Until he went downstairs, Jiang Yu's face was still not so happy.
"I was just talking nonsense... You know I'm not that kind of person usually!"
While Zheng Qing was panicking, he clasped the cufflinks on the newly replaced robe, and hurriedly followed the witch, approaching the witch's ear, lowering his voice and explaining quickly.
"Stay away from me!" The witch pushed him away with shame.
Zheng Qing checked his words and expressions.
Her expression was still a little stinky.
He thought she was angry with her little movement before she was angry with her, and hesitated for a few seconds and coughed quietly.
"After becoming a cat, many of my behaviors were uncontrollable...that action," he raised his hand and held it like a cat's claw, made a forward pushing posture, and explained with a hard bullet: "This is the nature of a cat, and it was done unconsciously..."
"Shut up!"
The witch looked at the left and right in panic, her face was red, and she seemed even more angry. She glared at the boy fiercely, stopped, and suddenly frowned: "Have you ever turned into a cat in Qingqiu Mansion?"
Of course!
Before the first word was expressed, Zheng Qing immediately realized the profound meaning behind this rhetorical question, bit his tongue and swallowed those three words back into his stomach.
"No, never!" He looked serious and said righteously: "I just occasionally go to see Bosedong in Qingqiu Mansion... I just become a cat and I am only with you!"
The witch's face cleared slightly, she snorted lightly, and walked forward again, but this time she slowed down a little, allowing the witch to follow her easily.
Next to the first floor.
Jiang Yu pulled out a thick dark red cloak from his handbag and threw it to Zheng Qing.
"Put it on quickly and get ready to enter the venue." She reminded her concisely, and at the same time she took out another piece from her handbag and draped it on her body.
Zheng Qing stroked the velvet on the cloak and felt a familiar but unfamiliar feeling.
"Stop touching!"
The witch saw him looking at his toss and turns and interrupted in anger, but as soon as she said that, she seemed to remember something again, her face turned red again, she bit her lip, and explained quickly: "This cloak is woven from Maolong's long velvet, and it is the long velvet that she just shed before the summer of last year... Don't worry about so much, put it on first!"
She took the cloak back from Zheng Qing's hand, and put it on him with a rough movement. She tightened the strap on her collar and pulled it viciously.
Zheng Qing felt that his tongue was being strangled.
He rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue.
The witch finally couldn't help it, smiled, and then kicked him gently: "What's wrong with learning? Learning from Li Meng's childishness! Do you think you are still a minor?"
Having said that, she finally loosened the lace in her hand.
Zheng Qing realized that the witch was not that angry anymore.
"Why should I wear such a thick cloak? Isn't this what I wear in winter?" He pulled the fluffy fur on the edge of the cloak and tried to jump around in place twice.
Not as heavy as I imagined.
“You will use it when you enter the market.”
The witch still didn't explain much, so she took his arm again, turned around, and walked towards the dinner party, and whispered: "Please straighten your body. I'll choose such a light cloak for you, just to walk like a baboon..."
Her voice came to an abrupt end as the two of them descended the last step.
Zheng Qing knew why she shut up.
Because he was on the first floor of the castle, the empty front hall in front of him was already full of guests watching the performance.
Young wizards wearing gorgeous cloaks and holding arms were paired into pairs and walked into the castle gate in pairs and walked towards the depths of the castle along the red carpet. Most of them were a combination of a male witch and a witch, but there were also wonderful and special combinations such as male witch and a witch, witch and witch, male witch and raccoon, witch and flower sperm, etc.
A solemn and magical march floats in the air.
The entire hall was coated with a solemn color.
The team is quiet and heavy.
Almost no one can see whispering to each other.
Zheng Qing could clearly notice that many young witches and witches were very interested in the combination of herself and Jiang Yu who were walking down the stairs. They kept tilting their heads and staring at them tightly, but that was all. Their steps did not stop at all, and they slowly surged forward with the crowd from beginning to end.
A powerful force came from the arm.
Jiang Yu pulled him and took a step forward, cleverly integrating into the marching team that was originally meshed together like gears.
Walking in front of the two, the witch in pink cloak turned around and blinked at Zheng Qing.
"Remember to thank me."
Vivian O'Brien reminded silently with his lips.
Zheng Qing held back the curiosity in his heart and knew that it was not the time to whisper. He tried hard to straighten his body, and played the role of a qualified dance partner in line with the witch's pace.
After following the team turned around the corner, Zheng Qing suddenly found that the colors around him were slowly fading away, the golden tassels gradually turned silver, the blue-gray stone slabs turned white marble, everything seemed to be starting to become transparent, and even the red carpet under his feet was getting lighter and lighter.
Soon, he realized that this was more than just a change in color.
The cold air came towards us.
Unscrupulously washed away the warmth of the young wizards.
Zheng Qing felt that every step he was walking in the heavy snow of the middle of winter, and in a trance, he suddenly realized that the decorations that had faded away seemed to be carved with ice.
When I realized this, the carpet under my feet had turned into a fluffy snow blanket, with creaking footsteps continuously, and the entire team officially entered a long corridor made of white, made of snow and ice.
"Prepare to untie the cloak."
Jiang Yu's subtle voice came from his ears.
Without her reminder, Zheng Qing had noticed that a crystal-carved transparent arch appeared at the end of the corridor. A head of elk with beautiful big horns was turning out from one side of the arch, lowering his head, taking the guests' cloaks with his horns, and then walking in small steps to the other side of the arch.
The young wizards walking in front untied their heavy cloaks one after another, threw them over the elk's head, then held their dance companions' hands, raised their chests and headed into the arch.
Behind the arch, there is still a long corridor.
But wherever you see, the color of this corridor is no longer so single. A faint green can be seen in the corner of the wall, as if the buds just emerged in early spring. The young wizards walking in this corridor seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, the atmosphere gradually thawed, and the sound of greeting each other began to sound in their ears.
"Winter should be quiet and serious, and spring should be noisy and lively."
Jiang Yu's voice rang in Zheng Qing's ear again, explaining to him the reason for the change in the surrounding atmosphere: "... Letting the young wizard feel the process from winter to spring is another ancient tradition in Shanglinyuan... Of course, some people say that the elderly are arranged this way to let us feel the wonderful and subtle changes between death and vitality during this transformation. I doubt how many people can understand that kind of thing."
"What do you plan to thank me!"
Vivian, who had been walking in front of the two of them, slowed down, tilted her head, and her eyes circulated on Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu: "It's not that simple to give you a free position..."
Chapter completed!