PaiPai-Romane

Kapitel 119

Chu Zhen didn't come to his senses until that extremely dazzling figure left the door.

He called out loudly, "Leyan!"

He took a step and chased after him.

The ninja behind him, whose face was masked and whose expression was unreadable, watched Chu Zhen disappear into the distance and followed him without a word.

No one had ever rejected her so coldly, or rather, no one's indifference had ever made Le Yan feel so hurt.

The thought of Chu Zhen's hesitant expression and her panicked retreat made it clear that he was avoiding her.

The night was deep, and she was filled with anger, wishing she could tear the thick, inky blackness to shreds with a single blow. But when she reached out, she was helpless. She rushed out of the Military Affairs Bureau and heard what sounded like his voice behind her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she wanted to stop. But then she remembered what had just happened and couldn't help but turn around and start walking forward along the street again.

"Hey, just a moment." A familiar voice rang out from the other end.

Le Yan stopped and turned around, only to see someone carrying a huge sword, waving to her warmly: "Brother Le, it's been a long time."

"Hmph." Le Yan ignored her and turned back to face forward.

"Hmm, something seems off." Beitang Yujian pondered for a moment, then, hearing footsteps coming from inside the Zhongtang Mansion, he flashed and followed Leyan.

Le Yan originally wanted to slow down and walk slowly, but she still had a lingering thought that she wanted Chu Zhen to catch up with her or listen to his explanation.

However, she unexpectedly encountered Beitang Yujian and, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of him, she used her lightness skill to fly forward.

Beitang Yujian was not one to give up easily, and he immediately gave chase.

In this way, both of them used their top-notch lightness skills and disappeared at the end of the long street in no time.

When Chu Zhen chased after him to the door, he found the street spotless, without a trace of anyone.

A night breeze blew by, and Chu Zhen closed her eyes slightly. In an instant, she felt a sense of desolation that lingered.

Chapter 144 of "Jiangnan Road by the Misty Waters": Drinking and Celebrating

A cold wind was blowing, causing the lanterns on the noodle stall to sway in the wind.

Steam rose from the large pot, and an enticing aroma wafted on the breeze.

"I was wondering why Young Master Beitang had suddenly become so generous, but it turns out he's just treating me to noodles." Tang Leyan sneered, sat down at the table, and looked around at her surroundings.

The simple noodle stall, with a felt cloth overhead, could only shield it from a little wind and rain; if the wind and rain were to come down hard, it might collapse.

It was nighttime, a cold winter night, and past dinner time. The only customers were Tang Leyan and Beitang Yujian at their table.

There were few people on the street, but the environment was incredibly quiet.

Beitang Yujian casually brushed aside his disheveled hair and said, "Although the place is a bit small and not very grand, the noodles are delicious. I guarantee you'll want to come back after you've tried them once."

Seeing how relaxed he seemed, Tang Leyan couldn't help but laugh: "I say, as the young master of the Sword Pavilion, how much did this noodle stall owner pay you to make you so eager to advertise for him?"

Beitang Yujian coughed softly: "Brother Le, please don't be so petty. This young master is simply sharing something good with a good friend. It's very selfless and noble."

Tang Leyan gave a wry smile: "Hmm, I underestimated your gentlemanly heart. But speaking of which... how did you know I hadn't eaten and was starving?"

Beitang Yujian looked at her: "I guessed. Only people who are starving will experience hunger pangs, then internal heat, and then... then..."

He stopped talking and didn't continue.

"What will happen?" Le Yan casually opened her fan and gently shook it.

“Then…” Beitang Yujian reached out and touched his chin, his eyes darting around as he looked at her.

Is there anything in the world that the young master of the Sword Pavilion wouldn't dare to say?

"Ha, haha... I mean... that's how it is. It's easy to argue," Beitang Yujian said.

Tang Leyan gave a low snort and said unhappily:

"How did you know I was arguing with someone? Did you follow me the whole time?"

"Hey, please don't be so sensitive. It's all because I have superhuman observation skills," Beitang Yujian said with a smile.

“I mean you have superhuman confidence,” Tang Leyan said.

“Indeed,” Beitang Yujian said, tossing his hair with a satisfied air. “Thank you for the compliment, Brother Le.”

Tang Leyan chuckled as she spoke. Just then, the noodle stall owner served two bowls of noodles and brought them over.

"Please enjoy your meal, both of you." The elderly man smiled broadly, bowed slightly, and then turned and stepped back to the side.

Tang Leyan looked down at the unassuming bowl of noodles in front of her and couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, "It's truly a case of a tiger fallen into the plains being bullied by dogs..."

"Stop." Beitang Yujian reached out and tapped the back of her hand. "Focus on your food."

Tang Leyan withdrew her hand: "Alright, then I'll try what kind of absolutely delicious thing you, Brother Beitang, highly recommended."

Tang Leyan placed the fan on the table, took the chopsticks handed to her by Beitang Yujian, and gently picked up a few noodles.

"It doesn't look anything special." With a snort, Beitang Yujian across from him said nothing more and buried his head in his food.

Seeing how engrossed and focused he was, she smiled again, then lowered her head and started eating as well.

He took a bite and was surprised by the unprecedented aroma, which was also incredibly fresh and sweet, almost like seafood, yet so tender and smooth that it melted in his mouth. He was momentarily stunned, glanced at Beitang Yujian, and then buried his head in his food.

Before long, the bowls in front of the two were empty. Beitang Yujian looked up and asked, "How was it?"

Tang Leyan smiled: "I didn't expect the noodles here to be so delicious, and I certainly didn't expect you to have discovered it."

"Of course. But we arrived a bit too late tonight and we were out of braised eggs. Otherwise, you would have had a chance to try them, and you would have loved them."

"Now I'm only starting to believe what you're saying, about 30% of the time."

"You, you doubt everything and overthink everything, which easily leads to misunderstandings."

"Huh?" Le Yan tilted her head, looking at Bei Tang Yu Jian. "Why do I always feel like there's something hidden in your words?"

"Really?" he chuckled. "I don't feel that way at all. Oh, perhaps it's because I'm inherently exceptionally intelligent and cultured, making my words sound quite different." "Hmph, is that so?"

"Look at you, you're unhappy again? Hmm, how about we ask the boss for another bowl?"

"No."

"How are you? Are you full?"

"I'm just worried you don't have the money to pay me."

"Don't underestimate me."

"I'm making this judgment based on your past behavior. As far as I know, you and I are both... people who like that kind of thing."

"You're being quite cryptic. By the way, wanna drink?"

"Hmm... there's alcohol here?"

After Tang Leyan finished speaking, Beitang Yujian waved his hand and said, "Uncle."

The noodle stall owner stepped forward with a beaming smile: "Is there anything else you'd like, young master?"

"Uncle, do you have any alcohol?"

"We only have spirits. Would you two gentlemen like some?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Beitang Yujian answered repeatedly.

"Brother Beitang, you're unusually generous today. Did something good happen to you?" Tang Leyan asked suspiciously.

"Actually, I'm naturally generous; you just have poor eyesight." Beitang Yujian smiled and reached out, deftly pouring her a glass of wine. "Please."

Tang Leyan reached out, raised the cup to her lips, and took a small sip.

His brows furrowed slightly as he felt the wine was extremely spicy, as if he had a ball of fire in his mouth. He couldn't spit it out or swallow it, so he immediately frowned.

Beitang Yujian had been watching her expression, and seeing her like this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Tang Leyan turned her head and spat out the wine, saying a few times, "Are you deliberately teasing me?" She felt tears welling up from the spiciness.

"This is how it is the first time I've tasted this kind of wine." Beitang Yujian waved his hand. "It wasn't on my intention, but it's true that you can't drink this."

"You can drink again," she scoffed.

"Of course, watch me demonstrate." Beitang Yujian smiled, picked up his cup of wine behind him, tilted his head back, and drank it down very quickly.

"Hey, what kind of drinking is that? It's just guzzling."

"Only in this way will it not burn."

"It might cause heartburn."

"You're afraid of getting heartburn, so you don't dare to drink it, right?" Beitang Yujian asked.

Tang Leyan's heart skipped a beat, but she said, "That's right. This wine is so spicy. Who knows if it's poisonous? If I swallow it rashly, I might poison myself to the point of having my intestines rupture."

"Even if you didn't mean it, you shouldn't curse me like that," Beitang Yujian said with a bitter face.

"Isn't this what you wanted to hear?" She glanced at him.

Beitang Yujian's eyes sparkled: "I didn't say anything."

"In my opinion, you've said quite a lot along the way." She looked down at the glass of wine in front of her.

"Oh?" Beitang Yujian blinked. "So, what you just said is your answer?"

"The answer, or perhaps it is, is simply a conclusion drawn by a normal person from a normal perspective."

“But I look at you from all angles—Lei, you don’t seem like a normal江湖人 (jianghu person).”

"So you want to hear another answer from me?" Le Yan looked at Bei Tang Yu Jian.

He looked up and laughed: "Will you give me this answer?"

“Yes.” She reached out and picked up the glass on the table. “This drink is indeed very strong. I’ve never tasted it before. It might really burn my heart, or it might really be poisonous. Who knows? But I’m a strange person. Once I’ve decided on something, I’m absolutely not afraid to try it, so…”

“So…” Beitang Yujian murmured, seeing two flames burning in the other’s eyes.

Tang Leyan stopped talking, raised his hand to his mouth, tilted his head back, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, just like he had done before.

The liquor slid straight down my throat, like a small fire burning all the way. That fire rolled into my heart and into my stomach, but the burning sensation I had expected did not appear. Instead, a comforting warmth slowly burned within my body.

"Haha...not bad." She laughed, and with a soft "pop" sound, the cup she was holding turned into powder and slipped from her hand onto the table, becoming a small pile of porcelain dust.

Beitang Yujian stared at her, then slowly frowned, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself. Tang Leyan thought he was about to say something else, but unexpectedly he covered his forehead with his hand and said with a slight distress, "Now, we'll have to pay for the wine glass again... What a loss, what a loss..."

Chapter 145 of "Jiangnan Road by the Misty Waters": Drunk Today

The night breeze blew by, but I didn't feel cold. I had just eaten noodles and drunk wine, and I felt warm all over, indescribably happy.

Seeing Beitang Yujian's troubled expression, he momentarily forgot his own worries and couldn't help but burst into laughter.