"On this cold and bitter night, why are you not in bed sleeping peacefully? What are you doing here?"
Zhuge Jingjun was startled by the impolite voice behind her.
He was not from the manor. He was around thirty years old, dressed in a dark blue robe, with a sword at his waist. His jet-black hair was tied up with a golden crown atop his head. He was tall and sturdy, with bright eyes. Although his face was handsome and clean, it still bore the signs of being weather-beaten.
Seeing him, the first thing Zhuge Jingjun thought of was surprisingly Zhuge Jun. Like Zhuge Jun, he also possessed an intimidating aura. The only difference was that Zhuge Jun was ice, somber and cold, while he was fire, scalding with heat.
"Who are you? How dare you break into Zhuge Manor?" Zhuge Jingjun raised her eyebrows and stood up to question.
"Long Renyu."
Zhuge Jingjun slipped and almost fell into the water.
"You... Weren't you patrolling Mobei… How..." She steadied herself, rambling.
"As long as I want to come back, I can come back anytime." He scrutinized Zhuge Jingjun expressionlessly, as if appraising an object.
She forced herself to remain calm. "Why have you come to the manor? It's so late, shouldn't you be at your General's Mansion?"
"I just couldn't wait to see my future wife." He smirked, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
Zhuge Jingjun's face flushed red in an instant, unsure of how to respond.
Seeing her embarrassed look, Long Renyu shifted his gaze to the Water Moon Pavilion and said, "Just ordinary, nothing special."
When he said this, his expression was earnest and serious.
Zhuge Jingjun concluded that he was evaluating her.
"Yes, I am just an ordinary person, common in all respects, and not worthy of General Long, who has such outstanding battle achievements." She sneered, raising her head to meet his gaze. "But don't worry, I have never been interested in being the general's wife. Even becoming a nun in a small temple would be a hundred times better than that. General, please do as you please. Jingjun bids goodbye."
Long Renyu was left standing all alone on the plank road by her. Her slightly childish back remained in his eyes for a long time.
"She also has a bad temper." He sighed, "Beauty is a source of calamity[1], this is indeed the truth."
[1] 红颜祸水: charming beauty who makes men fall and leads to disasters (such as a loss of wealth or reputation, or a toppled nation); dangerous woman; femme fatale.
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