When people leave, it becomes peaceful.

Feng Peiyi was busy with his men and often forgot to eat. Even when a servant brought him food, the taste was much worse. It lacked the delicate tenderness.

Suddenly, one of his men came over and whispered.

Feng Peiyi's expression changed slightly, "Why didn't you say so earlier!!"

The subordinate bowed and said, "I'm sorry, Master. I just got the news..." This was a secret guard arranged by the Feng family, who was invited from the underworld. Not only did he have good skills, but he also had the means to quickly get the news from the underworld.

Feng Peiyi put down the bowl in his hand, took off his official robe and threw it to the servant beside him, then changed into ordinary clothes. "Let's go, mobilize the troops and go to the rescue immediately!"

When they hurried to the foot of Cuiyu Mountain, a hundred miles outside the city, they found only the princess's carriage and a dead body lying on the ground, with no trace of Yan Miaoling.

Feng Peiyi was anxious and turned around on his horse, "Alas, we are one step too late after all! Let's abandon our horses and go up the mountain!"

The subordinate dismounted and said, "Master, your health has always been poor. Can you endure climbing a mountain? Otherwise..." When he met Feng Peiyi's cold eyes, the words on the tip of his tongue changed, "How about letting me carry you!"

"Hmph, I've recovered from the poison long ago! Do you think I'm made of mud?" After saying that, he went up the mountain worriedly.

There were only carriages and horses, but no sign of Ling'er. The most likely reason was that she was taken abducted and taken to the mountain. Every moment of the night would have disastrous consequences!

It turned out that what the men had reported earlier was that the bandits on Cuiyu Mountain had secretly taken on a job to hijack a convoy of wealthy families passing by the foot of the mountain and kill them to silence them.

Feng Peiyi calculated the time, Yan Miaoling and her group were most likely nearby, if they ran into them...

The more I thought about it on the way here, the clearer it became. Perhaps, they weren't kidnapping a wealthy family at all. They were originally going after Ling'er. It was those evil spirits in the city again...

The men were afraid that the young man, who had been frail and sickly since childhood, might be ill, so they hurried ahead to clear the way...

Push aside the weeds and create a path.

Feng Peiyi was framed as a child and poisoned in the womb, leaving him frail and unable to practice martial arts. He's the only one of the ten male protagonists who doesn't possess any martial arts skills. His friendship with Bai Muchen stems from a female healer who detoxified him from the poison, which ultimately led to the two young men's bond.

Later, the female doctor "passed away", and the illnesses of the Feng family's direct descendants basically fell on her son Bai Muchen. The two of them came and went, and became close friends.

Last time, at Renji Medical Clinic, Feng Peiyi was poisoned again. After recovering from the poison, he recuperated for a long time before his health slowly returned to normal. However, his subordinates' stereotype of him was that of a spoiled nobleman, only good at studying and governing, unable to endure hardship.

Look, what did I say? I was only halfway there and I was already panting and my forehead was covered with sweat.

Yan Miaoling's martial arts skills were so good, and coupled with her fox spirit's strong hearing, she had already sensed someone coming down the mountain. However, she had already wiped out the bandit's den and was currently using a dagger to beat up their leader, so she didn't respond immediately.

After finally being tortured to a bloody mess by the other party, she strolled out leisurely, stood on the top of the mountain and looked down...

Then she curled her lips, it was him.

In late winter, the trees withered. Without the shade of green, she could still make out the barely perceptible figure even from a distance.

He took off his red official robes and changed into a gray cotton and linen shirt, looking like an ordinary scholar. But it couldn't hide his elegant and graceful temperament...

Yan Miaoling's mind started to wander. No wonder this drama was the second male lead that earned readers' tears for a thousand years.

Gentle, responsible, and good-looking. Most importantly, tenacious and upright.

She had originally thought of putting her pursuit plans on hold, but she was suddenly moved by the scene of the "hero saving the beauty" braving danger. Accepting a delicate white lotus, admiring it from time to time, was quite a delight...

Oh, no, my brother Peiyi is a bamboo, not a white lotus.

Thinking this in her heart, when Feng Peiyi finally climbed up with great effort and called her with surprise, she blurted out, "You are Bamboo!"

ah?

Feng Peiyi, who was just one step away from coming up, almost slipped and fell backward.

Fortunately, the men behind him were on guard and gave him a push.

Yan Miaoling wanted to laugh again. What a weak body.

It turns out that scholars are good for nothing.

Putting away the crookedness in her heart, she stretched out her white hand, intending to help him, her eyes curved, "Brother, don't worry, I'm fine~"

How could something happen to her?

Didn’t you see that those who died were all bandits?

Look, there are still bad guys breathing in this mountain. In the wild, her evil spirit is even stronger, and she just wants to cut off the roots and kill them quickly.

Feng Peiyi finally felt relieved to see that she was fine except for the ornate and elaborate outer robe. He didn't even think about whether there was anything wrong with putting his hand on his sister's. He used the force to move forward.

The two walked side by side to the village, and Yan Miaoling recounted the tragic events that had just occurred.

Feng Peiyi was unconvinced. "Really? There are hundreds of people here, and you handled them all by yourself?" This guy was also hypocritical. It was clearly a bloodbath, but he refused to label his sister as a murderer. He was already thinking about writing a memorial when he returned, defining this bloodbath as an internal conflict among bandits, and having nothing to do with Princess Deyan.

Sooner or later, it will be taken down, Yan Miaoling didn't mind revealing more, "Yes, it's just me, my sister, I'm alone, don't you know that my martial arts skills are pretty good?"

I performed at the last palace banquet and received a lot of comments.

This confident and arrogant expression was unfamiliar to Feng Peiyi, and his face was a little red from the fight, which made him dazed for a moment, but he quickly put it away, "Haha, I thought it was just a performance." Performance and actual combat are different. Besides, the flattery of those around you is inevitably false.

He couldn't leave her alone in danger just because of this.

The subordinates were also very good at handling things. Seeing that the brother and sister were talking happily, they did not approach them, but followed them from a distance of about thirty meters...

I don't know why, but after all the information was updated, the atmosphere became a little stagnant. Neither of them spoke anymore.

You don't ask me why I rushed to save you, and I don't ask why you suddenly became so powerful.

It was Yan Miaoling who first broke the silence. Pointing to the persimmon tree growing horizontally across the mountain not far away, she said, "Brother, look!" A few orange persimmons lay clinging to their withered branches, about to fall. On a nearby branch, a pair of sparrows hopped closer, clearly intent on pecking at the persimmons. This ink painting-like scene truly evoked a poetic mood...

But who would have thought that some insensitive scholars were so insensitive that they started to spoil the view. "Beautiful, truly beautiful! Ling'er has been traveling so much, haven't you forgotten your literary talent? How about composing a poem based on this scene?"

This guy is really carefree. He came to the bandit's lair without any haste and was still thinking about writing poetry.

Yan Miaoling's romanticism was wasted, and in the end she still got her homework.

Her thoughts on quickly winning over Feng Peiyi were put to rest. Forget it, she would carve this rotten wood later. She didn't want to spend the whole day thinking about it.

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