Chapter 13 World One

The night gradually deepened, the moon was bright in the sky, with a few stars dotting the sky, and a gentle breeze was blowing, mixed with a hint of coolness.

Mu Nanxing was only wearing a single piece of clothing, standing in the courtyard. His figure was like a pine or cypress, and his shadow was reflected on the moonlit ground, showing a bit of loneliness.

Not far away, locked in the stable was Mu Nanxing's mount, named Hualiu, with black mane and tail, and a bright red body.

Hualiu had already had some water and some grass, and was breathing heavily from his nose. Mu Nanxing reached out and combed Hualiu's mane.

Feng Hui thought about it for a long time in private before deciding to come find Mu Nanxing.

"Young Marquis, you will be returning to the capital soon. When you were ordered to come here to provide disaster relief, the Emperor granted you a favor. Have you ever thought about what that favor is?"

Mu Nanxing paused for a moment, frowning in thought.

He had already thought of all the graces he wanted before coming to Fuling City. Grace had nothing to do with anything else but Li Qingyu. However, when he rushed to Li Qingyu's residence, his sister, who had always looked at him with such tenderness, stopped him—she didn't want to. Mu Nanxing would not force anything. If Li Qingyu didn't want to, how could he force her?

Feng Hui saw that he was in deep thought, and he knew what he was thinking. He clasped his hands together and spoke each word in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"Young Marquis, please forgive me for being blunt! If you grant this favor to Miss Li, it will probably be in vain.

Your feelings for Miss Li are as clear as the sun and the moon, but Miss Li only treats you as her younger brother.

Why don't you use this grace to find a marriage for yourself, young marquis..."

"presumptuous!"

There was fire in Mu Nanxing's eyes. How could he allow others to interfere in the affairs between him and Li Qingyu?

Although he was young, he was a young marquis who was respected and respected, and he was also active in the military camp. His anger at this time brought a certain degree of pressure.

Thinking of the treasured fan that Mu Nanxing admired, Feng Hui clenched his fists, suppressed his anger, and continued speaking.

"Even if you don't propose marriage, the young marquis should find someone who is considerate and gentle by his side."

Mu Nanxing looked gloomy and raised his eyebrows at him.

"Oh, who is it?"

"Miss Baoshan is very good. She is well-behaved and quiet. She can help take care of the young marquis if she stays with him."

There was a hint of impending storm in Mu Nanxing's eyes, but he simply waved his hand to let Feng Hui retreat, and his voice to the energetic Hualiu was as cold as ice.

"I didn't know she had such thoughts."

Feng Hui wiped away the cold sweat that had just appeared on his forehead due to fear, and he didn't understand what Mu Nanxing meant.

When he saw Baoshan again, she was naked, without even the jade bracelet she had made a few days ago. Feng Hui wondered why she wasn't wearing any jewelry.

"The young marquis doesn't seem to like me wearing bracelets."

It's more than just dislike. I was even angry last time.

However, Bao Shan only took off the jade bracelet and did not put on the earrings as Mu Nanxing had never said out loud.

Now she has nothing on her body, but because of her pretty face, she does not look dull at all.

Feng Hui could not hide so many things in his heart, and in just a few words he told everything he had noticed that Bao Shan had someone she admired.

Beautiful blush flew up Baoshan's cheeks. She was both embarrassed and annoyed. She opened her mouth to say that she was not in love with Mu Nanxing, but she could not say such a lie no matter what.

She hesitated for a long time, but could only turn her head away and pick up a handkerchief to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Isn't that ridiculous?"

Feng Hui denied it repeatedly.

"How can it be ridiculous? I just envy the young marquis for being treated sincerely by you.

But the young marquis has a beloved in the capital, and the sachet he treasures was embroidered by that woman."

Mu Nanxing cherishes that sachet so much that he even looks for ways to preserve the fragrance. I think Baoshan knows this and can also understand the position of that sweetheart in Mu Nanxing's heart.

Baoshan's face turned pale, and her slender body was instantly shaking.

"They are in love with each other, but I still harbor such feelings for the young marquis. It's really wrong..."

"No. They are not in love with each other."

Feng Hui was afraid that she was too sad, so he hurriedly told her some good news to comfort her.

"I have already persuaded the young marquis to keep you by his side, he—

Although he didn't say he was willing, he didn't say he wasn't willing either. He's probably considering it."

After hearing these words, the pale look on Baoshan's face finally showed some sincerity.

She asked in a weak voice what Feng Hui had said to Mu Nanxing, how he said it, and what Mu Nanxing's expression was at that time.

After Feng Hui answered one by one, Bao Shan's heart was wrinkled, but she still forced herself to thank Feng Hui.

After sending Feng Hui away and returning to her room, Bao Shan finally relaxed the tension in her heart.

She had originally wanted to take it slow and planned carefully. After all, Mu Nanxing's feelings had lasted for years and would be difficult to shake easily. She could only adopt the "gentle and silent" approach. Feng Hui, although a military commander, was a sincere man and had helped her a lot.

But the bad thing is that he is too impulsive and difficult to control. Sometimes, due to momentary impulse, he will do things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand.

If Feng Hui rashly brought up this matter with Mu Nanxing, Mu Nanxing would definitely feel disgusted and would even wonder if she did it on purpose.

Bao Shan's thoughts moved slightly. Although Feng Hui's action was sudden and caught her off guard, it disrupted her original train of thought.

But it was like a strong medicine that broke the lukewarm situation, which was not a bad thing.

So, when Mu Nanxing appeared again, Bao Shan was not as normal as usual. She did not dare to look him in the eye and could only avoid his sight to hide her feelings.

The treasured fan's two watery eyes seemed to hold a thousand thoughts and feelings, yet its field of vision only held the figure of one person.

After hearing what Feng Hui said, she really thought that she could get one step closer to Mu Nanxing. She had a graceful figure, full of shyness and affection, which made all the men in the post station breathe harder and their legs go weak.

Mu Nanxing thought she would be afraid and would hide. After all, such thoughts were presented to him by Feng Hui with words that were not concealed. It was like steaming in the sun, to see how much truth and how much falsehood there would be in it.

But today, her eyes were so blazing that Mu Nanxing, who should have responded coldly and sarcastically, felt a little uneasy.

Baoshan has always been docile. Ever since she was rescued, she often lowered her eyes and appeared in a quiet and weak posture.

But now she raised her pretty face, as if there was only one person in her eyes and heart.

All Mu Nanxing could see was Baoshan's white earlobe and empty wrist.

She wore no bracelets or earrings, and her complexion was slightly pale. It wasn't good, but there was a shimmering light in her eyes.

Looking at Feng Hui standing beside her, Mu Nanxing's mind turned and she figured something out.

Perhaps Feng Hui, the reckless man, said something to Bao Shan again, and he must have conveyed the wrong message.

Feng Hui, who was called aside, naturally refused to admit it, and his tone was firm.

"I just told Baoshan that you might be willing to accept her."

Where's the nonsense?

What should have been Bao Shan's worry became Mu Nanxing's worry.

Zhang Mansion.

Zhang Shang smashed two more porcelain bottles and three glass cups, but he was still not satisfied.

When Zhang Shang thought that Bao Shan actually admired Mu Nanxing and Mu Nanxing also wanted to get close to Bao Shan, he felt as if he was thrown into a wok and cooked by fire.

There are many servants in the post station, and most of them are from Fuling City.

Zhang Shang had money in his hands and used his family as a threat.

Although the post station was directly managed by the capital, it was still located in Fuling City. Finally, he found a guy who could pass on his message for him.

Listening to the servant in front of him vividly describing how shy Baoshan was.

But the affection in his eyes could not be concealed, and after he finished speaking, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Young Marquis Mu is truly lucky. Not only was he born into a good family, but even a beauty like this has fallen in love with him.

Master Zhang, have you ever seen Miss Baoshan today? She is as beautiful as a flower, and makes people feel weak and dizzy just by looking at her..."

Before he could feel weak and dizzy, Zhang Shang hit him with a celadon vase with pine, bamboo and plum patterns, and he fell to the ground and really fainted.

But none of the servants and maids around him came forward to support him. They all went to look at the celadon vase, waiting to see if there was any crack on it.

He breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that blood was oozing from the waiter's forehead. Under Zhang Shang's impatient urging, he carried the waiter out.

The people had left, and Zhang Shang was so angry that he couldn't sit still on the wooden chair. He could only pace back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back.

He was furious, but he couldn't bear to scold the treasured fan, so he vented his anger on Mu Nanxing: "Aren't you a gentleman? Didn't you even refuse to accept the dancer my father gave you? Why are you willing to get close to me when it's just the treasured fan?" Zhang Shang had always thought Mu Nanxing was a hypocritical person. He just pretended to be so serious on weekdays, but now he complained, why didn't he keep pretending?

Zhang Shang kept cursing and walked towards the parrot in the corridor.

The parrot had only grown a thin layer of feathers on its belly. It was using its beak to dip some water and comb its sparse feathers when it sensed danger approaching and quickly flapped its wings to try to fly away.

But it was locked in a cage made of gold, and no matter how it flapped its wings, it could not fly out.

In Zhang Shang's eyes, this parrot was the person he hated most in his life. He opened the cage and subconsciously grabbed it with his right hand.

But his right hand remained motionless. Zhang Shang realized that he couldn't control it, and he remembered the culprit. He became even angrier and cursed, "Even if I only have one hand, I can strangle you to death!"

He smiled grimly and grabbed the mockingbird's neck with his left hand. The neck was so slender and soft, just like his disabled right hand.

The left hand tightened, and the mockingbird could not make any sound. Its eyes were much wider than usual. After a while, the mockingbird's wings drooped, and the temperature of its body seemed to be dissipating.

Zhang Shangcai withdrew his hand and called the bird-raising servant.

"Save it."

After saying this, Zhang Shang did not forget to threaten: "If you can't save it, you will be the parrot in its place."

The servant bowed his head and nodded repeatedly. After Zhang Shang left, the servant dared to put the parrot in the palm of his hand, rubbing it first, then running off to make medicine for it.

Fortunately, after a lot of trouble, the parrot bird finally fluttered its wings again. However, it was much weaker than before, and even the food had to be dissolved in water and fed to it with a small spoon.

The Zhang family did not have a doctor who specialized in taking care of birds, and Zhang Shang had no intention of hiring a doctor for the parrot.

The servant took it to the place where people were treated in the mansion, took some herbs, and boiled them in water.

The postman was lying next to him, separated by a curtain.

When the waiter heard that this man was a bird doctor, he scoffed inwardly and lifted the curtain to take a peek.

There is nothing much to see in the parrot bird, it looks like a sickly bird.

However, this bird keeper looked somewhat familiar to him, as if he had seen him somewhere.