I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 20: Eating Noodles

As Rong Heng asked, the desolate and scorching Xiaoxiang Palace in the afternoon suddenly caught a breeze, lifting the years-old leaves from the ground.

No response.

Rong Heng furrowed his brows, his deep black eyes scanned every inch along the palace wall within his sight.

Jiu still carried a faint smile, his narrow eyes squinting.

Until another drop of water fell down.

Rong Heng immediately reached out, catching the drop in his palm.

Cold.

He lowered his head and sniffed gently, his eyes tightened, a cold hue over his slightly pale face: "The palace’s Jade Cold Toss."

Is Rong Heng like a dog with an exceptional nose, even better than mine.

At this point, Gu Lan couldn’t hide anymore.

"...Big brother, we meet again. Didn’t expect the cold noodles to melt, smells pretty good."

Gu Lan jumped down from a branch of an old tree, holding a white jade small cup in her hands, from which water was slowly, slowly dripping.

She awkwardly scratched her head, her smile bright.

"Gu, Young, Master?"

Rong Heng’s brows twitched, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

"It’s me, it’s me."

Gu Lan nodded earnestly, thinking to herself, Rong Heng’s martial arts skills are really high now.

She jumped down from the tree, using the camouflage method she had just used on the path, utilizing the shadows of surrounding plants and her body changes to make her face indistinct, so those two palace maids earlier surely didn’t remember her face.

However, Rong Heng recognized her at a glance.

Rong Heng silently withdrew his peripheral gaze surveying the surroundings, staring at her, suppressing his complex emotions, and asked puzzled: "I wonder why Young Master Gu has come to my humble Xiaoxiang Palace?"

Gu Lan held the chicken shreds cold noodles she took from the little palace maid’s hand with both hands, smiling sweetly:

"I said, I owe you one, so I’m treating you to noodles."

What kind of favor?

He was discovered tailing someone, forcibly rebranded as the protection along the way?

Rong Heng looked at the snow-white jade bowl in her hand, his gaze moving up to her fair and handsome little face, asking: "Did you make it yourself?"

Gu Lan sheepishly replied: "Snatched from the Imperial Kitchen."

Rong Heng narrowed his eyes: "Young Master Gu, you truly embody the meaning of recklessness."

Gu Lan looked him up and down slowly, speaking leisurely: "Ah, who doesn’t know my reckless ways? Who’d have thought the unnoticed Fifth Prince Rong would be diagnosing the illness of the grandson of the Minister of Rites."

Just now Jiu mentioned Yan Qing, who improved after taking medicine, is the cherished grandson of Yan Country’s old Minister Rong Mu, she had just asked yesterday.

No wonder the old Minister mentioned the long-silent Rong Heng in court.

Rong Heng’s expression remained unchanged, Jiu spoke in a low voice: "Young Master Gu, you have heard."

Jiu’s face carried a humble smile, while those narrow eyes seemed soft yet wary, even faintly flickering with a killing intent.

Gu Lan knew this little eunuch later accompanied Rong Heng, who had become Dayan’s War God, in battles south and north, possessing extraordinary skills as Rong Heng’s most trusted subordinate.

She smiled and bowed her head, holding the white jade cup, unwavering in the face of Jiu’s heavily guarded gaze.

Rong Heng placed his hand at his side, gesturing downward to Jiu.

The coldness on his face dissipated a lot, he looked at Gu Lan and said: "Who would imagine the infamous spoiled Young Master Gu could also possess wall-climbing skills."

"You’re too kind, we are similar." Gu Lan bowed and saluted.

Rong Heng stared at her smiling face, feeling a bit headache, thinking, how can this person smile so happily, so happy it’s almost dazzling.

"Even threw Qian Rui into the water." He added.

Gu Lan continued smiling and admitted: "Brother Hang has good eyes, I’m impressed."

She seemed to care little about him knowing her secret.

Rong Heng frowned in annoyance, took the jade cup from Gu Lan’s hand, and placed it on the stone table in the garden.

Gu Lan exhaled lightly.

Taking the cold noodles equaled reconciliation.

She knew his secret, he knew hers, it was mutual.

Gu Lan obviously didn’t care about her affairs being known by Rong Heng, while reading books, she admired this male protagonist the most.

Jiu was killed, Rong Heng built a gallows to avenge his subordinates, yet didn’t harm Wei Country’s civilians at all;

Dingyuan Marquis frequently hesitated wanting to harm him, but he had long seen it through, still never struck a black hand for the sake of battles, and when Dingyuan Marquis was surrounded, he even led by example, took several arrows trying to save him.

Such and many more, now without any conflict of interest with him, she was sure Rong Heng wouldn’t speak about anything to outsiders.

This person, though ruthless and merciless, values loyalty the most.

— Of course, all these don’t apply to women.

But she is a man now.

Jiu wisely stepped forward, opened the white jade bowl, inside was a large portion of cold noodles mixed, chilled with ice blocks prepared from the Imperial Kitchen, exuding a faint fragrance.

"Your Highness, this was just made."

Saying so, he fetched a white porcelain bowl and wooden chopsticks from a box in the garden, Gu Lan noticed the porcelain bowl had a chipped edge.

Rong Heng glanced at the degree of melted ice in the bowl, saying: "Young Master Gu’s speed is indeed fast, from the Imperial Kitchen to Xiaoxiang Palace, takes half an incense time."

"Hehe, I snatched it from two little palace maids, there are several large bowls in that food container, won’t be discovered."

Even if discovered, she used Qian Rui’s identity anyway.

Rong Heng stared at the bowl of noodles, remaining silent.

Jade Snow Tiao is the only edible noodle dish made by Xiao Ning with fingers untouched by spring water.

Later, Xiao Ning, relying on being his real mother, forced him to eat cold noodles for five days straight.

He was young then, with a delicate stomach, and had diarrhea for three days.

Xiao Ning pointed at him beside, disregarding her Imperial Concubine status, laughed loudly...

Gu Lan looked at him carefully, the sixteen-year-old male protagonist completely lacks any iron-blooded War God demeanor, giving off a cool temperament, slightly pale face, ink-colored ribbon outlined brows and eyes with some sharpness, even his thin lips are quite pale.

Her peripheral glance already surveyed the exterior facilities of Xiaoxiang Palace, now seeing Rong Heng’s appearance, she couldn’t help but mutter softly: "The male protagonist might be malnourished..."

Though Rong Heng exuded prideful and indifferent demeanor, it seemed he wasn’t living well.

"What’s Young Master Gu saying?" Rong Heng asked with a slight frown.

"I said, I’m also hungry, let’s eat together!"

Gu Lan spoke, and without hesitation, fetched a set of bowl and chopsticks from the wooden box just touched by Jiu, then picked up the wooden chopsticks, unabashedly served a bowl of noodles for herself and Rong Heng.

"Brother Hang, don’t just stand there, eat!"

She already picked up a bunch of noodles and put them in her mouth, slurping, looked up and smiled at him, then started devouring.

Rong Heng frowned again:...

Brother Hang?

They’ve only met three times, yet she’s calling him brother?

So inexplicable, senseless, bizarre!

Jiu watched as Gu Lan swallowed her first bite of noodles, finally sighing in relief.

Rong Heng saw she had eaten a quarter in one mouthful, slightly opened his eyes, and raised his chopsticks.

The two of them devoured the meal, half a stick of incense later, they both placed down their bowls and chopsticks.