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opportunity.
It seems Aunt Gu already knew perfectly well that the aloof sect leader was none other than the "Fairy Shen" he and Xiaoxiao had been searching for for eleven years. Perhaps...
She only hinted at it in this roundabout way because Shen Qingshang begged her to keep it a secret; she really went to great lengths.
Thinking of this, Su Mu felt a surge of warmth in her heart and handed over the food box she was carrying.
"It smells so good~ Mu'er's cooking is still so amazing, just smelling it makes my mouth water."
Gu Zhaorong took the still-warm food box, gently opened it a crack, took a deep breath, and showed a satisfied and happy expression on her face.
"Has Mu'er used it herself?" she asked, looking up at him with gentle eyes.
"Not yet," Su Mu blinked, a sly glint in her eyes, "I was thinking that even though Aunt Gu is in seclusion, she might still have some free time."
"Could you please come in and have some dinner with me?"
"You... I just can't do anything with you. Come in~" Gu Zhaorong gave him a playful glare, stepped aside to let him into the room, her tone carrying a hint of...
It was obvious that they indulged and delighted him.
Gu Zhaorong's boudoir was not spacious, but it was decorated in an extremely elegant and cozy manner.
The furniture was arranged in a pleasing, orderly fashion, with small ornaments such as porcelain and calligraphy interspersed throughout, exuding an understated elegance.
Refined taste.
This wasn't Su Mu's first time here, but each time she entered, she would still secretly marvel at how Aunt Gu had managed to make this little haven so comfortable.
Suitable for people.
The two sat down facing each other at a small table by the window. Su Mu took the dishes out of the food box and arranged them neatly. Gu Zhaorong elegantly picked up her jade chopsticks.
Pick up a piece of the tempting dish with your chopsticks and put it in your mouth to savor it.
"Mmm! It's delicious!" she praised generously, her smile radiant. "Mu'er wasn't in the sect these past few days and couldn't eat your cooking, so..."
My aunt always felt something was missing; she couldn't even muster the energy to meditate.
"I'm glad Aunt Gu likes it." Su Mu smiled as she served her food. "My senior uncles and sisters have also been very supportive; the kitchen has almost run out of ingredients."
"Hehe, we're truly fortunate to have Mu'er in our sect." Gu Zhaorong's eyes flashed with a meaningful light. "I just wonder... what about us?"
"Would the sect leader have the honor of tasting Mu'er's cooking?"
"That's for sure. To be honest, the sect leader has already accepted me as his personal disciple. As his disciple, it's only right and proper for me to show him some filial piety."
Respecting and honoring one's teacher is the right thing to do.
Su Mu met her gaze calmly, and saw little surprise in her smiling phoenix eyes. Their unspoken understanding was palpable.
Needless to say.
"Really? That's good then." Gu Zhaorong's face showed a relieved and gratified smile. "I was a little worried before, that she might find an excuse..."
I was hiding from you, but I never expected you two to get along so well, and even become master and disciple.
“Then,” she leaned forward with interest, “to get along with our Sect Leader of the Sleeping Flower Sect, one must be her personal disciple,
How does it feel to also be her mentor in mundane affairs?
Su Mu smiled and said calmly, "My master may seem aloof and distant on the surface, but she actually cares deeply about the sect, as well as about me and Xiaoxiao."
He is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
Although he is still somewhat inexperienced in handling routine affairs, I believe that given time, with Master's wisdom, he will surely be able to handle things independently.
He paused, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes: "This strong yet gentle nature, this tendency to do more than talk, reminds me of a..."
"Old friends, I feel especially close to them."
Upon hearing this, Gu Ding Zhaorong smiled even more deeply: "You're quite right. My junior sister has looked just like this since she was a child."
She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and her thoughts seemed to drift back to the past: "She was just like that back in the Shuyu Sect."
Our master, who is now the sect leader of the Sleeping Flower Sect, has a rather... well, unrestrained and free-spirited personality, and mostly lets us disciples grow up freely.
"Many of the junior sisters under the sect have followed in their master's footsteps, becoming lazy and carefree. Such behavior is actually quite unusual in the strictly regulated Shuyu Sect."
It's difficult to establish a foothold there.
"Although our master holds a revered position within the sect and possesses profound cultivation, and disciples from other peaks dare not openly bully us, they secretly..."
The gossip never stopped, and they were often ostracized and had their cultivation resources cut off.
These are all things my junior sister finds most intolerable.
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"If she hears even the slightest word that is detrimental to the sect, she will be the first to draw her sword and confront the sect leader, insisting on a duel to determine who is superior."
She fought to get justice for us. In the various competitions within the sect, she gave her all, winning honor for her sect.
"Later, although our master led us away from the Shuyu Sect and founded the Mianhua Sect, he still maintained that carefree and uninvolved demeanor."
She naturally took on the responsibility of strictly disciplining her disciples and maintaining order within the sect.
This perfectly aligns with my principle of "strictness" and my principle of "leniency," creating a delicate balance that prevents the sect from being as rigid and harsh as the Shuyu Sect.
It won't be too scattered and disorderly either.
Gu Zhaorong sighed softly, her eyes filled with pity: "She was an orphan that Master took in years ago, and she has long regarded the Sleeping Flower Sect as her only family."
"Our family treats us fellow students like their closest relatives, and cherishes us immensely."
"That's why she sees protecting us as her duty, and at the same time, she's extremely afraid of losing someone important to her. So, when something like this really happens..."
The pain and self-blame she felt during her death are unimaginable; it's likely... she'll find it very difficult to overcome.
Su Mu listened quietly and nodded earnestly.
Then, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Aunt Gu, it's quite a coincidence, I also happen to know someone who looks very similar to her."
This person is different from the sect leader you described.
"Oh?" Gu Zhaorong's interest was piqued, and she rested her chin on her hand again, adopting a listening posture.
"Like the sect leader, she was obsessed with swords and devoted to martial arts, but she could also sit quietly and patiently embroider clothes. She was also not very..."
He could appreciate those books and classics, yet he would patiently teach Xiaoxiao to read and write.
"At first, she was aloof and distant, but later she would show me a unique and extremely beautiful smile."
“Aunt Gu, people always change. Before I met Xiaoxiao, I was also a withdrawn person.”
He thought of himself before he wore this costume, "People will strive to change for the one they love, and I believe the sect leader will do the same. I will stay by her side."
They were there to help her slowly emerge from the shadows and pain of her past.
Gu Zhao gazed at the young man before her, whose gaze was firm and whose tone was steady and reliable—no, he had now grown into a true man.
A warm feeling filled her heart. "Yes, with Mu'er here, Aunt Gu can rest assured."
However, she changed the subject, a sly glint in her eyes, and asked teasingly, "But from what you're saying... you want to become your master..."
The one you love?
Su Mu met her gaze and smiled frankly: "Maybe."
"Hmph, you really are greedy~" Gu Zhaorong deliberately put on a stern face, but her eyes were full of laughter. "Aren't you afraid that Xiaoxiao will eat her own master's food?"
The Emperor's vinegar?
"Then it's up to you, Aunt Gu." Su Mu suddenly reached out and gently grasped Gu Zhaorong's soft hand, which was resting on the table, her gaze fixed intently on her.
She met his gaze.
"Me, me?" Gu Zhaorong was not expected to do this suddenly. Her composure just now disappeared instantly, and two blushes appeared on her cheeks.
The fingers enveloped by Su Mu's warm hand curled slightly, and her palm was even slightly damp. "Xiaoxiao, are you jealous? With...with me?"
What relationship?
Su Mu slowly stood up, walked around behind Xiang Zhaorong, leaned close, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, and whispered seductively...
He spoke softly in a deep voice:
"I have roughly figured out the solution to the root of Xiaoxiao's inner demons."
His arm naturally encircled her limbs, bringing the two of them even closer.
"The key is to make Xiaoqiao a little jealous, Aunt Gu. Would you be willing to practice with me for a bit?"
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Chapter Fifty-Six Massage
"Um...you mean this method really works?" Gu Zhaorong's cheeks were flushed, her breathing was a little unsteady, and her voice carried a hint of hesitation and expectation.
treat.
"Of course it's true." Su Mu's tone was certain, his fingertips already gently tracing her shoulder and neck. "I tried it in the peach blossom grove; Xiaoxiao was restless..."
The situation has indeed improved considerably.
If it weren't for the prior "desensitization" preparation, Xiaoxiao, with her jealous nature, would probably have really mustered the courage to question her master behind the screen about why...
They simply admired his heroic posture while practicing martial arts.
"Then... then how will you practice with Aunt Gu?" Gu Zhaorong asked breathlessly, as if she had finally made up her mind and accepted his seemingly absurd question.
Invitation.
"Don't worry, Aunt Ding, Mu'er knows what she's doing and won't overstep her bounds. I just see you work so hard every day, so I wanted to massage your shoulders and neck to relax them a little."
"It's just fulfilling my filial duty." As he spoke, his warm palms firmly rested on Gu Zhaorong's slender neck and rounded shoulders, massaging them with just the right amount of pressure.
Come.
"No, alright," Gu Zhaorong's tense body gradually relaxed, and her breathing became more even, allowing herself to immerse herself in this comfortable caress.
Comforting. Yet, deep in her heart, a faint, indescribable sense of loss arose, as if anticipating something more... a deeper touch.
"Aunt Gu spends so much time hunched over her desk reviewing documents that her neck and shoulder muscles are indeed a bit stiff." Su Mu felt the smoothness and slight tension of the skin beneath her fingertips.
With concern in her voice, she said, "You should get up and move around more often, practice some exercises, and improve your blood circulation."
"Uh, I don't know," Gu Zhaorong mumbled in response. Su Mu's technique was excellent, with even pressure, precise acupoints, and warmth penetrating through the skin and into the meridians.
The massage dispelled her pent-up fatigue, leaving her feeling weak all over and sleepy.
She unconsciously relaxed her body, leaning lazily into the warm embrace behind her. The neckline of her nightgown slipped slightly with the movement, revealing a...
Duan's fair and smooth shoulders gleamed with a lustrous sheen in the dim light of the road.
Su Mu's hand moved downwards and embraced her bare shoulder, his fingertips, burning hot, gently caressing her delicate skin.
"Mmm, Mu'er's hands are so warm." Her shoulders, exposed to the slightly cool air for only a moment, were then enveloped in an even warmer embrace, bringing her ten...
A sense of security.
Gu Zhaorong unconsciously snuggled closer to him, seeking more comfort. This movement inevitably caused the full, firm curves of her breasts to become more prominent.
The ground brushed against Su Mu's body, instantly igniting the hidden spark.
"Ugh, Mu'er, you're poking me." Xiang Zhaorong mumbled incoherently, then suddenly snapped awake, realizing the firm...
The hard texture made her cheeks flush bright red, even her earlobes turned bright red.
"Mu, Mu'er." She was wide awake and her body involuntarily twisted slightly, rubbing against him a few more times, causing the person behind her to gasp.
"It's my fault, Mu'er, for disturbing Aunt Gu." Su Mu's voice was slightly hoarse with restraint, but her arms tightened around her.
"N-nothing... Qing Zhaorong tried to remain calm, but her voice trembled slightly," "It's all...it's all a normal reaction...Mu'er is really...gifted."
She blushed and tried to make her tone sound like an objective evaluation from an elder.
To divert attention from the heart-pounding awkwardness, she seemed to remember something and asked, "When you were in Qingzhou City... were you also like this, 'stimulating Xiao'?"
Do you know?