Xiao Yue jumped up and down, saying: "The chapter is less than 50% complete, just wait until midnight to read it!" Wen Ting saw her so excited about changing the name, his heart softened a bit. However, the pronunciation of Yunmian still sounded a bit strange. He looked around and found a withered branch on the ground, picked it up, put it in his mouth, and wrote two words on the ground.

  "Listen, courtyard."

  Wen Ting wrote and recited at the same time, with small stones and dust scattered on the ground, it was easy for him to draw out shapes.

  He finished writing and spat out the withered branch: "It's these two words."

  Yunmian walked over with her head tilted to one side, looking at it. She couldn't write and only recognized a few simple characters. Coincidentally, the two characters that Wenhui wrote were not recognizable to her. Her ears perked up, revealing a puzzled expression.

  Wen Ting looked at her and smiled, patiently saying: "The crane cries in the ninth valley, its voice is heard in the wild. How is it at night? The night is not yet over, the light of the courtyard lamp."

  He casually gave two examples, and when he came to the word with his name in it, he particularly emphasized the tone, and put his claws on the edge of the word, pointing to Yunmian to indicate.

  Yunmian was delighted and read it twice more. After finishing, Yunmian felt that she should reciprocate the courtesy, so she also picked up a twig and slowly wrote her own name on the ground. She didn't know many characters, but at least she knew how to write her own name.

  The name Yunmian is actually quite simple in meaning, and Wentingguang could also guess which two characters it was, but he still looked at it seriously.

  It's strange to say, Yunmian is not only familiar in appearance, but also his name makes him feel like he has seen it before, as if today is not the first time they met, and he had seen him somewhere else before... but can't quite recall where.

  Wen Ting's mind was a complete blank, he couldn't think of anything, and the more he tried to think, the more uncomfortable he felt, unconsciously furrowing his brow...

  Suddenly, he felt a warmth on his forehead. In the time it took to be dazed, Yunmian suddenly anxiously sprang over, and in the blink of an eye, she was right in front of him. Before Wenyin could react, Yunmian had already pressed her forehead against his.

  The girl's beautiful eyes were almost instantly close at hand, she looked at him with worried eyes, her eyes seemed to have starlight...

  Wēn tíng hū xī yī èr, tóng kǒu rù rán suō xiǎo, chà nà jiān jiǎn zhí lián xīn tiào dōu tíng le. Tā zhǐ jué de liǎn shàng shàn shí jiǎo dé lì hài, dùn shí huáng zhāng de wǎng hòu yī tiào, dào: "Nǐ... nǐ zuò shén me!"

  "......Huh?"

  Yunmian saw the news of Ting jumping and walking, but didn't understand why she tilted her head. ... Cop said: "Let me see if you're still cold or not, your expression wasn't very good just now, I'm worried that there's still a place where you're uncomfortable."

  Cloudy sleep expression simple confusion, looks like really didn't think much. But then he changed to hear the courtyard is cramped, his face turned red again, said: "I'm fine, just now was..."

  Although he said so, but he couldn't find any reason for himself, and had no choice but to stop.

  Fortunately, Yunmian didn't notice his abnormality. The brief contact just now was enough to let her judge that Wenhui's body temperature was good and not as cold as an ice block like when he was buried in the snow before.

  Yun Mian happily jumped up and down, making room for herself, and showed Wen Ting the words she had just written.

  Wen Ting subconsciously looked in the direction she hinted at, and then was taken aback.

  The name Yunmian was indeed as he had thought, but in addition to her own name, she also learned to write the two characters "Wen Ting" below.

  She didn't even recognize characters before, let alone learn calligraphy. Her handwriting doesn't have a particular style, but it's very neat and you can tell she tried to make it look pretty. The two names with four characters each are arranged very neatly.

  For some reason, even this brought a sense of familiarity. Wen Ting hadn't felt anything before, but when he saw Yunmian write his name, he suddenly felt very embarrassed. He hastily looked away and said, "I know, it looks great... Yunmian."

  Hearing Wen Ting repeat her name again, Yunmian also cooperated and responded with a "yeah". But she immediately became worried and asked: "Did I write something wrong?"

  "......Nothing."

  "That's good."

  Yunmian said that it was obviously her first time writing the two characters "Wen Ting", and when she heard Wen Ting say it correctly, she felt at ease. She walked around Wen Ting again for another two rounds, saw his tired expression, and hastily said: "You just woke up a while ago, and previously you were buried in the snow for so long, your body definitely hasn't fully recovered yet. If you're feeling tired, go sleep for a bit first, I'll be guarding here."

  Where was a good place to let the girl take his place, but Yunmeng's feeling wasn't wrong, he was really tired. Just now when talking to Yunmeng, he had forced himself to be spirited, but as time went on, he couldn't hold on anymore. Wenting felt dizzy and his eyelids were heavy, so he finally nodded reluctantly and lay down on the spot, curling up into a ball. Yunmeng looked at him fall asleep deeply, almost touching his nose to his tail and losing consciousness. Wenting's eyelashes were very long, and when he slept, they fell down, giving off a quiet feeling.

  The clouds swirled around him, and she thought about it, still feeling uneasy. She raised her head to look at the fire, saw that there were still plenty of fallen leaves, and it should be a long time before it went out. Then she also yawned, leaned against Wen Ting, lay down, snuggled up close to him, huddled together, making sure to share body heat with him, only then did she close her eyes.

  ……

  At this time, the sky was still not dark, and the green hills were all over with a bright light.

  Xi Yuan brought Wen He and Qing Yang, three foxes were bored squatting on the empty ground in the mountain forest.

  Because of the previous selection of attendants for the young master, the school also needs to make adjustments, so there are no classes for these few days. The three foxes don't need to go to school, and naturally they are together as usual.

  These days they didn't squat around the little fox den as often as before, and they became more and more bored. Qingyang was so idle that he used his back to rub against the snow, creating a fox-shaped depression on the flat snowy ground.

  Wenhe crouched on a nearby stone, watching the rolling Qingyang for a while, and then looked anxiously at Xiyuan on the other side.

  Xiyuan Zheng stood still, gazing in a direction far away. He had been less talkative than usual during this period, but he didn't seem to be out of spirits either. His back remained straight as ever, and his three red tails shone brightly like fire.

  Xi Yuan

  Wen He swallowed his saliva and said cautiously: "Tuan Tuan... has been chosen as the young master's wife."

  In fact, until now, Wenhe still has an unbelievable feeling.

  He's not like Xiyuan, he's always disliked Yunmian. It's just that everyone thought the young master's wife would be Tianhuxian, a heavenly fox spirit who had been in contact with the young master since childhood, even if she wasn't someone who often came and went from the Fox Palace, at least she was originally a noble lady from Qingqiu City... Who would have thought that the young master's wife would actually appear among them on the east mountain?! And it just so happens to be someone they're familiar with!

  He now knew that Yunmian looked very good, but the standard of the young master's wife was not just about looking good. Not only him, but all the foxes present at the time were stunned, until the Fox Officer took Yunmian away, and there was no sound on the scene for a long time.

  Logically speaking, Yunmian being chosen as the young master's wife would be the most devastating blow to Xiyuan.

  At that time, Wenhe was worried and looked at Xueyuan, but saw him staring at the figure of Yunmian and Huanguan running away, seemingly also shocked, so scared that Wenhe didn't dare to mention a word, he couldn't grasp Xueyuan's temper, and had been holding back until now.

  Wenhe looked at him worriedly, but saw Xueyuan's back as if he was stiff. After a long time, he responded with a sentence: "Uh-huh."

  "What about us... what will we do in the future?"

  "What else can we do? It's just like before!"

  Xiyuan replied in an unusually calm tone, but somehow seemed to be slightly annoyed: "It's just multiple titles, she hasn't become a different person!"

  Wen He was taken aback and couldn't tell if Xi Yuan's tone was angry or not, so he tried to persuade him: "But in the future, Xiaotuantuan will be the young master's wife..."

  "What's the point of worrying so much?"

  Xiyuan said: "She has just transformed and hasn't been around for long, and the young master doesn't know if he's seen her or not. Although I don't know how the eight clowns were chosen, who knows what will happen in the future? We still have three years of school to attend! You have this time to think about this and that, why not memorize some key points first!"

  As he spoke, Xuan Yuan nimbly jumped off the rock.

  Wenhe was stunned, originally still wanting to ask more questions and probe further about Yunmian's human form, but Xiyuan had already run far away in the direction of Qingyang, seemingly not intending to answer anymore, so he could only give up.

  ……

  Xiyuan felt that Yunmian now had only added a title, and was no different from before, but others might not think the same way as him.

  Yunmian spent the whole night sleeping with Wen Ting and woke up at dawn.

  She got up dazedly, shook her fur, and went to nudge Wen Ting who was sleeping beside her. Feeling his steady breathing and warm body temperature, she figured he should be fine, so she slightly let out a breath of relief.

  He calculated that he had slept for seven or eight hours the day before, and it was already time to get up. So when he touched his tail, he woke up and instinctively turned around with a flick of his tail.

  Yunmian saw that she had woken him up and felt a bit shy, asking: "Are you awake? Did I disturb you? Is there anywhere else uncomfortable?"

  Wen Ting shook his head.

  After a night's sleep, he felt much more comfortable than yesterday and was no longer so dizzy. However, his memory still hadn't returned, and when he closed his eyes, his mind remained a complete blank.

  "I've gotten a lot better... but I still can't remember what I'm supposed to be thinking about."

  As he spoke, he seemed to frown slightly with some effort.

  "It's okay."

  She heard him say that, and didn't seem to be disappointed, but rather concerned: "You've just woken up from the snow not long ago, why don't you rest for a few more days? If your body recovers well, you'll remember!"

  Wen Ting reluctantly nodded, and for now, couldn't think of any other solution.

  Then Yunmeng happily jumped past and rubbed against Tingyuan, carefully rubbing him back to his original position, indicating that he should go back to sleep.

  Wen Ting was still flustered by her closeness, only feeling the woman's different breath filling his senses, but he hadn't fully recovered yet and soon found himself being pushed away by Yun Mian.

  It's probably because of the recent weather that Yunmian's body has a snowy scent, and there are also some unknown grassy and floral scents on him.

  Yunmian was about to push Wen Ting back to the warm fire heap, tidied up around him and took care of his body. After thinking for a moment, he said with some apology: "Wen Ting, I should have gone to the school to practice today, maybe I'll be out for a while, probably more than half a day... Can you rest in the cave by yourself? I will try to come back as soon as possible."

  Wen Ting paused for a moment and asked: "...school?"

  Yunmian nodded, but then asked with interest: "You should also be just starting to cultivate, do you still remember which school you are from?"

  Although the examination was initially held in one place, there were actually many schools on Qingqiu East Mountain. Yunmian had never seen Wen Ting before and thought he might have come from elsewhere, which is why he asked this question.

  However, Wen Ting felt that this word was a bit unfamiliar to him. He didn't have the feeling of reading it himself, and he couldn't help but frown slightly. But when Yun Mian mentioned it, Wen Ting still followed her train of thought for a moment before shaking his head and saying, "......I don't remember."

  "Is that so."

  Yunmian replied.

  She was still worried about Wēn Tíng's body and didn't feel at ease leaving him alone in the cave, but not saying a word and skipping class wasn't good either. So she walked around Wēn Tíng a few more times to make sure he wouldn't lose consciousness like before in the snowy ground, only then did she reluctantly run towards the direction of the school.

  Wēn tíng zǎo bèi yún mián rào dé jiǒ pò, děng tā tuō zhe wěi ba pǎo chū hú li dòng wài, xiān qián píng zhe de yī kǒu qì cái tǔ chū lái.

  English Translation:

  Wen Ting was suffocated by the clouds early on and didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she dragged her tail out of the fox den.

  The place where Yunmian cultivates is just a little west of Fox Cave, and this section of road has long been familiar.