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Linghu Chong wanted to find a place where people lived in this mountain forest, so as to inquire about some news. The location Fu Zhenhong wanted to take Linghu Chong to was neither near nor far from this lake.

At this moment, the time was approaching noon, the sun was high in the sky, and the floating clouds also turned into a light orange red under the brilliant light.

Linghu Chong is a very talkative person, but after he knew that Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, he restrained his thoughts on communicating.

The atmosphere between the two was very quiet, but this quietness did not make them feel awkward or uncomfortable.Linghu Chong's eyes fell on the front, but from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the man in red beside him from time to time.

For this subconscious behavior of paying attention, Linghu Chong didn't want to delve into the reason for it. Perhaps it was because the beauty in red was too good-looking that he unconsciously wanted to appreciate it.

Fu Zhenhong could feel Linghu Chong's eyes, but he pretended not to notice anything and led the way.His delicate jade feet stepped on the ground, and walked step by step to the bamboo forest on the left.

Linghu Chong and Fu Zhenhong walked side by side. He looked down at Fu Zhenhong's feet as if feeling something, and saw that the white and flawless feet were not particularly smooth. After walking through the forest road with some fine sand and dust, he frowned slightly.

He hadn't seen any shoes on the shore of the lake just now, but now he saw the man in red walking barefoot who was leading him the way, and somehow felt a bit discordant.Probably because he didn't want his beautiful feet to be scratched by the tiny stones on the ground.

"That..." Linghu Chong finally couldn't hold back and opened his mouth. He first glanced at the seemingly endless bamboo forest in front of him, and then at Fu Zhenhong's bare feet. After hesitating for a moment, he still said: "Your Excellency , it’s better for me to walk for you instead.”

After saying this sentence, Linghu Chong himself felt a little weird. If it was a woman, it was normal for a man to feel pity for a woman.But he clearly knew that the beauty beside him was a man, but he still had some subtle feelings of love and affection in his heart, and even said this out of his mouth.

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong stopped, turned her head to look at Linghu Chong.His eyes were the purest pitch black, like the beautiful and deep sky on a midsummer night in July. At this moment, there was a trace of surprise in the inky eyes, and he just stared at Linghu Chong quietly.

Linghu Chong, who was not at all uncomfortable after saying that sentence, felt cramped and nervous for the first time in more than 20 years after meeting Fu Zhenhong's eyes.

"That... I'm not..." Linghu Chong wanted to explain something, but at this moment, he, who was always eloquent, lost his wits under these eyes that seemed to be able to absorb people's souls with a single glance.

In the end, Linghu Chong just stretched out his hand and scratched his hair, while covering up his uneasiness, he said, "I just saw that your Excellency didn't wear shoes, I'm afraid..."

Before he could finish his next words, Fu Zhenhong put her palm on Linghu Chong's shoulder.

Linghu Chong put down his hands.

The corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips curved slightly, and she nodded at Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong was stunned for a moment, and soon understood what Fu Zhenhong meant. His lips twitched, and he said nervously, "Then I will be rude." After speaking, he passed his hand sideways through Fu Zhenhong's Waist, arms wrapped around Fu Zhenhong's waist, and Fu Zhenhong was hugged horizontally.

Fu Zhenhong's weight is not heavy, and Linghu Chong is a martial arts practitioner, such a horizontal hug is effortless for Linghu Chong, it can even be said to be a piece of cake.

As the senior brother of the Huashan School, Linghu Chong also hugged the injured juniors when he was in the Huashan School, and even used his arms to catch the younger junior sister Yue Lingshan who fell from the tree because of playing around, but whether it is the juniors , is still a junior junior sister, but the feeling is completely different from the present feeling.

The touch in the arms is extraordinarily flexible, full of a sense of firm strength, not as soft as water like a woman, nor as stiff and harsh as an ordinary man.

Linghu Chong couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was.

He shook his head slightly, thinking to himself that he was thinking about something messy.

In the next second, he got rid of this inappropriate weird thought from his mind, and then said to Fu Zhenhong: "If you need to turn in a while, you can just point it out with your hand."

Fu Zhenhong nodded.

Linghu Chong smiled, then raised his foot and walked forward.

When Linghu Chong took two steps, Fu Zhenhong put his arms around the back of Linghu Chong's neck, and stayed in Linghu Chong's arms in a posture of holding his neck.

Linghu Chong paused, lowered his eyes to look at Fu Zhenhong, Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly, and there was a bit of carelessness in the smile.

The sun passed through the bamboo forest, and the mottled light and shadow cast on Fu Zhenhong's face, making this smile a bit hazy and lingering.

The relationship between the two seems to have a different kind of ambiguity and intimacy at this moment.

Linghu Chong's ears suddenly turned red, he looked away and coughed dryly to cover up his gaffe.

"Your Excellency doesn't know my name yet. I'm ordering Linghu Chong to learn from Mount Hua of the Five Sacred Mountains School." Linghu Chong introduced himself.

Fu Zhenhong listened, but did not respond.

Linghu Chong thought for a while, and then said: "I don't know your name yet, so I don't know how to address you?"

This time, Fu Zhenhong moved her hand, and began to write on Linghu Chong's chest through the clothes with her fingertips.

Linghu Chong's body trembled violently, and he stopped moving forward again.He lowered his eyes and looked at the man in his arms, only to find that the man was writing on his chest very intently.

From Linghu Chong's angle, he could clearly see the man's well-defined eyelashes, the beautiful color of obsidian, hanging on his eyelids, with a curved arc like the wings of a black butterfly.

A familiar feeling of strangeness surged up in Linghu Chong's heart again, for the beauty that attracted his eyes, and for the strokes of the other party's fingertips on his chest.

Due to the layer of semi-dry clothes, when Fu Zhenhong's fingertips slid on it, there was another sense of distance.

Linghu Chong felt a little itchy, a little hot, but more of an inexplicable palpitation.The man in red who was hugged by him wrote his name in the place closest to his heart in this way.

"...Fang..." Linghu Chong read out the words he felt.

Fu Zhenhong nodded slightly.

"Then I will call you Mr. Fang."

Fu Zhenhong nodded again.

Linghu Chong smiled. He looked up at the sky, then drew his arms together, activated his internal strength, replaced walking with lightness work, and accelerated his forward speed.

Because there was still a person in his arms, Linghu Chong deliberately controlled his speed, stepping on the tree trunk with his toes, and nimbly shuttled through the lush bamboo forest.

The broken hair in front of his forehead fluttered gently with the wind and met Fu Zhenhong's black hair, and the ends of the hair entangled wantonly in the breeze seemed to indicate the inseparable bond between the two of them. , Inextricably linked.

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Within a quarter of an hour, Linghu Chong found a wooden house under Fu Zhenhong's guidance.

This wooden house is elegantly decorated, although the furnishings are simple, but quite elegant, Linghu Chong noticed a jug of wine placed on the stone table inside the fence.And this wine jug is exactly the same as the fine wine he drank not long ago.

Apparently, they are owned by the same person.

Linghu Chong walked into the courtyard, put Fu Zhenhong down, and asked, "Mr. Fang, is this your residence?"

Fu Zhenhong nodded, but quickly shook her head again.

Linghu Chong realized that Fu Zhenhong was not allowed, so he asked again: "Is there anyone else living here besides you?"

This time Fu Zhenhong nodded.

At this moment, the door of the wooden house was opened from the inside, and a 15-year-old boy came out.After seeing Fu Zhenhong beside Linghu Chong, the young man's face was filled with joy, and he quickly ran to Fu Zhenhong, and said with a smile, "Master, you are back!"

Linghu Chong heard the name of the young man, thinking that this should be the boy in charge of Mr. Fang's daily life, and also the other people he mentioned.

This young man's demeanor is capable, his steps are brisk, he looks like someone who knows martial arts, but he shows his joy, he doesn't know how to hide, his mind should be relatively simple.

Mr. Fang is inconvenient to speak, but he can try to get some information out of the young man's mouth.

Linghu Chong was thinking in his heart, and the young man naturally noticed Linghu Chong's gaze. Unlike the smiling face when he faced Fu Zhenhong, the young man looked at Linghu Chong with a slight hostility in his eyes.

Probably the possessiveness of the teenager is at work.

Linghu Chong didn't pay much attention.

He could tell that although this young man was a servant, he was dressed luxuriously, and there was a kind of arrogance that should be expected of a young man at this age between his brows.It can be seen that usually the boy and Mr. Fang don't have that kind of master-servant hierarchy.

"Master, I cooked wine and rice porridge, and it will be ready soon." The young man said as if asking for credit: "The hot water has also been boiled, and the master can just drink the wine and rice porridge at the most suitable temperature after bathing."

Fu Zhenhong nodded, ignoring Linghu Chong who was at the side, and walked straight to the small bathing house next to the wooden house.Every time he finished practicing, he would take a bath. The boy's name was Chen Yu. Fu Zhenhong picked it up on the road two years ago. He has been by Fu Zhenhong's side for the past two years, and he is completely familiar with Fu Zhenhong's work and rest schedule.

Chen Yu knows how to measure, and knows what to say and what not to say. He saw that Fu Zhenhong was silent just now, and after a little guessing, he understood that it was the master who didn't want to reveal his identity.

At this moment, Chen Yu glanced at the man brought back by the master, thinking of the scene of the man hugging the master just now, the corner of his mouth curled down.

He didn't ask who Linghu Chong was, but said in a neutral tone: "Since you are the person brought back by the master, let's have porridge together in a while."

Linghu Chong wanted to know some information from this young man, so naturally he would not refuse, "Thank you very much."

"En." The young man nodded, and signaled Linghu Chong to sit on the stone table with his eyes: "You wait here first."

Linghu Chong said: "What about you?"

"I'm going to watch the porridge." The boy replied.

"I'll go with you." Linghu Chong said.

"It's up to you." After throwing down these two words, the boy turned around and went to the kitchen with a little smoke.

On Fu Zhenhong's side, she had already taken off her clothes and entered the tub.