The night patrol guards saw the firelight, initially frowned as they approached, but once they recognized Song Cheng from a distance, they immediately left...
The roasted chicken was soon ready. Song Cheng handed one to Ningyu and then turned his head to look at the bright moon above the new willows and smiled, "The moon over the top of the willows, a rendezvous after midnight."
The little vixen fell for this sort of thing, her eyes brimming with spring water as she looked at Song Cheng and said, "Your poetry is truly delightful, everyone in the Su Family must love you."
Song Cheng softly said, "As long as you like me, Sister Su, that's enough. I don't care about the others."
Sweet nothings were the second thing the little vixen fell for. Hearing these syrupy words now made her heart flutter, so she moved closer to Song Cheng and asked, "Really?"
Song Cheng replied, "If I lie, may lightning strike me and my cultivation technique make no progress."
