Chapter 42

"In the whole capital, only my silly brother would fight against the Prime Minister's Mansion for her. He is also the only one who has military merit and would ask for an imperial decree for her. Why not? But when did her mind form? Was it in childhood?" Feng Huanhuan muttered to herself, "Anyway, no matter what, brother is not a fool. If she doesn't restrain herself, brother will find out sooner or later. Brother is a person who has a clear distinction between love and hate and does not drag his feet. If Bai Tiao gambles with brother's love, it will be a big mistake. Brother can ignore some mistakes, but for this kind of emotional impurity, brother will cut it off directly. Even if Bai Tiao loves brother, there may be many factors mixed in, and it is not pure."

Feicui felt very upset for Feng Wubai, her cheeks puffed up, and she was obviously angry. She thought Feng Wubai's sincerity was trampled on.

Feng Huanhuan saw that Feicui's face looked like a dumpling, and couldn't help but smile, "I'm not as angry as you are. You have to believe in your brother."

"I'm not afraid that the young master will be deceived by her. The young master is smart and didn't realize it for so many years. It's just that he and Miss Bai have been apart for a long time. I'm angry about the young master's passionate love. Those who betray his sincerity should go to hell."

At this point, Feicui suddenly thought of something, she quickly closed her mouth, and looked at Feng Huanhuan in panic. A silence filled the two of them, Feng Huanhuan saw Feicui's panic, Feicui opened her mouth and closed it again and again...

She smiled and continued what Emerald said, "Well, Emerald is right. Those who betray true love should indeed go to hell."

But, if it is that person, I can’t bear to let him go.

Feicui frowned, as if all her strength was concentrated in the center of her eyebrows. She cursed herself thousands of times in her heart, and during this time, she kept observing Feng Huanhuan's expression. Feicui knew that Feng Huanhuan had not really forgotten Han Fengci. She just buried that person deep in her heart, and even had resistance to others mentioning this name. Only Feng Huanhuan could mention Han Fengci.

Wusun Xingyan's arrival did not cause any disturbance in Feng Huanhuan's heart. She was right, no matter who it was, it seemed the same. It was noon soon, and the sky filled with clouds was shining brightly. This year's summer came earlier than usual.

"May 10th." Feng Huanhuan murmured, "It seems like it won't be long."

Feicui did not hear Feng Huanhuan's mumbling. She spread out the bedding under the curtain, walked out and called to Feng Huanhuan, "Miss, come and take a rest."

Feng Huanhuan hummed and stood up from the tea stool. Feicui slowly lowered the curtain until Feng Huanhuan's face could no longer be seen, then she turned and left.

Feicui sat down with mixed feelings on the stone bench under the wintersweet tree, where Feng Huanhuan often sat. When she looked up, she could see the Kunpeng lantern under the eaves. She had the urge to destroy it countless times.

It was so hot and humid in early summer. Feng Huanhuan's forehead was covered with sweaty hair. It was obvious that she did not sleep well. In her dream, she saw Han Fengci. He looked at her with painful eyes and said, "Ling'er, I like you."

She didn't understand why it was so painful for him to like her. She wanted to tell him that she liked him, too. But she felt like she was wrapped in a cocoon, and she felt stuffy and breathless.

Until she was suffocated and woke up from her dream. Feng Huanhuan stared at the curtains above the bed, breathing heavily. Looking closely, her mouth was trembling and her teeth were chattering.

"Where...are you?"

"I...can't seem to wait for you anymore."

Feng Wubai, who is far away in Fuzhou, can be said to have breathed a sigh of relief these days.

Of course, they had to return home after receiving Feng Huanhuan's message and seeing that they were about to reach Han Fengci's hometown. Passing Fuzhou along the way, they unexpectedly discovered a big secret. Many things can be associated. Even if it is a branch, the mother's family of Concubine Cihe is a local emperor in the place where they are. The Yuan family is very smart and does not get involved in the capital, but apart from the capital, they are almost involved in everything. That night, Feng Wubai and Lan Yueming planned to rest in a country inn. After a day's journey, there is only such a small inn surrounded by mountains nearby. The environment is not very good, but it is better than sleeping in the open air. Who would have thought that the last group of people who checked in was Zu Wan of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Feng Wubai suddenly became energetic and immediately called Lan Yueming. The two followed all the way and found that the place Zu Wan went to was actually the residence of Yuan Zongli in Fuzhou. This direction can be regarded as Feng Wubai and Lan Yueming's eyes widened. The imperial concubine of the current dynasty has an affair with the left prime minister's mansion.

"Are you going to explore tonight?" Lan Yueming asked Feng Wubai. She spoke in a tentative tone.

"Go!" Feng Wubai said, "We need to find out whether the Fuzhou corruption case has anything to do with Prime Minister Zuo."

Lan Yueming chuckled, "I think you want to know how serious your relationship with Prime Minister Zuo is. If it's not serious, you have the ability to remove him. If it is serious, you should think about how to remove Baitiao."

Lan Yueming's words touched Feng Wubai's heart. Yes, he did think so. So what if Lan Yueming guessed it? So, he smiled in a playful way: "Then I'll trouble Princess Lan Yue to keep the whistle."

"Tsk, I think the left prime minister will not be able to get out of this matter. You might as well start thinking about how to get Bai Tiao out now." Lan Yueming thought about it and laughed again, "Bai Tiao is really lucky. If it were someone else, it would be a sure thing that all nine generations of the family would be executed. In the entire capital, only Young Master Feng can get involved in this mess at the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Lan Yueming's smile was without any emotion, just like she was saying something funny. But Lan Yueming's unintentional words made Feng Wubai shudder. Of course, he didn't stay in this feeling for long.

At night, under the dim moonlight, the two of them broke into Yuan Zongli's residence in Fuzhou.

The golden and magnificent palaces, carved railings and jade railings, were what Feng Wubai and Lan Yueming saw. They really didn't expect that the door of the mansion was ordinary, but the inside was so hidden, like a palace of laurel and orchids. Walking along the road, the winding cobblestone path passed a pond and passed a garden before they arrived at the main courtyard. The two hid under an ancient tree with lush branches and dim moonlight, just enough to hide their figures. The yard in front was brightly lit, and the servants kept bringing tea in, which meant that there was someone inside. It should be Zu Wan.

While the servants were exchanging, the two of them went forward with Qinggong and hid on the roof. Lan Yueming was watching from the other side of the golden roof, while Feng Wubai lifted up a piece of green tile. As expected, it was Zu Wan inside.

"Sir Yuan, I heard there is a mine in Qingzhou..." Yuan Zongli asked Zu Wan tentatively. He asked with narrowed eyes.

Zu Wan quickly responded, "The Prime Minister said that if the Yuan family wants the mining rights there, it will be difficult. The Yuan family should not even think about it. Qingzhao is mining the mines himself and they are all soldiers. It is impossible for him to hand it over to the imperial merchant."

Yuan Zongli was not surprised, but he smiled and said: "Then... our Yuan family can eat some dregs, but can the Yuan family transport the ore?" He did not give Zu Wan a chance to answer, Yuan Zongli continued: "It just so happens that there is a batch of top-quality Persian colored clothes. I felt at first glance that they were specially prepared for Concubine Cihe. I'd better trouble Master Zu to transport them back to the capital and hand them over to Concubine Cihe."

Yuan Zongli is tall and slender, with a diamond-shaped face, single eyelids and high cheekbones. He always has a fake smile on his face, and you can't tell what he is thinking. It seems that no matter whether you please him or reject him, he will always have only one expression, never angry, and always look at you with a smile.

Zu Wan really didn't want to beat around the bush with this guy. Yuan Zongli's smiling eyes seemed to be able to enter his soul through his eyes, which made his scalp tingle. So Zu Wan nodded, "Okay, Master Yuan, do you have any other instructions? If not, we will return to the capital as soon as possible."

"Master Zu, it's getting late. You should stay here with me for the night." Yuan Zongli said politely.

Zu Wan refused, saying that he wanted to return to Beijing as soon as possible. So, that night, Zu Wan returned to Beijing with the Prime Minister's Office Guards, followed by Feng Wubai and Lan Yueming.

"I never thought that the Prime Minister was actually the secret agent for Concubine Cihe to contact Yuan Shi." Lan Yueming sighed in a daze, and then asked, "What did Yuan Shi promise the Prime Minister? Alas, it seems that you really can't protect the Prime Minister this time."

Unexpectedly, Lan Yueming was right. Feng Wubai was in a big trouble now. The ministers and the imperial concubine colluded, and the heads of ten prime ministers were not enough to chop off. This time he really didn't want to argue with Lan Yueming. Right now, Bai Tiao was in a very dangerous situation. Because when they retreated, there was a second wave of tails. He recognized that they were the emperor's secret guards. It seems that the emperor has been eyeing Yuan for a long time. Now he only knows that he must rush back to the capital as soon as possible. This is hard for Lan Yueming.

Feng Wubai and Lan Yueming returned to Beijing without alarming anyone.

That day, the night was dark, the moonlight seemed to be covered by a layer of mist, and the whole sky was gloomy. Bai Tiao sat at the dressing table in the wing room, wiping her hands with osmanthus beauty cream, with a slight smile on her lips.

"Miss, your hands are so beautiful. This osmanthus beauty cream is so fragrant. I could smell it at the door." Haitang stood behind Baitiao and gently combed Baitiao's black hair with an agarwood comb.

"This smell is really good, fragrant but not strong." Bai Tiao looked very satisfied and did not stop wiping his hands.

"Miss, why don't you give Miss Feng a different beauty cream?" Haitang frowned slightly, "Miss, since you like the scent of osmanthus so much, why don't you keep it for yourself. Anyway, the Yuhunxiang is mixed in it, and Miss Feng won't be able to use much, what a waste. This osmanthus beauty cream is a rare item."

Bai Tiao groaned from his chest, "The scent of Yuhunxiang can only be blended with osmanthus. If you change it to something else, a doctor with a keen nose will be able to smell it out. It's just a box of beauty cream, and there will be more in the future. But people, once they are gone, they are gone."

"Miss is still far-sighted." Haitang's brows had already relaxed, and the movements of her hands became gentler.

Bai Tiao's hair was smooth and black, and her light pink nightgown covered her exquisite body. She sat in the same neat and straight posture as before. From a distance, she was still the shy girl. But now, her words were so vicious. Feng Wubai didn't know how to get out of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Lan Yueming was watching outside the mansion. She was really not interested in watching the two of them flirting. Who knew that when she saw Feng Wubai again, she didn't see the satisfied look on his face, but a pale face.

Lan Yueming quickly stood up from the corner, ran over, grabbed Feng Wubai's sleeve and asked, "What's wrong?"