Chapter 19
Feng Huanhuan didn't give up and asked, "Sister Bai, are you really leaving?" Bai Tiao nodded, "It's time to go, Huan'er, don't worry about me. As for you, your coming of age is coming soon, so it's just right for you to go back and prepare a big gift for Huan'er."
Seemingly determined, Feng Huanhuan did not force it. Although they had been together for a short time in the past two days, Bai Tiao treated her as always, and did not mention the difficulties she had made with her over the years. Of course, she did not mention her brother either. The brother seemed to be a taboo between the two of them. No matter who mentioned it, everything at the moment was like fragile soap foam.
The clouds in the east were rising from the mountains. Under the thin pink mist, Bai Tiao was filled with a hazy light. She was smiling and looking at her so gently. Feng Huanhuan felt more and more guilty and drooped her eyelashes. She looked over and couldn't help blurting out the words she had always wanted to say: "Sister Bai, I'm sorry."
Her voice was slightly choked, and her scalloped eyes were instantly filled with mist. Bai Tiao was not much better, she bit her teeth tightly and smiled: "Silly Huan'er." Then she touched the apologetic little girl's bun, one by one, and said softly: "How have you ever let me down?"
Feng Huanhuan lowered her head and murmured softly, "I...I always make things difficult for you in public and embarrass you...embarrass you."
Bai Tiao couldn't help but laugh softly, because the little girl was still as cute as before. Because she lowered her head, the tassel curtains on both sides of her hair swayed, which always made people feel soft. So, she held her face with both hands and moved closer. The two looked at each other and smiled gently, "Huan'er, I have never blamed you. I watched you grow up since you were a child, how could I not know Huan'er's temper."
The two looked at each other for a while, and Feng Huanhuan also smiled. Although she didn't say anything, Bai Tiao's eyes seemed to say to her: "Don't worry, I will take good care of myself."
It was not until the sky was filled with pink clouds, the winter wind blew her hair so hard that she could not see clearly in front of her, and the winter plum blossoms fell all over her shoulders that she withdrew her gaze and murmured, "Sister Bai... is gone."
Feng Huanhuan stood still under the wintersweet tree, the cold wind gently brushed the hem of her skirt, causing it to sway slightly. Her frivolous figure seemed to be unaware of the cold, her back straight.
Feicui, who had just come out of the wing room, was holding a red cashmere cloak in her hands. Seeing this, she sighed secretly, gently brushed off the wintersweet petals on her shoulders, draped the cloak in her arms over her shoulders, and whispered to comfort her: "Miss, don't look, Miss Bai has gone far away."
"Yeah, far away."
She stared at the pink sunrise, feeling indescribable, only empty. At this moment, she couldn't help but think of the name that haunted her dreams that night.
Love... She didn't know where it came from or when, but her dependence on him had already reached the point where she couldn't control herself.
She wanted to be alone, so she sent Feicui away. As soon as she entered the boudoir, she saw a man in a moon-white robe sitting on the tea table. She paused suddenly, and the next moment she realized that it was Han Fengci.
The mood that was just like a dark cloud avoiding the sun has now turned into a spring-like mood. She lowered her head and smiled, then trotted over and sat opposite him, holding her chin with her hand, looking very happy.
The two of them were facing each other, Han Fengci was drinking tea, the sunlight was shining through the window and was dimly visible on the tea table. She prayed that such a quiet time would pass slowly, was that okay?
He poured the tea into the public cup and suddenly found the little person in front of him very quiet. So he raised his eyes and saw the little girl staring at him without hesitation. With a faint smile on his lips, he asked, "Have you seen enough?"
She shook her head and said, "It's not enough. Even if I look at it for several lifetimes, it won't be enough."
His hand paused, his expression slightly stiffened, and although he quickly wiped it away, Feng Huanhuan still caught his evasion. This was not the first time she found that he was so shy about talking about him and her, even if she was joking unintentionally...
He slowly poured the tea from the cup into the five-petal lotus cup in front of her, and his cold voice came to her ears again: "Warm yourself up first."
He seemed not to notice her strangeness, but then he thought, maybe she is not yet of age. So, she picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and asked, "When did you come?"
"When you miss me."
In a flash, her heart was deeply shaken.
At this moment, she only had eyes for him. She pressed her lips tightly together, her face suddenly flushed, and to cover up her loss of composure, she quickly lowered her head and pretended to drink tea. While sitting in deep thought, she took a few sips of tea, and the heat in her body seemed to fade away, and she returned to her usual state. So, she raised her chin and answered the words she had just spoken: "Then if I... dream about you and call your name in the dream, will you come right away?"
As she spoke, she smiled at him with a slightly malicious look. How could he not know that she was playing tricks on him? But he never dared to imagine that he would appear in her dream. So, he continued, "Yes, it was your intention to appear in the dream."
For him, as long as he could remember him for a moment, even if it was in a dream or just an illusion, he would be happy with it.
Later, on a night with a bright moon hanging high in the branches, a man in a moon-white robe sat under the layers of light pink bed curtains. The little girl in the embroidered silk quilt unconsciously crossed her legs, holding the quilt between her legs, and slept soundly.
The doting in his eyes was about to overflow, and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth unconsciously. Only now, he dared to release his love, he thought.
He reached out and covered the sleeping Feng Huanhuan with the quilt. Suddenly, he heard a whisper. He leaned over to her ear as if he heard some familiar words. She smacked her lips and said, "Han Fengci, I want to marry you."
That year, standing in front of the poor mountain, I was alone with my deepest wish.
I am the Kun in the dark, shaking the heaven and earth.
It will transform into blowing sand, and carry it in the trickling water of mountain streams, and the cracks in the rocks will become the world.
In a moment every morning, in the dark place, only the bright moon can be seen.
Han Fengci smiled and sighed, "How can this not be considered as getting what I wished for."
But that night Feng Huanhuan was talking in her dream. Not long after, Han Fengci frowned and moved to the courtyard. Suddenly, he heard a young man standing on the roof. When he saw him, he laughed softly and seemed to have been waiting for a long time. The young man jumped up and sat steadily on the stone table under the wintersweet tree. He waved his sleeves again, and the white jade tea set appeared, so he sat down and drank tea.
Seeing this, Han Fengci smiled lightly, sat down casually, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea, "Shi Xi, do you have so much free time?"
Shi Xi raised his eyes, turned his head away and smiled, "Feng Ci, have you forgotten that one year on earth is equal to one day in heaven? You haven't seen me for several years, what's wrong? Did I come to the wrong place?"
"Okay, I can't beat you in an argument, so why are you looking for me?" Han Fengci said.
Shi Xi held the teacup in his hand in mid-air, and asked with a slight complaint, "Why? Do I have to have something to ask you?"
"Not really. If you have something to say, just say it first."
Han Fengci still had a cold look on his face. If he hadn’t seen the slightly raised corners of his lips, he would have probably questioned him at this moment.
"Well, there is one thing, and it's a big deal to me. Unlike some people, they are heartless. I came all the way here, and I have to bring my own tea set." As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Xi waved his sleeves again, and the table was glowing red. In the blur, four bottles of osmanthus wine gradually appeared. Shi Xi looked at Han Fengci and laughed foolishly, "Happy birthday, Lord Bei Ming."
Shi Xi's appearance seemed to never grow up, forever staying in his early twenties. There was always a smile on the corner of his lips, and his obsidian eyes were always shining. Whenever he was happy, he would show his neat white teeth, and he looked silly.
Han Fengci retracted his gaze, smiled and shook his head, "You remember it clearly."
"What you said, I'm afraid there's no third person in the entire Three Realms who knows your birthday." Shi Xi paused while pouring the wine, and raised his eyes quietly, as if he didn't dare to look at the person opposite him. He kept muttering in his heart: It's over, it's over, I said the wrong thing. He observed Han Fengci's expression, slowly filled the glass with wine, picked it up, and passed it to the other side. Before that, his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to round up the unconcealed words just now, so he smiled again, "Feng Ci, brother, I wish you only have me as your brother in the future."
Han Fengci took the wine glass and chuckled, "This God has agreed."
Moonlight accompanied by fine wine, sighing at the endless years. As for Han Fengci, the two had not seen each other for many years, and they drank a few more glasses unconsciously. Shi Xi put down the wine glass, looked at the Kunpeng lantern under the eaves, and asked: "Waiting for three thousand years, is it worth it?"
"Flowers are easy to wither, snow is easy to disperse, and people's hearts are easy to change. But mine is a heart as cold as ice. Once it holds a person, she can never get out." Han Fengci said lightly.
But the colder he was, the more distressed Shi Xi felt. Thinking back to the past, who wouldn't envy Han Fengci and Feng Wuling? Even he thought Feng Wuling would marry him. After knowing and accompanying each other for a long time, it was ultimately no match for the fleeting moment. Shi Xi lowered his eyes, perhaps under the influence of alcohol, and asked the question he had always wanted to ask: "Do you hate it?"
He raised his eyes and asked again: "Do you hate her for cruelly locking you into the Soul Locking Array to suffer thousands of heavenly thunders, hate her for trampling on your sincerity, hate her... ...for making you lose half of your divine power..."
Shi Xi became more and more excited as he spoke, because when Han Fengci escaped from the Beiming Soul Locking Formation, his moon-white robe was stained with blood, and whip marks were deeply engraved on his back like ravines.
That day, he had just returned from the mortal world, and had just returned to Shixi Mountain. He saw Han Fengci curled up under the ginkgo tree like a child, and the golden leaves on the ground had long been stained into a sea of red. He was so scared that his legs went limp, and only when Han Fengci looked up at him did he breathe a sigh of relief. That time, he kept it for five hundred years. When it gradually improved, he quietly left Shixi Mountain, just to find Feng Wuling, who would rather sacrifice the phoenix feathers and jump into the cliff of reincarnation to enter the mortal world in order to avoid Han Fengci.
He really didn't understand, especially when he saw Han Fengci escaping from Bei Ming. He even thought that if a woman treated him like this, he would hate her so much that he would turn into star foam and never see her again in this life.
But he never saw a trace of hatred on Han Fengci's face. He snatched the wine glass from Han Fengci's hand and asked, "You really don't hate him?"
He shook his head, unable to express his emotions, and could only say calmly: "I'm drunk and can't tell the difference."
"Hate, but also miss." He raised his head, looked at Gou Yue, and smiled faintly: "She entered my frozen heart, probably... it is her sorrow. So, it is right for her to hate me, how can I... bear to hate her."
"Mortals can see clearly. I have become the only god in the history of the Three Realms who is not blessed. What did she do wrong? The mistake was that I loved her, a love that went deep into my bones. It was me... who did not let her go."
Shi Xi didn't know how long it took Han Fengci to say these words.
He loved Feng Wuling, and he couldn't accept that she didn't love him. In short, that night, at that moment, the six ice crystals shattered like losing five. Until he left, Han Fengci still sat under the wintersweet tree, staring at the Kunpeng lantern, with a faint smile on his lips.
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