Chapter 47
Lan Yueming led the team, and Feicui followed by the window of the wedding sedan. No one except the bride could sit in the wedding sedan, and Feicui would have to follow the team throughout the long journey.
However, she had already noticed that the cavalry officer leading the charge was Princess Lan Yue. At first, she just felt familiar. After a few more glances, Lan Yueming must have noticed her staring and suddenly turned around and gave her a look. Feicui was extremely happy and wanted to tell Feng Huanhuan quickly. What was this feeling? Everything around was unfamiliar, and the road ahead was even more confusing. Suddenly, a familiar person appeared, and the feeling of closeness seemed to be strengthened.
So, while everyone was concentrating on getting on the road, Feicui leaned towards the sedan window and deliberately lowered her voice, "Miss, Miss, the one leading the way is Princess Lan Yue."
Feng Huanhuan in the wedding sedan was stunned when she heard the voice from Feicui, but then she smiled. This was not surprising. The sedan went from stable to slightly bumpy. Calculating the time, several hours had passed, and it was probably out of the city. The large group rested on the way, and then Lan Yueming rode over from the front. The bride could not leave the sedan without an accident, so the two of them exchanged a few words through the window.
It was not until the evening that Lan Yueming jumped into Feng Huanhuan's guest room through the window.
Feng Huanhuan knew that Lan Yueming would come to see her early in the morning, so she asked Feicui to make tea and wait for her. When Lan Yueming arrived, she saw Feng Huanhuan in a red nightgown drinking hot tea slowly.
"Little girl." Lan Yueming walked a few steps forward and picked up the tea on the table that seemed to be specially brewed for her. "Well, I'm so thirsty."
Lan Yueming drank very quickly, and it seemed that she was very thirsty. Putting down the cup, she said, "I just finished checking the horses. It took me a while, otherwise I would have come to see you a long time ago."
"It's okay. I can't sleep anyway." Feng Huanhuan said with a smile.
Lan Yueming looked at Feng Huanhuan's thin face and felt bad. She knew about Bai Tiao's matter, and coupled with the long journey and the man...anyone would lose weight.
"Little girl, Wusun is actually a good person." Lan Yueming suddenly spoke. Feng Huanhuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, "Yes, I know." Then she added: "Sister Yueliang knows Prince Wusun?"
Lan Yueming nodded, "We have met before, it's not bad."
Feng Huanhuan understood, so that was the case. However, she was not interested in asking further. In fact, if Lan Yueming didn't come to see Feng Huanhuan today, Feng Huanhuan would also go to see her.
"Sister Moon, I have something to say to you." Feng Huanhuan thought for a long time before she spoke.
Lan Yueming looked at her, with obvious confusion in her eyes. "Go ahead."
Feng Huanhuan smiled, "Sister Yueyue, why are you so reserved? It's just a girl's private talk. I guess brother should have told you about Baitiao, right?"
Feng Huanhuan kept looking at Lan Yueming's expression, trying to make sure if she guessed right. Sure enough, Lan Yueming's face looked a little sour, but she still nodded, "I mentioned it."
"My brother is actually a person who can let go easily. Once his efforts and sincerity are trampled upon, he will not chase others to ask why, and he will not even want an answer. However, from the moment my brother knew it, he will never give again or look back."
Lan Yueming looked at Feng Huanhuan. In fact, she didn't know why Feng Huanhuan said this to her. Seeing that she didn't answer, Feng Huanhuan continued, "Bai Tiao didn't believe in brother wholeheartedly. Even if she begged, brother would not marry her."
At this point, Lan Yueming nodded again. She had always avoided this topic. It was none of her business who Feng Wubai married, and she didn't want to know.
Seeing Lan Yueming lowering her eyes and clearly resisting this topic, Feng Huanhuan finally confirmed what she was thinking. Lan Yueming really liked her brother. Only when you really like someone will you avoid this topic. As long as that person is not her, it is none of her business whoever it is.
Feng Huanhuan laughed even more happily. Lan Yueming, who had lowered her eyes, quickly raised them and looked at Feng Huanhuan in confusion.
"Sister Yueliang, come on! My brother is easy to win over. As long as you make delicious food for him every day, he will follow you." Feng Huanhuan said a lot to herself in one breath.
"My brother is not only interested in the appearance of his partner. He pays more attention to the character and inner qualities of the person, and the mistress of the Qifeng Mansion."
"If I have to say who I prefer, it's probably that my brother likes the feeling of being taken care of. We lost our mother when we were young, and my brother has been supporting the Feng Mansion since he was very young. His small body couldn't stand him falling down. We were also bullied by other children from aristocratic families, and my brother always took it all on himself. In fact, he also expects to be taken care of. Bai Tiao grew up with us, and since Bai Tiao appeared, she has shared some of my brother's pressure. Bai Tiao is considerate, so it's normal for us to fall in love with each other over time."
Lan Yueming didn't say a word from beginning to end. Her face was already red and warm, like the red silk on the wedding sedan reflected on her face. She didn't dare to look up at Feng Huanhuan. Lan Yueming didn't even know whether Feng Huanhuan was joking and accidentally set Feng Wubai up, or had seen through her thoughts. The former was fine, but if it was the latter, she would not be able to raise her head.
"Sister Yueliang, your head is almost buried in the ground." Feng Huanhuan looked at Lan Yueming. At this moment, she was like a child who had done something wrong.
Feng Huanhuan called out several times, but Lan Yueming remained indifferent. She had no choice but to stand up, squat between Lan Yueming's legs, and look up at her. This time, their eyes finally crossed.
"Sister Moon, why are you shy?"
Feng Huanhuan did not laugh at Lan Yueming's idea, which made Lan Yueming secretly relieved.
She was so afraid that Feng Huanhuan would call her shameless, or laugh at her for being ignorant. But none of these happened. Feng Huanhuan's bright eyes looked at her sincerely, waiting for her answer.
Lan Yueming squeezed out the words stiffly, "No...no."
Feng Huanhuan patted her thigh and advised her earnestly, "Sister Yueliang, it's normal to like someone. There's no need to hide it. Just tell him boldly if you like him. If you don't tell him, how will he know that you like him? What if brother treats you as a brother for life?"
"I......" Lan Yueming stuttered and didn't know what to say. Feng Huanhuan interrupted her again, "I, I, I, what? Just listen to me and make delicious food for brother every day. Within seven days, he will take the initiative to look for you every day."
"Really?" Lan Yueming was a little skeptical. How come he didn't realize that Feng Wubai was a greedy person? In the military camp, the food was hard to describe. It was difficult to eat meat. Whenever there was something, he would share it with the soldiers.
"Of course it's true. As I said just now, my brother is someone who really wants to be taken care of. Moreover, my brother is very greedy and has been like this since he was a child. He just feels that being greedy doesn't fit with his image as a macho man, so he always controls himself."
Feng Huanhuan saw Lan Yueming's eyes flashing, and she knew there was something going on. She listened to him! So she said a little more.
The two talked until midnight. During this time, Feng Huanhuan did not ask Lan Yueming if she liked Feng Wubai. She did not need the answer. Lan Yueming did not ask Feng Huanhuan how she knew she liked Feng Wubai. The two chatted for several hours in tacit understanding. Feng Huanhuan told Lan Yueming about Feng Wubai's childhood embarrassment, his hobbies, and his weaknesses.
Lan Yueming felt that the fact that he had been with Feng Wubai for so many years was just his responsible side. Putting aside his status and the military camp, he was just a big boy who needed to be taken care of. She thought Feng Wubai was too powerful, but ignored the fact that as long as he was a human, he would have weaknesses.
When Lan Yueming left, she said to Feng Huanhuan very seriously: "Thank you, Huan'er."
Feng Huanhuan watched Lan Yueming leave with a smile, she walked back to the inner room and sat on the bed. She was in a daze for a long time, she just sat there with her hands on her knees for a long time.
She didn't move until her hands and feet were numb. Then, Feng Huanhuan turned around and took out an oval pink porcelain bottle from under the pillow. The guest room was not big, with a living room and a bedroom. At this time, the fragrance of osmanthus was spreading in every corner.
Feng Huanhuan slept peacefully.
Feng Huanhuan had not woken up until Feicui brought the hand-washing basin.
For some reason, Feicui's heart skipped a beat, and then thumped. She didn't even dare to step forward. She continued to rinse the silk handkerchief in her hand, saying to herself, "Miss, I will wash your hands for you."
Feicui gently lifted Feng Huanhuan's hand. It was cold, so cold. With shaking hands, she carefully wiped the bloodless hands with the wrung-out silk handkerchief. "Miss, you are cold and you don't know to ask me to add a blanket for you."
After wiping her hands, Feicui turned around and picked up another clean silk handkerchief, put it into the water, wrung it dry, then turned back to wipe Feng Huanhuan's peaceful sleeping face.
"Miss, can you wait for me?"
Feicui was smiling in all of this. She had no other expression on her face, everything was normal. She seemed to know everything. From the beginning to the end, she was always the fat girl who was there wherever the young lady was. No matter what Xiaofeng Huanhuan did, Feicui would not say no. Even if... even if Feng Huanhuan was no longer in the human world.
Feicui sat on the edge of the couch without saying a word. She seemed to be waiting for something, very persistently.
But she definitely wouldn't be waiting for Han Fengci.
Until a breeze appeared in the air and Han Fengci appeared in the air, Feicui was not surprised. Now, she seemed to have lost any emotional fluctuations.
She just stood on the ground, staring at Han Fengci who appeared from the sky, watching him run straight to the couch behind him, watching him emit a faint blue light, which formed blue stars and all floated into Feng Huanhuan's body.
At this moment, Feicui finally reacted, and her eyes lit up. Perhaps at this moment she finally understood why Feng Huanhuan only wanted Han Fengci. But to Feicui, those blue dots seemed to be hope.
At this time, another person appeared in the small guest room. He came to stop Han Fengci.
“Feng Ci, you can’t interfere with the fate of mortals.” Immortal Lord Shi Xi frowned and held Han Fengci’s wrist.
"Shi Xi, she is not an ordinary person." Han Fengci's voice was like ice, so low that it seemed as if he had fallen into a crumbling ice cave.
But Shi Xi couldn't care less. If he left it alone, not only would Feng Huanhuan not be saved, but something bad would also happen to Han Fengci.
So, he tried to say a few more words: "She is indeed not a mortal, but now she is a mortal. As long as she is a mortal, she cannot be interfered with. She committed suicide and cannot be saved. At most, she can have a few breaths of life. Han Fengci, you just swallowed the poisonous miasma, and you can't withstand the backlash of fate!"
Feicui understood what he said. She quickly crawled to Han Fengci's feet and grabbed the corner of his robe tightly. "Master Han, you can save the young lady, right?"
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