Chapter 25 The Red Stone

This is what was written in the script.

Fang Zhi also knew in advance that such a scene would happen.

But at this point, he was looking at another performer from top to bottom, and he could even see his own shadow from the other side's eyes. Rather than saying it was a surprise from his performance, it would be better to say it was. Really stunned God.

Lin Ji didn't know what the man on the opposite side was thinking, she reached out and pinned the young man's long drooping hair, looked at him tenderly and affectionately, and asked softly.

"Are you all right?"

Fang Zhi suddenly returned to his senses.

Yu Wenyao stretched out his hand and pulled off the red silk cloth covering his head, and stood up quickly on the ground, and then extended his hand to Zhuang Mu who had just sat up.

Zhuang Mu looked at the unnatural blush on his face, with a smile in his eyes, and without any hesitation he took the other party's hand, and stood up with a light help: "Thank you."

Yu Wenyao didn't dare to look directly into his eyes, she looked down at the red cloth embroidered with peach blossoms in her hand, the blush on her face stained the auricle.

"……fine."

Zhuang Mu knew that he was embarrassed and didn't say much.

Yu Wenyao was not from Huashen County. He originally planned to return the red silk cloth, but he couldn't match the hospitality of the local people. In the end, he accepted Huashenzhi, who was said to be lucky if he received it.

Although there was a little accident on the way, Zhuang Mu and Yu Wenyao still walked through the entire street.

Zhuang Mu saw the young man staring at the old man who was selling candied gourd in a daze, thinking he wanted to eat candied gourd, smiled and asked him to wait for him in place for a while.

Yu Wenyao nodded, watching the man's back gradually walking away, and then raised his head to look at the lantern that was hanging right above.

If it is now, maybe not...

The young man's fingertips on the red silk cloth tightened unconsciously.

In heart, counted ten numbers at a very fast speed.

Look, nothing happened...

"What are you looking at?"

A familiar voice came from her side, Yu Wenyao turned her head in surprise, and saw the man who should have gone far appeared next to him, and looked up at the lantern above with him.

Yu Wenyao's mood is a little complicated.

"You're not going to..."

"By the way," Zhuang Mu just finished counting to ten, and looked down at the young man in front of him, with a bright smile on his face, "I haven't asked you which one you want to eat?"

Because they had to get up early the next day to travel, the two returned to the inn after visiting the lamp street.

Although the room was spacious, there was only one bed, and the two pushed each other.

Here, Yu Wenyao said that His Majesty's dragon body is noble, and it would be inappropriate to let the emperor lay the floor when he sleeps in his own bed.

Over there, Zhuang Mu said that he should not be the emperor after he said it earlier. He was frightened tonight and needed to rest more than he did, otherwise he would have to hurry tomorrow morning.

Neither of the two persuaded the other. In the end, Zhuang Mu sighed and asked the store owner to find some guys over.

After everyone came, he threw the whole ingot with a slam, saying that he wanted to trouble them to help build a temporary bed, preferably within half an hour.

The store owner even said of course, after collecting the gold, he instructed people to build a new bed as quickly as possible.

The two rested at night.

Zhuang Mu quickly fell asleep because he had been rushing for a day and a night.

In the middle of the night, he vaguely heard the sound of the window opening. He subconsciously felt that he should get up to check the situation, but his eyelids were too heavy, and he quickly fell asleep again.

When woke up the next morning, saw that Yu Wenyao had finished grooming, sitting quietly by the window and reading a book.

Zhuang Mu just woke up, but his mind was still a little cloudy. He said early, and then asked casually, "Did you hear anything last night?"

Yu Wenyao turned a page: "What voice?"

"Didn't you hear it?" Zhuang Mu mumbled, "That was probably just a dream I had."

After breakfast, set off on the road.

In two days, we arrived at Hongshi Village.

Everyone in the village basically knew Yu Wenyao, and when they saw him back, they greeted him warmly.

As soon as Zhuang Mu came, he saw the nameless and lonely mountain behind the village.

"Could it be that the hard-to-find medicinal herbs that your master mentioned must be found on that mountain?"

Yu Wenyao hummed, pushed open the door of her room, and invited Zhuang Mu in.

Zhuang Mu didn't dislike the humble house either, and while walking inside, he asked, "Then when do we leave?"

Yu Wenyao picked a basket: "That place...it's not so easy to go, you wait here for a while..."

The smile on Zhuang Mu's face faded instantly, and his brows were furrowed: "Do you want to go alone?"

Yu Wenyao nodded: "That road is very dangerous, it's not easy to walk, and I can't let you take risks."

"Can I let you face the danger alone?!" Zhuang Mu's voice rose unconsciously.

Both were stunned.

Zhuang Mu realized that he had lost his way, scratched his hair, gritted his teeth, and quickly made up his mind.

"Okay, then I'll just say it straight," he raised his head and looked into the young man's eyes earnestly.

Yu Wenyao looked stunned: "What..."

"I said I was reluctant," Zhuang Mu held his face gently, his voice was gentle and intoxicating, "You really don't understand at all?"

Yu Wenyao understood.

But there was something between them that he didn't dare to understand.

It suddenly started to rain outside.

The raindrops fell on the leaves, on the eaves, and on the ground, with a pattering sound.

Yu Wenyao came back to her senses and looked out of the house with a vague gaze: "...It's raining?"

"Well," Zhuang Mu didn't intend to force him too tightly, and withdrew his hand, "It's even harder to walk on the mountain road in rainy days, why don't we go together tomorrow?"

Yu Wenyao hummed very lightly.

The rain was so fierce that it couldn't stop for a while.

Standing at the door, Zhuang Mu was suddenly attracted by the red stones piled up in the corner of the yard.

Strange, when he came in just now, he didn't seem to see such a pile of red stones.

Yu Wenyao saw his doubts and explained.

"These stones are our specialty here. They are no different from ordinary stones, but they turn red when it rains."

"That's why it's called Hongshi Village." Zhuang Mu then reacted.

The rain is heavier than before.

The stones in the corner of the yard also turned redder, as if blood was about to bleed.

Zhuang Mu leaned on the table and fell asleep unconsciously.

"It's too late now, let's go."

The man's voice came suddenly from the yard.

Yu Wenyao looked towards the door and looked at the man in golden armor calmly across the rain curtain.

"Are you crazy?" The man's expression darkened, "If you continue to stay by his side, you will die."