Something occurred to Dugu Fu, and he asked with interest, "Oh, right. When we came back just now, I think we heard you talking about 'a bird that stays silent until its first cry startles the world.' What was that about?"
Chen Xiaojun cast Zhu Wuneng a sidelong glance without saying anything.
Zhu Wuneng, meanwhile, looked rather uneasy, and even his speech grew slightly halting.
Seeing this, Su Ningxia gave a soft huff and took it upon herself to recount what had happened.
Zhu Wuneng did not dare explain it himself, while Gao Cuilan found it difficult to put into words. Naturally, the task fell to her, an onlooker.
After hearing the story, Dugu Fu looked Zhu Wuneng over as though he were an absolute idiot, then shook his head and sighed. "Eight Precepts, oh, Eight Precepts. You really are a strange specimen."
"Young Master, what do you think is wrong with him?"
Chen Xiaojun also glanced at Zhu Wuneng, his expression betraying some frustration at the fellow's hopelessness.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. "Well, everything below his neck seems perfectly normal."
Chen Xiaojun truly had a venomous tongue. He could insult someone without uttering a single dirty word.
Dugu Fu immediately nodded in agreement. "That's true. You summed it up best, Young Master."
Dugu Fu chuckled teasingly. "People always talk about having a pig's brain. Looks like that old saying really does have some truth to it."
He paused, then continued, "Zhu Wuneng, oh, Zhu Wuneng. You two are practically ready to make your engagement official, and Cui Lan has such a lovely disposition. Why are you still being such a dim-witted, prickly fool?"
Zhu Wuneng seemed exceptionally sensitive about this subject. He sprang to his feet and pointed at Dugu Fu, his lips moving as though