Ah Zhao is pleased to hear that from the Gu Hao.
The male lead is both sensible and cool.
Perfect.
Before all their dishes are served, two young practitioners come in.
Both of them are handsome and looks proud, who sit right next to Ah Zhao and Gu Hao.
Gu Hao looks at them, not turning a hair and writes down the character “Gu” on the table with the tip of his fingertip.
“The Gu Clan?” Ah Zhao's cold voice rises up beside him.
Gu Hao looks sideways. Finding the two lads haven't heard her, he realizes that Senior Zhao must have used a special approach to talk to him.
He nods.
Then Ah Zhao doesn’t talk anymore. They enjoy the dishes leisurely.
What Gu Hao doesn’t know is that Ah Zhao is thinking about him while not talking.
Put it more specifically, she is thinking about that half palm and slender fingers he showed when he was writing on the table.
He wears a pitch-black cloak while his hands are fair, not the kind of cream-like fairness, more of a jade-like fairness, cold but delicate.
Fairness against darkness gives birth to an extreme sense of beauty.
Ah Zhao likes all kinds of beautiful stuff, so she is lost in her thought in an instant.
By now, those two who are sitting beside them start to talk below their breaths:
“I’ve heard that Young Lady of Feng Family is going to come to our clan tomorrow.”
"Young Lady of Feng Family?"
“Yes, the one who is engaged with Young Master Gu Hao.”
“Huh, young master. He has been gone for two years. Perhaps, he is already dead at some corner.”
“I've heard from my father that Feng Family comes to break off the engagement.”
“Our leader has gone into seclusion for two years. I’ve heard he wanted to ascend to a higher level. I wonder if he’ll show up this time.”
“...”
Those two disciples have lowered their voices intentionally. But not only Ah Zhao but also Gu Hao is higher than them in terms of kung fu level so they’ve heard them loud and clear.
When Ah Zhao heard that Feng Family is going to break off the engagement, she observes Gu Hao carefully.
Gu Hao isn't shocked at all. He even picks up some Sweet and Sour Mandarin Fish, tasting it and remarks:
“This one’s good.”
That night, they stay at the same inn.
The second day is a fine day without even a trace of wind.
Ah Zhao and Gu Hao head directly to Gu Manor.
The Gu Manor looks more ostentatious and extravagant than usual with the number of its guards doubled.
Obviously, the Gu Clan takes that Young Lady of Feng Family very seriously.
“Stop! Who are you?” Seeing two strangers in cloaks, a guard takes a step forward and scolds.
Ah Zhao doesn’t move. Gu Hao walks forward and takes off his cloak.
“It's me, Gu Hao.”
Seeing him, those guards stop for a second, not because of his identity, but for his looks.
Now that Gu Hao has come of age, his appearance has shown all the advantages of the bloodline of ancient phoenix. Each one of his facial features is so delicate in the way that it is difficult to tell whether it belongs to a male or female. Combined together, there's no trace of a female left on him which gives him a handsome and domineering appearance.
The guard who scolds them blushes. After Gu Hao left the Gu Clan, those guards have changed several times thus he doesn’t know Gu Hao at all.
He asks politely: “Master, please wait for a second. I’ll inform the steward to come and fetch you.”
After he has said that, he leaves in a hurry.
Ah Zhao suddenly laughs softly.
Gu Hao tilts his head: “Senior one, what makes you so happy?”
Ah Zhao says with all seriousness: “That young man is bewitched by your beauty. Isn't that funny?”
Ah Zhao is pleased to hear that from the Gu Hao.
The male lead is both sensible and cool.
Perfect.
Before all their dishes are served, two young practitioners come in.
Both of them are handsome and looks proud, who sit right next to Ah Zhao and Gu Hao.
Gu Hao looks at them, not turning a hair and writes down the character “Gu” on the table with the tip of his fingertip.
“The Gu Clan?” Ah Zhao's cold voice rises up beside him.
Gu Hao looks sideways. Finding the two lads haven't heard her, he realizes that Senior Zhao must have used a special approach to talk to him.
He nods.
Then Ah Zhao doesn’t talk anymore. They enjoy the dishes leisurely.
What Gu Hao doesn’t know is that Ah Zhao is thinking about him while not talking.
Put it more specifically, she is thinking about that half palm and slender fingers he showed when he was writing on the table.
He wears a pitch-black cloak while his hands are fair, not the kind of cream-like fairness, more of a jade-like fairness, cold but delicate.
Fairness against darkness gives birth to an extreme sense of beauty.
Ah Zhao likes all kinds of beautiful stuff, so she is lost in her thought in an instant.
By now, those two who are sitting beside them start to talk below their breaths:
“I’ve heard that Young Lady of Feng Family is going to come to our clan tomorrow.”
"Young Lady of Feng Family?"
“Yes, the one who is engaged with Young Master Gu Hao.”
“Huh, young master. He has been gone for two years. Perhaps, he is already dead at some corner.”
“I've heard from my father that Feng Family comes to break off the engagement.”
“Our leader has gone into seclusion for two years. I’ve heard he wanted to ascend to a higher level. I wonder if he’ll show up this time.”
“...”
Those two disciples have lowered their voices intentionally. But not only Ah Zhao but also Gu Hao is higher than them in terms of kung fu level so they’ve heard them loud and clear.
When Ah Zhao heard that Feng Family is going to break off the engagement, she observes Gu Hao carefully.
Gu Hao isn't shocked at all. He even picks up some Sweet and Sour Mandarin Fish, tasting it and remarks:
“This one’s good.”
That night, they stay at the same inn.
The second day is a fine day without even a trace of wind.
Ah Zhao and Gu Hao head directly to Gu Manor.
The Gu Manor looks more ostentatious and extravagant than usual with the number of its guards doubled.
Obviously, the Gu Clan takes that Young Lady of Feng Family very seriously.
“Stop! Who are you?” Seeing two strangers in cloaks, a guard takes a step forward and scolds.
Ah Zhao doesn’t move. Gu Hao walks forward and takes off his cloak.
“It's me, Gu Hao.”
Seeing him, those guards stop for a second, not because of his identity, but for his looks.
Now that Gu Hao has come of age, his appearance has shown all the advantages of the bloodline of ancient phoenix. Each one of his facial features is so delicate in the way that it is difficult to tell whether it belongs to a male or female. Combined together, there's no trace of a female left on him which gives him a handsome and domineering appearance.
The guard who scolds them blushes. After Gu Hao left the Gu Clan, those guards have changed several times thus he doesn’t know Gu Hao at all.
He asks politely: “Master, please wait for a second. I’ll inform the steward to come and fetch you.”
After he has said that, he leaves in a hurry.
Ah Zhao suddenly laughs softly.
Gu Hao tilts his head: “Senior one, what makes you so happy?”
Ah Zhao says with all seriousness: “That young man is bewitched by your beauty. Isn't that funny?”
