dognovel Chapter 1821
Chapter 1821
Chapter 1821
Zhuo Qiran had been afraid of cold since he activated his life-definition Gu. He often felt unwell when autumn came.
This fox fur coat touched his heart.
Zhuo Qiran walked out of the cabin, still a little dazed.
He went to find Mr. Ye Xun, "Master, the princess asked the two little princesses to recognize me as their godfather."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Yexun responded calmly, "When the two little girls grow up, let them be filial to you."
Zhuo Qiran wiped his sweat and said, "I dare not."
The little princess is so noble, how can he really regard himself as her adoptive father?
Mr. Ye Xun smiled, "You saved their lives. You deserve it."
A sense of warmth surged in Zhuo Qiran's heart, as if all the misunderstandings he had ever suffered were not worth mentioning.
Being trusted, cared for, and needed, this is the value of a Gu keeper.
He lowered his head and choked like a child who had suffered injustice.
Ye Xun gently placed his hand on his shoulder and patted him, "You have good intentions."
Zhuo Qiran was stunned, and felt that his master hadn't finished what he was saying. What did he mean? My heart was good, but was it possible that I could do the wrong thing and go the wrong way?
He didn't understand.
He sorted things out carefully and made no mistakes in his lifetime.
Although he is a loner, he never forgets his original intention, treats people kindly and does not make enemies. Even if he occasionally feels dissatisfied with people, he will not use poison to harm them.
After all, the cost of that Gu is so expensive.
Ye Xun changed the topic.
The two chatted for a while.
Zhuo Qiran mentioned that the blood jade had been delivered to the princess, "It can be seen that the princess likes your gift very much."
He took out the princess's return gift and handed it to Ye Xun.
After Zhuo Qiran bowed and walked out of the room, silence returned to the cabin.
Ye Xun sat alone at his desk, the candlelight casting tiny shadows between his silver-white brows and eyelashes.
He slowly opened the rosewood box.
The box was padded with white silk, on which lay a piece of white jade. The jade was smooth and flawless, but in the center was embedded three tufts of soft hair.
The upper cluster is as dark as crow feathers, shiny and glossy; the lower two clusters are as pale as the rising sun, and as delicate as the first strand of silk spun by a spring silkworm.
Three clusters of hair are arranged in a triangular shape, wrapped in translucent chalcedony, blending seamlessly with the white jade.
Ye Xun's eyes were deep and bottomless. He stretched out two fingers and gently stroked her jade face.
From top to bottom, little by little, over and over again.
The river breeze blew in through the window, bringing with it damp steam. The candle wick popped, casting flickering shadows on the three tufts of hair.
Ye Xun stared at the hair in the jade for a long time, his expression was indistinguishable. The only sound in the cabin was the ticking of the water clock.
On the deck, a bright moon shone its light, making the sails look like silver gauze.
Wang Jinglun was tugging at Zhuo Qiran's sleeve and refusing to give in. "Uncle, just ask the master to accept me as his disciple! You always said that Gu magic should not be passed on to outsiders and refused to teach me. Now the master is on the boat, what if he thinks highly of my qualifications?"
Zhuo Qiran had a headache and patted his nephew's shoulder. "You are gifted and have extraordinary talents. If you are so capable, go and tell my master yourself. What's the point of twisting me?"
"I'm scared." Wang Jinglun's face fell, but then he smiled again, "But little uncle, you are the master's favorite disciple, so your status is naturally different. Can you help me to speak for him?"
Zhuo Qiran glanced in the direction of Ye Xun's residence with an unfathomable look, and carried his nephew back to the house, "My master is not strong enough now, and he doesn't want to accept disciples. You'd better give up this idea."
The next morning, Shi Anxia's fleet slowly docked at the pier of Wuzhou Poetry City.
It was late autumn, and the whole city was shrouded in a canopy of golden ginkgo trees. Even the air was filled with the unique bitter fragrance of ginkgo leaves.