The two sat facing each other in the courtyard, Xiao Feng put the girl's foot on his leg and gently took off her shoe.
The girl blushed and shyly lowered her head.
After taking off the shoe, Xiao Feng also took off her yellow and white striped sock, looked at the little foot as white as jade, and suspiciously said, "There's no redness or swelling, it's fine."
The girl directly changed the subject and started to brag about how she impressively subdued the group of thugs.
"Didn't you sprain your foot?" Xiao Feng asked.
The girl acted as if she didn't hear him, continuing, "Brother Xiao Feng, you don't know, at first those people were not convinced, they even dared to ignore my orders..."
"I an, didn't you sprain your foot?"
"Later, I ordered them to stand in a line, barefoot on the ground, do you know why I asked them to take off their shoes?"
"No, can we talk about your foot first?"
"It's because I had them untie their shoelaces, tie each other's hands and feet together, so no one could escape alone, there would be no escapees."
"..." Xiao Feng.
Looking at the girl who was talking nonstop, not listening to him at all, Xiao Feng had reason to suspect that her sprained ankle was a fabrication, with the main purpose being to find an excuse to keep him there to listen to her "heroic deeds."
"Brother Xiao Feng, do you know, those people's feet slled so bad, I almost fainted from it," the girl complained unhappily.
Xiao Feng lifted the girl's foot up, placed it in front of him, and took a deep breath, "Slls nice, my Shihan is the best, she's beautiful, and her feet are fragrant too."
"Brother Xiao Feng, you... you're annoying!"
The girl quickly pulled her foot back, seemingly completely unable to imagine Xiao Feng would do such an embarrassing thing to her, and after leaving a sentence, she hurriedly put on her socks and shoes and ran indoors without looking back.
"Hey, hey, hey, you're running the wrong way, that's my room." Xiao Feng said with a mischievous smile, "What, do you want to sleep with ?"
The girl suddenly felt even more embarrassed, wanting to find a place to hide, she fled like the wind back to her own room.
Xiao Feng shook his head and laughed, such behavior from the girl was extrely rare.
...
It wasn't until two o'clock in the afternoon that Zhao Guo'an finally woke up, but his head was still groggy, and he was extrely thirsty.
While trying to recall what happened last night, a familiar voice sounded, "You're awake?"
Hearing this voice, Zhao Guo'an instantly shook with a start, sitting up from the bed, but because of the sudden movent, a wave of dizziness hit him, and he lay back down.
Not far away, Zhen Jinghan quickly walked over from the Eight Immortals table and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Zhao Guo'an waved his hand to indicate.
"Shall I get you so water then?"
"Okay."
Taking the cup of water handed over by Zhen Jinghan, Zhao Guo'an eagerly drank it as the water spilled onto the quilt, like a thirsty explorer in the desert finding lifesaving spring water.
"Drink slower." Zhen Jinghan reproached.
"Whew..." Zhao Guo'an exhaled a long breath, handed the cup back to Zhen Jinghan, and said, "Just give the teapot directly."
Zhen Jinghan nodded and brought over the teapot from the Eight Immortals table.
Zhao Guo'an drank from the spout of the teapot in long gulps until the thirst was finally quenched, though the dizziness in his head persisted.
"How did I co back last night?" Zhao Guo'an wondered, "And why does my nose hurt so much, who hit ?"
Zhen Jinghan sighed helplessly and relayed the events Xiao Feng had told her to Zhao Guo'an in detail.
After hearing everything, Zhao Guo'an couldn't help but ask nervously, "Besides these, did Old Xiao ntion anything else to you?"
"Sothing else?" Zhen Jinghan asked puzzled, "What else?"
"Like why I drank so much..." Zhao Guo'an probed, his eyes fixed on Zhen Jinghan's face, watching her reaction.
Zhen Jinghan's face turned slightly red as she shook her head, "He didn't say that, but... if you are willing to talk about it, I can listen."
"Let just rest a bit first." Zhao Guo'an evaded, naturally not daring to tell the truth.
After a long silence, Zhao Guo'an made small talk, "When did you co over?"
"I ca over in the morning. Shihan called to co over and have breakfast together," Zhen Jinghan replied.
"Oh, I see." Zhao Guo'an nodded, then asked, "The courtyard is so quiet, have Old Xiao and the others gone out?"
Zhen Jinghan nodded, "They said they went to the temple to burn incense. I saw you weren't awake, so I stayed to watch over you. Are you hungry? Should I make you sothing to eat?"
"No need, I don't want to eat anything at the mont." Zhao Guo'an shook his head, finding it sowhat strange, going to the temple to burn incense, that surely wasn't suggested by Xiao Feng.
...
Zhao Guo'an's guess was correct. The reason everyone set off for the temple was actually because of Uncle Jiu.
According to Uncle Jiu, it was his own rule to visit the temple and burn incense before "going underground," even if it didn't necessarily bring divine protection, at least it provided psychological comfort.
Xiao Feng wasn't particularly impressed by this practice of turning to Buddhism at the last minute. If it worked, it would be a miracle. But as Uncle Jiu said, it's about psychological comfort.
Of course, this was considering everyone's standpoint, his personal belief was more practical, relying on oneself was better than depending on others. Faith indeed has its unique power, but solely relying on burning incense would be naïve.
After gathering, everyone set off together for the temple.
Uncle Jiu led the way, introducing, "Our Jiuyou Town has a temple fair every month, it's a major feature locally, as you might have seen a few days ago.
The temple is very effective, and the incense offerings are always thriving.
It's said that during the war, two villages hid in the temple during a raid, and the soldiers searched every house along the streets but found no one, angrily shouting in the streets.
But strangely, the soldiers' troops didn't search the temple right in front of them, as if they couldn't see it."
Upon hearing the word "soldiers," Su Yuzhuo didn't have much reaction, but Fujiwara Keiaki was visibly displeased, even if he didn't understand the Huaxia language well, he clearly knew what those words ant.
"Is this story true?" The girl blinked her big eyes and asked.
Uncle Jiu laughed, "Stories, true or false, don't really matter, just listen to them, I've never seen it with my own eyes anyway."
At this ti, Xiao Feng asked, "I'm curious, why are Jiuyou Town's temple fairs held at night, is there a special reason for this?"
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