What's Wrong With Being A Salted Fish?

Don't Open Your Eyes at Midnight 11

The next day, when Wen Chuan was putting on his shirt, Lin Zhuo rubbed his head against his waist and abdomen at the table.

"What's wrong?" Wen Chuan looked down at him.

Do you really want to take me there? Lin Zhuo raised his furry face.

Wen Chuan seemed to understand what Lin Zhuo was trying to say to him. He nodded and said with certainty, "of course. Otherwise, what if you were captured?"

People here are going crazy for catching rabbits now.

Fine.

Lin Zhuo lay on the table, crumpled into a pancake. He was just a weak little rabbit.

When Wen Chuan put on his clothes, he saw Lin Zhuo lying comfortably on the table, his ears twitching from time to time, looking so leisurely.

But his head seems a little bald? Wen Chuan reached out to pull Lin Zhuo's head and received Lin Zhuo's angry eyes.

What are you doing? Lin Zhuo nudged him with his head.

After observation, Wen Chuan found that it didn't seem to be bald, but had some hair of other colors.

He straightened the hair on Lin Zhuo's head, held him in his arms, and thought to himself: I'd better not tell him.

...

On the way to the palace, Lin Zhuo saw many people dressed similarly to Wen Chuan through the gaps in Wen Chuan's clothes. They were probably also hunters.

But the strange thing is that it seems that many people are secretly looking at Wen Chuan.

What's going on? Lin Zhuo hid inside his clothes.

Wen Chuan also noticed the peeping of other people nearby, and seemed to notice Lin Zhuo's actions. He moved his lips and made a small sound: "Something seems to be wrong."

Lin Zhuo wanted to ask him if he wanted to run away, but he couldn't make any sound now, so he could only scratch Wen Chuan through his clothes with his claws.

"Let's wait and see the situation." Wen Chuan had no intention of running away. He was ready to take a gamble. They came here for clues, and they had not found any trace of Qiu Yue, so they had to try their luck in the palace.

Wen Chuan adjusted his cloak to cover Lin Zhuo more tightly, and at the same time he looked calm, as if he didn't notice other people's strange behavior.

"Is it him?"

"It's him, it's him."

...

After entering the palace, Wen Chuan bowed to the king like others, then stood aside, waiting for the king's instructions.

"Who is Wen Chuan?" the white-haired king suddenly said, touching his beard.

Wen Chuan stepped forward from the crowd and replied with his head down: "It's me."

"Well, well, look up," the king went on.

Wen Chuan raised his head and looked at the king, calm and not at all panicked.

The king narrowed his eyes slightly, surprisingly remaining calm. If it were someone else, he would have started to panic a long time ago.

"I heard you found traces of rabbits. Is that true?"

Wen Chuan nodded: "We found rabbit hair on the hill to the east."

"Oh? Is that true?" The king's tone was very doubtful.