Chapter 29

Lan Yueming, who was about to step out of the room, suddenly sneezed. She looked up at the sky. The weather was good and she didn't feel cold. As if that wasn't enough, her nose was itchy and she sneezed several times. Before she could finish, she heard the servant come to report: "Princess, Miss Feng sent someone to tell you that she is having dinner at Han Mansion today and will not come to see you."

Lan Yueming nodded and returned to the room.

There was a cup of unfinished tea on the rosewood tea table. She picked it up, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp.

She had not only heard a little about Han Fengci, but heard about him every day. He was the man that the little girl wanted to marry. It seemed that she had to find a time to meet him. Who could make the little girl so obsessed, she thought.

However, there is something more important right now.

The look on the little girl's face that day with Bai Tiao clearly showed that there was some grudge between them. This grudge was caused by Feng Wubai.

Before she went to Beijing, Feng Wubai asked her to take good care of Bai Tao. She wanted to ask the little girl today.

Thinking of this, Lan Yueming smiled and shook his head. It seemed that he had to go to Feng Mansion in person tomorrow to catch the little girl.

The next morning, the sky was filled with pink clouds, illuminating the Princess's residence. Lan Yueming stood in the courtyard, looking out, the glazed tiles sparkled with golden light.

The servants walked very quickly. When they saw her, they only stopped for a moment, bowed, and then left quickly again.

The four huanghuali wood pillars under the eaves are carved with lifelike wild geese flying to the south of the Yangtze River. The jade table under the pavilion has long been covered with moss, but now its true appearance has been revealed, with an icy white and moist appearance.

The Princess's Mansion had been uninhabited for a long time, but it has regained some popularity in the past few days.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the morning dew, feeling relaxed and happy. She thought, I'm going to go find that little girl.

Then, she blew a long whistle, and the sound of horse hooves came from the north. Baxue was red all over, and his hooves were as black as obsidian, galloping towards her.

Lan Yueming stood still and jumped, then flipped onto the horse's back and rode away.

At this time, Feng Huanhuan had just finished combing her hair, and her sleepy eyes were still half open. Last night, she played too late with Han Fengci, and returned at midnight again. Thinking of this, she raised a sweet smile on her lips. Why did Han Fengci look more and more like jade the more she looked at him, and the more she looked at him, the more he grew to the tip of her heart, and she couldn't take him off anymore.

Feicui glanced at her and saw that her young lady was obsessed again. She smacked her lips and picked out a gilded malachite hairpin from the dressing table: "Young lady, take this one. Now that the snow season is over and the weather is warmer, you can take the peacock fan with you when you go out."

She was wearing a white jacket embroidered with peacock blue tail feathers, her hair was accessorized with a Liu Jin malachite hairpin, and she was holding a peacock fan. It was a perfect match, Feng Huanhuan thought.

She looked at the dress in the bronze mirror, moved her body shyly, and said with a smile, "Fei Cui, your craftsmanship is getting better and better. The color matching of the whole set is so perfect, it looks like it came out of the deep forest."

Feicui naturally couldn't stand being praised, so she raised her eyebrows and said, "That's right, as the lady's maid, I have to have some skills."

"You little girl, you think too much. I still want yours even if you don't know anything." Feng Huanhuan joked, "If your young lady falls into poverty in the future, your skills can continue to support me."

"Miss, bah, bah, bah, you are saying unlucky words again. If you don't have enough money to spend in the future, I will go out to earn money to support you, and I will never let you suffer any grievances."

Feng Huanhuan put her arms around Feicui's soft waist, and rubbed her cheek against it: "Tell me how I am so lucky to meet a girl like you."

"Of course, the young lady and the eldest master are rewarded for their kindness. If the young lady hadn't picked me up, I wouldn't be alive today. Even if I were alive today, I might still be fighting for food with wild dogs."

It turned out that Feng Huanhuan and Feng Wubai met Feicui in a dilapidated temple when they were children. At that time, Feicui was fighting with a dog for a moldy steamed bun.

The past was still vivid in her mind. Feng Huanhuan tucked her eyes with her sleeves and said, "Don't mention it anymore. The past is all in the past. You are Jade now, my Jade, the Jade of the Feng Mansion."

Feicui is quite open-minded. All those bad memories in the past have long become a thing of the past. She is a member of the Feng Mansion now. She is Feicui, Feng Huanhuan's Feicui.

"That is, I am yours in life and yours in death."

The two of them laughed and happily entered the hall. When they were about to have breakfast, they heard the servant come to report: "Princess Lan Yue of the Princess's Mansion is waiting at the door."

"Please come in quickly." Feng Huanhuan stood up quickly, a little surprised: "It's Sister Yueliang."

She hurriedly followed the servant to meet him, and Feicui chased after her: "Miss, wait for me."

Not long after, Feng Huanhuan ran to the gate of the mansion and saw Lan Yueming riding on a scarlet BMW. At first glance, he looked very familiar.

In just half a breath, she screamed: "Baxue, it's Baxue!"

Baxue seemed to understand, and stepped forward, stretched his head in front of Feng Huanhuan, asking for a touch. Feng Huanhuan held Baxue's head, pulling his ears, stroking his fur, and loving him so much that he didn't let go.

Lan Yueming jumped off the horse and loosened the reins. She was not worried that Baxue would hurt Feng Huanhuan. She stood by with her arms crossed and watched with a smile. When she saw that it was almost done, she said, "Little girl, you've almost made Baxue's head bald."

"No, Baxue has liked me since childhood." Feng Huanhuan still held Baxue's head lovingly and said, "I haven't seen Baxue for a long time, I miss it so much!"

At this moment, Feng Huanhuan finally became more clear-headed. She looked at Lan Yueming suspiciously: "Sister Yueliang, how come you can ride Baxue? This is my brother's mount."

This was a precious horse that Feng Wubai had raised since childhood. It grew up in the Feng Mansion until Feng Wubai decided to go to the battlefield and took Baxue with him.

Lan Yueming looked at Feng Huanhuan's puzzled eyes, bared his eight teeth, and said, "You just realized it?"

Feng Huanhuan finally let go of Baxue, and ran to her side with her skirt lifted, her eyes bright, "Have you seen my brother?"

Lan Yueming smiled and nodded.

Feng Huanhuan's eyes widened in surprise: "You and my brother are in the same military camp!"

Lan Yueming nodded again.

Now Feng Huanhuan was happy, surprised and excited. It was completely unexpected.

She never thought that Sister Moon and Brother would be in the same place.

So, she took Lan Yueming into the house and asked as they walked, "Why are you with your brother?"

Lan Yueming recalled: "Back then, your brother went directly to the border, where my father was stationed. He concealed his identity, so my father and I didn't notice it at first. It was not until he made many contributions that my father summoned him and found out that he was actually Young Master Feng."

"No wonder, it's more like my brother's style, wanting to fight for what he wants with real ability."

"Yes, this is also the reason why my father admires Master Feng."

Lan Yueming also had a good first impression of Feng Wubai.

"After all, there are very few children from aristocratic families who can leave their families and go to the battlefield alone. Even if there are, they only want to gain a good reputation and return to Beijing to be recorded as a meritorious service to prepare for their future career. My father always refuses people like this. They don't understand how hard it is to be at the border, and how the people there are in dire straits. Today the Japanese pirates invade, tomorrow the foreign countries provoke, and the stationed officers and soldiers are a little careless, and the people will lose their homes. In the end, the people at the border become victims of the court, or they are used as bargaining chips for negotiations. So guarding the border is a very sacred and great thing. In the desert, the sun rises every day, shining the entire Gobi Desert golden. At that time, I always thought that this piece of pure land needs tranquility and comfort."

Feng Huanhuan stopped and looked at Lan Yueming. Her gaze was directed towards the sky, which seemed distant and sincere.

At this moment, she didn't know what to say. She felt that this topic was too heavy, and for a young lady like her to discuss this would be an insult to those heroes who had risked their lives.

Soon, Lan Yueming withdrew her gaze and smiled at Feng Huanhuan, "Little girl, don't worry, your brother is fine. He told me that he must stay alive, otherwise the little girl at home will probably dig up his grave and cry. He doesn't want to be robbed after his death."

Feng Huanhuan laughed out loud when she heard this, "Brother really understands me. This is what I did."

The two of them laughed and arrived at Huanxin Garden. Feicui hurried to prepare tea. Feng Huanhuan led Lan Yueming to the stone table under the wintersweet tree and sat down. "Sister, how come you have so much free time today?"

Lan Yueming was no stranger to this place. She looked up at the wintersweet and said with a smile, "This wintersweet has grown so tall? It has indeed not been back for many years."

Feng Huanhuan snorted in pretended anger: "That's right, when you left, she was still a young sapling."

"Okay, my dear sister, I'll apologize to you, okay?"

"Hmph, I forgive you reluctantly."

Lan Yueming looked at the cute little girl in front of her. She had really grown up. Now she was so stunningly beautiful that people couldn't help but take a few more glances at her.

Beautiful but not coquettish, pure but not childish.

At this time, Feicui came forward with a jade plate: "Princess Lanyue, Miss, have some warm tea."

After presenting the gift, Feicui tactfully withdrew. She knew that this was the young lady's distinguished guest and might have a lot of personal matters to talk about.

Lan Yueming took a sip of warm tea and went straight to the point.

She felt that she didn't need to go through so many twists and turns with Feng Huanhuan, so she asked, "What's going on between Bai Tiao and Mr. Feng?"

Feng Huanhuan moved a little too much and almost spit out the tea in her mouth. She coughed violently, which scared Lan Yueming so much that he stood by her side and stroked her back.

"Huan'er, what's wrong with you? Is this some secret? If it were me, I wouldn't ask."

Every mansion has its own household affairs that are too embarrassing to talk about, and Lan Yueming understands this.

Lan Yueming was very frank. In comparison, Feng Huanhuan felt that she was extremely embarrassed. However, this concerned her brother and Sister Bai's reputation, so she couldn't tell anyone even to their close friends.

So, she looked at Lan Yueming with an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, Sister Yueliang, there is indeed something hidden, I still want to wait for my brother to come back before mentioning it."

Lan Yueming nodded, "Okay, then I won't ask."

After only half a breath, Lan Yueming asked again: "Were you with Han Liqing yesterday?"

Feng Huanhuan couldn't hide her expression, her eyes widened, and she asked, "How did Sister Yueliang know that?"

Lan Yueming pressed her eyebrows and smiled: "You, little girl, definitely didn't stand me up because of other young ladies from aristocratic families, and Uncle Feng won't hinder our relationship. So, apart from your ever-talking Han Liqing, who else can snatch someone from me?"

"Oh, Sister Moon." Feng Huanhuan dragged out the words, feeling embarrassed again. When this matter was pointed out, she felt really hot inside.

"Is he kind to you?" Lan Yueming asked.

Feng Huanhuan lowered her head, unable to hide her embarrassment, and hummed softly in her throat.

Lan Yueming smiled with eyes like crescent moons, showing neat teeth. "Then let me see you when I have time. Your brother has told me to visit his sister more often when I return to Beijing. Now that you are almost the age of marriage, your brother is extremely anxious. He said a long time ago that he must return to Beijing when his sister reaches the age of marriage, otherwise everything he has done will be in vain."

Feng Huanhuan's eyes were wet with emotion. She asked, "Brother, how has your life been at the border in recent years?"