Chapter 5
Han Fengci had already noticed that the little girl sitting opposite him was absent-minded with her chin on her hand. He also secretly blamed himself. He was really scared just now and didn't control the strength when casting the spell. Now, he was afraid that she would find out. At this moment, the little girl's mind was full of ghost stories. He thought for a long time and decided to ask: "Miss Feng?"
The magnetic voice was indeed effective, instantly pulling Feng Huanhuan's thoughts back. She shuddered and looked at the young man opposite her, whose face was as cold as the water of Hades, with a straight nose and thin lips, like a face of a god descending from the earth. Realizing that she was stunned again, she quickly came back to her senses and smiled awkwardly: "Young Master Han has such a good appearance, and he is also the new top scholar, and he has won the emperor's wise eye. I'm afraid many matchmakers have stepped through the door of the Han Mansion, right?"
This was obviously a test. Although she was suspicious of the strange things that had just happened, she had not forgotten her purpose from the beginning to the end. Her expectant eyes were like a bee seeing a sunflower, without any concealment.
Han Fengci's ears turned red. How could he not know what she meant? So, he coughed a few times and said, "The Han Mansion never sees strangers."
Feng Huanhuan understood instantly that there was a matchmaker coming to his house, but he rejected her. Now she was very happy: Isn't she the first to get in?
Her eyes curved with smiles, her head swaying, her heart seemed to be smeared with honey, greasy and sweet. Feicui, who was serving dishes, wanted to take the young lady back home immediately. It was really, in broad daylight, in the open air... Mr. Han blushed when the young lady looked at him, and he didn't know where to put his eyes. So Feicui put the lotus crisps that the waiter had just presented on the carved food plate, and placed them between the two of them: "Miss, this is your favorite. The shopkeeper said it is fresh out of the oven, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside."
Feng Huanhuan took the lotus crisp and ate it mouthful by mouthful, just like a little squirrel. "It's delicious! It's really Taotie Pavilion."
"I want to eat the pearl rice balls wrapped in lotus leaves."
"And the Four Joy Meatballs."
“Radish and Poria cocos cake.”
“………”
After dinner, the task of serving the dishes fell to him without him noticing. He picked up the chopsticks, and Feng Huanhuan didn't hesitate to take charge, enjoying herself, completely forgetting all the formalities, and her face flushed from eating.
Before she knew it, it was already the hour of Xu. The remaining snow on the ground melted into water, and the moonlight cast a twinkling star on the ground. The cold wind blew through her hair, and she opened her mouth playfully and blew air.
"The rain water has melted, and we no longer need to cover ourselves with several layers of quilts when we sleep."
Han Fengci laughed softly: "Yes, it must be."
If you ask for anything, I will do it for you, just to make you smile.
At the gate of Feng Mansion, Feng Huanhuan waved her hands every three steps. If it weren't for Feicui holding her back, she would not be able to enter the gate of the mansion for several hours.
As the gate of the mansion gradually closed, the people who had just been reluctant to leave were like monkeys on a whirlwind, running as fast as the wind, with smoke coming out of their feet.
"Miss, please run slower." Feicui was really confused and kept chasing after her: "Miss, be careful of the slippery road."
The moonlight reflected the dark bricks, illuminating the night sky. This was convenient for Feng Huanhuan, who was jogging quickly. Her black hair swayed with her steps, and her folded cotton skirt floated back and forth. She walked through the cloud-patterned arched wall from the mansion courtyard, from the East Garden to the summer pavilion, and across the mortise and tenon bridge of the lotus pond to the Fuxin Hall in the south. At this time, she looked at the hollow diamond-patterned nanmu door and panted.
The golden lotus door curtain rustled in the wind, and Feng Huanhuan's eyes sparkled. That was her mother's favorite lotus.
Gently push open the door, the sweet aroma of agarwood wafts into your nose. On the altar, clusters of ever-burning lights dance like stars, and a sense of peace arises in your heart. Feng Huanhuan slowly walks forward a few steps, and with a plop, she kneels down on the pink lotus prayer mat, "Mother, Huan'er is here to see you."
On the warm yellow wall, there hangs a five-foot portrait framed with blue satin. The woman in the painting is gentle and peaceful, with peony-like hair. Each of the wavy hairpins is made by a man named Feng Nianxiang. Her long and thin eyebrows are like waves on the clear water, her almond eyes are as soft as moonlight, and her mouth corners are slightly raised, elegant and indifferent. Although she has seen it countless times since she was a child, Feng Huanhuan still can't get enough of it. That is her mother, Lang Qingci, the legitimate daughter of the general's mansion.
"Mom, I have a secret to share with you."
Her voice was as soft as cotton. Feicui lowered her head to cover her face, quietly closed the door, and walked out.
"I fell in love with a man. He looked cold, but for some reason, I fell in love with him at the first glance at him in the market. Tell me, is this love at first sight? For some reason, when I saw him for the first time, it seemed like I had known him for a very long time, so long that my soul kept shouting, asking me to marry him."
She lowered her head, played with the hem of her skirt, and murmured, "I know that women should be reserved. But when I saw him, I couldn't help but want to get closer." She slowly raised her head, and there was a trace of sadness in her round eyes, "I feel that if I don't hurry up and get closer, he will disappear, and there will be no future between us."
She covered her chest with her hands, her face full of pain, "Every time I think of this, my heart aches."
"Mom, isn't it strange? The more I think about it, the stranger it is. But my brother always said that if you have decided on something you like, then go after it. No matter what the result is, it will be considered as fulfilling your wish."
"Mother, I want to marry him and melt that big ice block." When she said this, her cheeks flushed, revealing the shyness of a little girl. "He also treats me very well. Today I deliberately acted unreasonably and disturbed him so much that he didn't even eat a few bites of dinner."
"But he was very patient and played with me, laughed with me, walked with me in the snow, and played with me in the moonlight."
Suddenly, her expression paused, and she thought of that strange thing. "Oh, mother, I encountered a strange thing today. Did you come to see me? I was about to fall down today, but was pulled up by an invisible force."
"Mom, is it you who appeared?" When she said this, her eyes were full of expectation. Then she squinted her eyes and clasped her hands together devoutly in front of her chest, muttering very seriously, "Mom, can you bless me to catch up with that big ice cube? Please bless him to love me so much that there is only me in his eyes, heart and blood. We will grow old together, and I will give you three big grandchildren, okay?"
After a moment, a breeze blew across the candlelight on the altar, and the slender flames swayed and danced rhythmically back and forth in the darkness, as if in response.
This scene was deeply engraved in Feng Huanhuan's mind. She still had a faint smile on her face before she fell asleep.
Feicui covered Feng Huanhuan with a blanket, lowered the curtain, and quietly left. The temperature dropped sharply on a winter night, but she didn't feel the slightest bit of coolness. She sat alone under the wintersweet tree under the eaves of the corridor, staring at the Kunpeng lantern that the young lady brought back.
The young lady must be thinking about the eldest lady today, because the eldest lady passed away after giving birth to the young lady. The young lady was raised by the eldest son and the master, and everyone in the mansion regarded the young lady as the apple of their eye. The young lady is usually quirky, lively and playful, but she is very delicate and soft in her heart. On the anniversary of the eldest lady's death, the young lady would cry secretly at night. The next day, there were traces of dryness on the cotton pillow. Others don't know, but she knows it clearly in her heart. The young lady must blame herself. If it weren't for her, the eldest lady wouldn't die, the master wouldn't lose his beloved, and the eldest son wouldn't lose his mother. So, she wants to be happy, she wants everyone to be happy, and be everyone's happy fruit.
But no one could understand the pain in the young lady's heart. Feicui lowered her head, raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes repeatedly with her sleeves, and her fat face turned red in a short while. Finally, when she saw the frozen clouds hanging low and the north wind blowing hard, she sighed and went back to the side room.
Snow flakes like cotton wool fluttered to the ground. On the roof of Huanxin Garden, the man in the moon-white phoenix-tail robe stood for a long time. There was a faint blue light on his cuffs. The beam of light went straight to the wing room where the Kunpeng lantern was hung, and a warm breath slowly melted the frost in the wing room. The little girl on the bed held the quilt with one leg, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her face seemed to be coated with the glow of moonlight, soft and peaceful.
The cold wind bit his bones, but he didn't move. His brows were furrowed, as if the mountains and rivers were broken. The sadness and despair in his eyes seemed to have experienced all the vicissitudes of life. The mottled and dancing moonlight cast on his shoulders, and the corners of his mouth trembled with powerless bitterness.
"Ling'er, if what you said today is true, how great would it be?"
The snow on the ground is like his broken heart, trampled by others. However, his love is hard to get rid of, and his heart can't bear to forget that concern. He threw away all his dignity and armor, just to watch the flowers with her. But all this is ultimately his own fantasy world, and as long as he opens his eyes, everything will sink into the mud.
How can you be open-minded when you have been obsessed for thousands of years?
In the next few days, whether it was intentional or just coincidence, the two often met in various occasions. Feng Huanhuan had just come out of the jewelry store when she met Han Fengci who had just returned from investigating a case outside the city. She recognized the cold man on horseback from a distance. Their eyes met, he tightened the reins and stopped, and she asked with a smile, "Have you eaten?" He replied, "No."
The two of them went to Taotie Pavilion naturally. Feng Huanhuan continued to order Han Fengci around, enjoying it.
In the evening, he took her home and she waved goodbye.
The next day, she went to the teahouse in a man's outfit to listen to opera, with the peacock feather fan that the Western Region boss sent her yesterday flashing in her hand. Although it was cold, the feather fan didn't match her outfit, but she couldn't let it go. Feicui tried to dissuade her for a long time, but she still held it in her hand, pretending to be nice. As soon as she sat down, she saw Han Fengci and the Black Wolf Guards taking the Hua Dan away from the back attic. The teahouse caused quite a stir. This Hua Dan was famous in the capital, beautiful and delicate. Putting on the costume and swinging the sleeves, her figure was like a snake swimming in the water. Many people who came from other places came here to listen to her music, including her.
At this moment, the people were puzzled and came forward to argue, "What crime can a Hua Dan commit?"
"You guys caught the wrong person!"
"Hey, I came all the way here, and just as I sat down, you arrested the person. What should I listen to?"
"That's right, you must have checked wrongly! Hua Li is not that kind of person."
The people were complaining, one louder than the other. Although she was angry, she did not go forward to disturb him and hinder his investigation. Hua Li was in tears, and her makeup was already ruined. Amid the people's complaints, she looked even more like a weak woman, and said in a trembling voice, "Sir, I am just a little girl, how can I make a big fuss? On weekdays, I just sing and perform, and I live an honest life without stealing or robbing. Did you catch the wrong person?"
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