenly turned his head towards Wei Luo and made a silly face. "Ah! Wei Luo's eyes are not bad either. Ah! Wei Luo, you become a woman, I'll marry you!"

  The little ghost finished speaking in one breath, and before Wei Luo could react, he took off running. Wei Luo didn't realize until the little ghost had run over a dozen steps that he had already recovered to normal. But what was even more infuriating was that he still insisted on being supported by him! This little scoundrel!

  Su ran towards Wei Luo, seeing that she wasn't angry about being compared to a woman, and couldn't help but stop in her tracks. She tilted her head and smiled, waiting for Wei Luo. The snowflakes fell heavily, covering everything in a silver blanket. Against the white background, Su's delicate face glowed with a soft pink hue, and her straight nose and firm eyes added a touch of youthful elegance that was captivating.