He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

This is the entrance to the alley. A familiar, tall figure leans against the wall with his arms crossed, looking over with a dazed expression. He pauses for a moment, seemingly puzzled, then lowers his hands and stands up straight.

His lips twitched as if he wanted to call out to her. Heaven knows, Leng Huan was running at top speed, and when he looked up and saw Fu Xun, he looked like he'd seen a ghost!

She paused for only a second before turning around, pretending not to see him before he could speak, stopping and turning smoothly with fluid movements.

Just as she was about to gather her strength, she heard Fu Xun's puzzled voice from behind her: "Brother Huan, what are you doing here?"

"Where are you going?"

Don't listen, don't listen!

Leng Huan continued to leap onto the wall, and Fu Xun's voice reached her ears again, carrying a complicated sense of grievance: "Did I do something to make you dislike me? Why did you just leave without paying attention to me..."

"..." Upon hearing this, Leng Huan almost stumbled and fell off the wall. She wondered how Fu Xun had discovered her absence, and how he had managed to be waiting ahead of her.

"Hahaha... Junior Brother Yin Xun, what are you doing here?"

"Um... I told you I saw a really beautiful raccoon dog in the dressing room just now, and on a whim, I chased after it. Would you believe me?"

Leng Huan turned his head while making excuses, then landed in front of him.

Fu Xun stared at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled—the kind of smile that could make a young girl's heart flutter—his voice tinged with relief: "So that's how it is. Of course I believe you. That's good. I thought you'd misunderstood something..."

As he approached, he said, "Did you catch the raccoon? I just chased after a little fox too."

Leng Huan pointed to the wall he had jumped down from, pretending to be serious, "The cat ran away from over there just now."

She looked at Fu Xun and emphasized, "Really! A very beautiful cat, pure white with heterochromatic eyes. I was so happy to see her that I chased after her. I was in such a hurry that I didn't even see you, hahaha..."

Leng Huan took a small step back. Fu Xun's eyes were dark and unfathomable. She gave a dry laugh and secretly wiped away a bead of sweat behind her back.

Fu Xun nodded innocently, "Yes, this raccoon is quite pretty. The little fox I was chasing earlier also had fiery red fur all over its body and was very cute. I like it very much."

He likes foxes? What a coincidence? Leng Huan stared at him speechlessly. Should she believe him or not?

Fu Xun glanced down at her: "Those clothes are still in Jinxiu Pavilion, do you want to go change?"

"want!"

The two of them went around to the main gate of Jinxiu Pavilion one after the other and entered. The two shop assistants looked at them with blank expressions, not knowing what tricks they were playing.

"Wait for me for half an hour."

After Leng Huan finished speaking, he stepped into the dressing room.

It feels like all that effort I put in to get down the mountain was for nothing; it looks like I'm not going to be able to escape for the time being.

Soaking in the pool, Leng Huan was completely baffled as to how Fu Xun had managed to block her path.

Among the personal ornaments placed on the tray beside the screen, a small fox jade hairpin and a delicate red gold bell were placed together, the bell gleaming with a metallic luster.

After pondering for a long time without success, Leng Huan could only attribute it to Fu Xun being too clever. After soaking and drying her whole body, she changed into a smoky purple robe. She stepped barefoot on the ground, and her reflection appeared in the tall classical dressing mirror opposite her. She walked closer step by step, and her figure grew larger.

She adjusted her clothes in front of the mirror. The dress was made of purple brocade, with a light yellow and pale green skirt adorned with gold floral patterns. Her exposed skin was snow-white, with only shadows on her collarbone.

A light purple, wide-sleeved outer garment paired with a layered, deep purple, gold-flecked skirt resembles a handful of light and dark pinkish-purple clouds, making the figure clear and distinct, truly a graceful fairy.

Leng Huan paused slightly, then reached out and lifted her chest, squeezing it a bit until she felt comfortable. She kicked her legs, twisted her waist, and did a series of crazy movements, sometimes a horse stance, sometimes a delicate pinky gesture. After finishing these crazy activities, she tugged at the copper bell by the pool to signal the maids of Jinxiu Pavilion to come in and help her with her makeup.

She's lucky if she can even dress herself; to expect her to do her own makeup is asking too much. She'll probably never learn. A ponytail is all she needs.

However, I feel that the clothes are too elaborate and gorgeous, and don't quite match the ponytail.

The maid was a pretty young woman. When she came in, she saw the guest sitting at the dressing table, propping his face up with his hand, seemingly lost in thought.

She couldn't help but speak softly, "My fairy, let me do your hair and makeup."

Leng Huan then came to his senses, looked at the maid, and suddenly laughed, as if he had just thought of something: "Hahahaha, good, good, good."

It was as if she had resigned herself to her fate and broken the pot, which startled the maid: "Fairy?"

Leng Huan waved his wide sleeves: "Come on, what kind of look suits this old lady? Dress her in your best style, the kind that will dazzle people as soon as she walks out!"

"Yes, fairy!"

With a professional smile, the maid politely asked Leng Huan to sit in front of the mirror. Her skillful hands busied themselves on Leng Huan's face, telling her to close her eyes, open them, look up, and turn her head. Finally, she said, "It's done," and told her to open her eyes and look in the mirror.

"The fairy was already beautiful, and with just a little makeup, she became even more radiant. Now I will style her hair."

Leng Huan glanced at the mirror without speaking, quietly waiting for the maid to style his hair. Her ten fingers moved through his dark hair, tying knots and braiding as needed. It took another half hour for the hair and makeup to be completed.

After the maid finished adorning the headdress and accessories to match the outfit—a pair of light purple velvet flowers with yellow centers, a pale yellow jeweled hair crown—the maid finally picked up the hair ornament.

"Wait a minute." Leng Huan raised his hand to stop her, and took out a small fox hairpin and handed it to the maid: "Miss, I'll give you that gold hairpin. Just put this in my hair."

The maid was taken aback, then smiled and exclaimed, "These kinds of small animal hairpins are quite rare on the market; they're mostly custom-made or privately carved. This white jade hairpin of yours must have been a gift from your lover, Fairy."

As she spoke, the maid took the hairpin and continued with a smile, "May the fairy and her lover be united in marriage."

and many more!

What lovers? Isn't this the magical artifact that Fu Xun gave her?

"Wait a minute, let me check!"

Leng Huan carefully considered the maid's words and Fu Xun's earlier remarks. She picked up the hairpin and examined it closely. It was a birthday gift; Fu Xun probably didn't know her identity back then, so...

Fu Xun didn't know what was wrong with giving away hairpins!

Oh, that's all right now!

However, looking at the hairpin and then at his own stunningly handsome face in the mirror, Leng Huan decided that he should probably not wear it.

What if Fu Xun misunderstands?

The main concern was that he might be turned gay. If she had seen him before, she would have definitely pursued him and started dating him.

Hahaha, ha.

Leng Huan composed himself.

He straightened himself up and carefully examined himself.

The figure in the mirror was clearly her former self, with the upward curve of her eyes carrying her sharpness, and her eyebrows transformed into willow-leaf curves. Those eyebrows, those eyes, those lips, tsk, that's me!

Leng Huan pondered for a moment, "Has anyone studied the influence of the soul on the physical body?"

Come quickly and tell her, this is definitely her.

After some deliberation, Leng Huan decided that if this was her female disguise, it wouldn't be unacceptable, since she was so beautiful.

Hahaha.

I'm just as beautiful as a woman.

Leng Huan: "Ahem! Miss, then don't wear this hairpin for now. Instead, put that hair ornament on me, higher up so it doesn't hit my face."

After putting away the jade hairpin, she took out a spirit stone: "I promised to give you a hairpin, so let's use a spirit stone to settle the debt."

A low-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for a hundred silver coins or ten gold coins here. Of course, spirit stones are even rarer.

The girl was an ordinary person, but since she worked at the Brocade Pavilion, she naturally had ways to exchange money for silver. She quickly thanked her, saying, "Thank you, fairy!"

Looking at his stunning makeup and styling, Leng Huan genuinely praised her, "Your skills are truly commendable!"

Both of them were satisfied.

Leng Huan got up and jumped around. Surprisingly, her hair ornament was very secure. Luckily, she had a lot of hair. If she combed it like that every day, she would go bald. Hahaha, just kidding. There are very few bald people among cultivators.

The robes were already adorned with jewels, and now Leng Huan felt even more radiant.

The clothes were layered, made of brocade and silk, and indeed they gave off an ethereal and fairy-like aura. They were warm in winter and cool in summer, and had a lightness effect. It was said that they could also increase one's beauty. Leng Huan thought that was a bit of a joke, but the intermediate level of defense was decent.

The finest robes start at least at tens of thousands of spirit stones; indeed, female cultivators are the easiest to earn spirit stones from.

With a soft creak, the door opened, and Leng Huan took a few large steps, then suddenly stopped, feeling a slight sway in his hair, before slowly walking out.

Fu Xun had been waiting for a long time.

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