CH 79

Chapter 79 A Fair Judge (1)

In just that short while, Chi Jingxi had already made his way over. He asked sarcastically, "Why don't you continue to lie down?"

Wen Yantong smiled and said, "I’m just kidding! Only just kidding..."

Chi Jingxi stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek, pulling it forward. He turned her head and said, "Take a good look. With so many maidens present, is it really appropriate for you to make that?"

Wen Yantong's hands subconsciously covered his hands. She immediately replied, "It's not suitable. It's not suitable! I know I was wrong!"

Chi Jingxi's hands were warm. They were completely different from Wen Yantong's cold and wet hands, which had been in the snow. She combined her palms and covered Chi Jingxi's right hand completely. The extreme coolness irritated his skin, causing him to loosen and retract his hand.

After a long time, the coolness from Wen Yantong’s hands seemed to remain in his hand.

As Fu Zixian exhaled a deep sigh of relief, Mu Yang patted his shoulder and said, "As expected, only Brother Xi can counter Wen Yantong."

Wen Yantong glared at him. I was playing with Fu Zixian. Why interfere?!

Mu Yang pretended not to see it.

Cheng Xiao followed behind Cheng Xin. As they both came over, he asked, "What are you people playing?"

Fu Tanghuan was very happy to see him. She walked to him and said, "Xiao gege, would you like to work with me? We’re holding a snow sculpting competition to see who can do it best."

Cheng Xiao became interested as soon as he heard it. "What reward will the winner receive?"

"Each of us must grant the winner a wish." Fu Tanghuan said, "It must be within the acceptable range, of course."

Cheng Xiao smiled. "That sounds fun. I want to participate too."

He then turned to Cheng Xin and said, "Fifth Imperial Brother should join too. We haven't built a snow statue together for a long time."

Cheng Xin wanted to refuse, but Mu Yang and Cheng Xiao's eyes were scorching hot. He had no choice but to agree.

Wen Yantong shrank her neck. "Then I won't continue to participate."

Fu Tanghuan was disappointed. "Why?"

"I'll be the judge!" Wen Yantong said.

"No. What if you are biased?" Mu Yang was unhappy and pointed to Chi Jingxi. "Brother Xi will definitely not participate. Why don't you judge together with Wen Yantong then?"

Chi Jingxi nodded in agreement.

So a few people got busy again.

Wen Yantong rubbed the dampness of her hands dry, then tucked them into her sleeves to keep warm. Chi Jingxi stood beside her, seriously looking at each snow statue.

Wen Yantong naturally wanted to find something to talk about and said with a smile, "Little Marquis, have you heard the rumors about Nian'an Temple?"

Of course he had. Chi Jingxi grew up in Chaoge since he was a child. Moreover, he had the blabbermouth Mu Yang by his side. He glanced at Wen Yantong. "Yes, what about it?"

"Aren't you afraid?" Wen Yantong asked.

The corners of Chi Jingxi's mouth twitched, evoking a sneer. "It is just a deceitful trick."

Wen Yantong recalled. In fact, there were many details in the book that she couldn't remember very clearly. She only remembered that this Snow Clearing Festival was mentioned in the form of memories from the minds of several protagonists.

Most of the stories told in the original book took place after the protagonists were in their twenties. The plots in the Academy were often mentioned in the form of memories or oral recollections.

So the reason why Nian'an Temple was rumored to be haunted– Wen Yantong, as a reader, did not know.

She only knew that Chi Jingxi would be injured during this Snow Clearing Festival. And for some reason, he would end up in Beiyuan, the courtyard where the girls lived. He was discovered and rescued by Fu Tanghuan, which led to his budding feelings for Fu Tanghuan.

The more she thought, the more engrossed Wen Yantong became with her thoughts; her head hunched over in a daze. Realizing that she hasn’t moved for a long time, Chi Jingxi couldn't help but turn his head to take a look.

Wen Yantong was wearing very light colored clothes today. She chose a very bright yellow, a bit like the color of a chick. 

In order to keep her neck from the blowing wind, she did not directly tie all of her hair like the others. Wen Yantong only tied a small ball on her head and fastened it with a snow-white jade hairpin. Just now, because she was rolling in the snow, there was a lot of snow on her hair. Now that she warmed up, the leftover snow melted, causing her hair to be slightly wet.

After her intake increased, Wen Yantong gradually fattened up, and she was no longer as frighteningly frail as before. Her face was fair, and her eyes were bright, which gave birth to her having a delicate and graceful feeling.

Only then did Chi Jingxi discover that the Little Cripple was no longer the Little Cripple he remembered.

Because he was staring for so long, Wen Yantong eventually noticed his gaze and turned to look at him suspiciously, "Little Marquis, is there something on me?"

Chi Jingxi's black lacquer-like eyes flickered as he calmly replied, "I was wondering why you were born so short."

Wen Yantong looked at their height gap and smiled cheekily, "I still have more time. Don't worry."

Chi Jingxi turned around and said indifferently, "Fu Zixian is the same age as you."

Wen Yantong scratched her head. "Third Young Lady Fu is older than me, but she's still about the same height as me."

"Are you comparing yourself with a girl?" Chi Jingxi asked back.

Wen Yantong shut up. She almost forgot that she was suppose to a big grown man now.