105 Chrysanthemum (2/2)
”Will I lose?” he asked with a slightly disdainful look.
”Eat this!” She waved her fist.
Meng Fuyao launched her attack with great power but turned to grab her tummy midway. Frowning, she said, ”Ahh, a stomachache all of a sudden? I need to shit…” At that, she ran out, waving. ”Don't leave the circle. Wait for me…”
Shaking his head, Zhan Beiye scolded, ”This unrefined woman…” In spite of that, he stayed where he had to be.
Meng Fuyao rushed to the latrine, jumped off the wall and lamented over the War God's naivety. She had already escaped once through this method, so why was he falling for it the second time?
As the main gate came into view, Meng Fuyao did a little happy dance. Suddenly, a person emerged from behind the screen wall, letting out an idle smile. ”Morning, Fuyao.”
Meng Fuyao's excitement was instantly shattered by his voice, but she still reached a hand out to wave. ”Morning–––”
”You look beautiful today,” Zhangsun Wuji complimented. ”The yellow flowers match the deep purple color in your robe really well.”
”Yeah, yeah… you look beautiful too… what a beautiful color,” Meng Fuyao mocked.
”I've been wearing this color for a long time, and you're finally learning to appreciate it,” he laughed, casting his gaze toward the interior. ”Sir Zong is not up yet? I need some guidance.”
”Ah?” Her eyes lit up. ”He's up, he's up. In the garden with his herbs,” she informed, eagerly grabbing onto his sleeve and pointing toward his location. ”The last one, you know it.”
”Alright,” he stated before walking off.
”Phew,” she let out, but as she was about to leave she caught him turning around. ”Oh right. Where are you going this early?”
”Ah?” She uttered, placing her foot down carefully and smiling sheepishly. ”I'm sick of the food here. I heard that the rock candy beancurd outside is soft and fragrant, and I am planning to buy some back for you guys.”
”It's rare that you're this generous. In fact, I think this is the first time,” Zhangsun Wuji noted, calm and sarcastically, before heading in. ”Be quick then.”
Pleased, Meng Fuyao let his sarcasm go and agreed readily before vanishing like a puff of smoke.
Finally passing through the main entrance, she let out a long breath of relief. As Meng Fuyao had been undergoing bitter training and pressure, she finally had the chance to release stress. She was going to have some good fun.
Since it was still early, she decided to have a taste of the chrysanthemum at Chrysanthemum Path first. She got on her horse happily and lifted her sleeve. ”Yuan Bao, the flowers over at that red tree are sweet. Want some?”
Immediately upon hearing about food, Lord Yuan Bao shot his head out to take a look and dashed over to where she pointed.
”Meow!”
A cat pounced out from within a bush.
Lord Yuan Bao turned rigid, slowly shifting his head downward and seeing the cat sizing him up in curiosity. It was seriously wondering if the strangely dressed and shaped object was its arch enemy, a rat, or a relative, a rabbit.
Meng Fuyao laughed merrily on the horse, watching the event unfold.
Meng Fuyao was up to no good that day, and couldn't possibly allow that little fellow to tag along. However, with the telepathic connection he shared with his owner, he might use it to call for Zhangsun Wuji if she did not bring him along. That would spell the end of her fun, and she would not let that happened. As such, she chose to find something to keep the little one occupied.
A few days back she had noticed a hole with a young cat in it. It was the perfect opportunity for her to test if a rat that was unafraid of a cat existed.
Lord Yuan Bao finally confirmed the yellow ball's identity and let out a screech. He jumped off the tree, attempting to flee, only to remember that he was in a dance dress that made movements clumsy. With such a hindrance he slipped a few steps later, and upon getting up to run again, he tumbled once more.