Chapter Seventy-Five Reunion

  That day, Wei Luo stayed in the mountain forest until the sun began to set in the west. Only then did she wash up in a spring and after drying her dripping hair with the wind, did she head towards the manor.

  She was a bit nervous, her hand gripping the wooden sword in her god bag even tighter.

  It's about time Gongzi Jingling should have returned home for more than half a day, right? The side hall where he slept was just outside his bedroom, and this time he would inevitably face him face to face.

  Heaven bless him, hopefully he won't remember me.

  She thought of this, and couldn't help but feel a little reluctant, but more than that, she hoped. She hoped that the Duke of Jingling would forget her existence, and even more so, forget what happened two years ago. To be honest, two and a half years ago, they had only met a few times. Although those encounters were unusual for Wei Luo, for someone like the Duke of Jingling who was busy with state affairs, perhaps they weren't worth mentioning, and he might have already forgotten about them.

  The more he thought about it, the slower Wei Luo's footsteps became.

  When she arrived outside the main courtyard, a burst of clear laughter came from within. The laughter was not that of Jingling Young Master.

  Wei Luo crossed the threshold of the academy, walked along the shaded path, and caught sight of several men with loose hair kneeling on the grass to her left. Loose hair was typically a hairstyle for young boys; in this era, only when one came of age could they wear their hair in a bun, and before coming of age, they could only wear it loose.

  Among the scattered men in the middle of the main hall, a tall figure sat with his back to Wei Luo, kneeling and sitting lazily, leaning slightly against a low table. But for some reason, as soon as Wei Luo saw this back, she felt that the air had become solemn again. She gritted her teeth and thought to herself: Wei Luo, you're really too lacking in spirit, how could you still be so nervous after two and a half years, just from seeing the back of the Duke of Jing's son?

  Among the several men chatting and laughing, beside Gongzi Jingling stood two men wearing xianshi hats on their heads. Wei Luo saw this kneeling posture with buttocks raised high and felt a chill run down her spine.

  No, I'll hurry up, just don't let Junling young master find out.

  Wei Luo thought of this and lowered her head, walking a bit faster along the other side of the crossroads.

  At this time, another loud voice came, "The son of the Duke of Jingling has won a great victory and returned. The states of Qi and Chu have all sent envoys to congratulate him. It is said that among those who came with the envoy, there are many virtuous scholars and swordsmen who are known throughout the world. After Mei Ji retired, the newly arrived Cai Ji, together with Qing Ji and Yuan Ji, has also come. It is said that this Cai Ji is a noble lady, originally the daughter of the former Marquis of Cai, now the younger sister of the Marquis of Cai, and still a virgin to this day. If she comes, only the young master can make her offer herself as his concubine!"

  Jingling Gongzi heard this and lazily said, "It's just a concubine." The man spoke with great eloquence, but he was clearly unmoved.

  He said with a slight turn of his head and a gentle tone: "Since the lord has summoned you two to come, it is to invite me to meet in the rear palace, saying it's to welcome and refresh?"

  The two middle-aged gentlemen kneeling in front of him, with their buttocks raised high, responded simultaneously: "Yes."

  The dark-faced and long-eyed scholar who knelt in the front paused for a moment, then spoke again. His voice was clear as he said, "Please, young master, make your decision soon."

  Jingling smiled faintly, her voice a little cold. "No need, go back and tell the lord that Jingling has just returned home and will see him after bathing and resting."

  The two paused for a moment and responded in unison, "Yes."

  Jingling Gongzi gazed lazily at the departing figures of the two xian shi, a faint smile playing on his lips.

  He glanced at the corner of his eye and caught a glimpse of a slender and delicate young man.

  This figure? His eyes narrowed slowly.

  As Wei Luo lowered her head and quickly walked towards the house, Prince Jing of Qinghe waved his hand and said casually: "Call that child over."

  "Yes."

  Before long, a tall swordsman blocked Wei Luo's path. He waved his hand and said loudly, "Young one, the young master is calling for you."

  As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wei Luo's small mouth tremble a few times.

  Wei Luo lowered her head and replied in a low voice: "Yes."

  She turned around, walked slowly to the Qi Ling Gongzi and went five steps before him. She slowly knelt down, her head touching the ground, and said in a somewhat timid tone: "The little one has seen the young master."

  The low and magnetic voice of the Duke of Jingling sounded, "Lift your head."

  "Yes."

  Wei Luo slowly raised her head, and their eyes met!

  Jingling young master's eyes were still as deep as the night, with a light flowing inside that no one could see through. Two and a half years had not seen him, Weiluo found that he was more majestic.

  At that moment, the elegance and luxury in his bones were still there, but with an even more majestic aura. His high nose now seemed to be a symbol of ruthless determination, devoid of emotions and boldness.

  He also looks more like a sculpture, with a face that is clearly carved out by knives and axes, with mountains as its bones and rivers as its beauty, and has the charm that makes women scream.

  He has become more mature.

  Wei Luo glanced over and her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her expression was always respectful, careful, and timid.

  Jingling Gongzi stared steadily at her eyes.

  These are a pair of eyes made of ink jade, with black pupils that are extremely black, pure to the point of having no hint of mixed colors. The white sclera is also very white, so white that it has no impurities. Together, they form a pair of eyes like top-quality ink jade.

  Then he turned his gaze to her pale face, looking at that small and unremarkable nose, lips, and ears.

  Under his gaze, Wei Luo began to lower her head and started trembling slightly.

  Jingling Gongzi withdrew his gaze, and before he could speak, a 17 or 18-year-old youth with disheveled hair who was sitting below him called out: "Ah! He has grown a pair of good eyes! His face is also pleasant to look at, but is he one of the young boys from the mansion?"

  The Duke of Jingling did not respond.

  He lowered his head, slowly savored a mouthful of wine, and only asked faintly after a while: "What is the child's name?"

  Wei Luo was shocked!

  She almost raised her head in shock and looked at Jingling Gongzi.

  Fortunately her rationality strongly suppressed this action.

  Doesn't he recognize me? Doesn't he really recognize me?

  Wei Luo widened her eyes, foolishly thinking: Will he not recognize me? When I changed my appearance, I gradually made this face pale, and it seemed that there was no significant difference from the dark and gloomy look two and a half years ago. And my eyes, they haven't changed at all.

  Does he really not recognize me?

  Wei Luo's heart was in a state of turmoil, unable to discern the meaning behind Jing Ling Gongzi's words. She couldn't respond, and Jing Ling Gongzi's low, elegant voice came again, "Why not speak?"

  At this time, Wei Luo had already woken up from his surprise and suddenly understood that even if he really didn't recognize him, what's the big deal? He must tell the truth, otherwise, others would soon expose him. This small matter couldn't make him unhappy!

  She nodded her head again and replied in a crisp and muffled tone: "Reporting to the young master, I am Wei Luo."

  A sentence was spoken, but no sound came for a long time.

  After a while, Jingling Gongzi said in a low voice: "Come closer."

  "Yes."

  "Look up!"

  "Yes."

  The four eyes met again.

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