Chapter 664: Bai Kui vs. Feng Lin (3)
Beixiang, night.
The study of the Mobei Palace.
The man behind the desk was wearing a purple robe and a golden crown, and he looked very dignified. Although he was young, his aura was already deep and imposing. His cunningness was evident in every gesture and glance he made.
Wenren Jing, the King of Mobei, became famous at a young age. He was proficient in both civil and military affairs and was extremely talented.
The most powerful person in the Beixiang royal family.
The black-clad spy at the desk bowed respectfully. "Master, Princess Fenglin escaped from the capital and boarded a merchant ship at the outer city dock. She sailed for four days and disembarked at the Hengxian dock in Liucheng. For over a month now, she has been traveling alone, without any guards or attendants."
"Route." Wen Ren Jing opened his mouth.
The firelight flickered in front of the desk, and the light on his handsome face flickered, making it difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry.
The spy replied, "The princess seems to have no planned destination on this trip, and she seems to be wandering around on impulse. The first tip I received is that the princess is currently admiring the red maple leaves in the east of the mausoleum."
"Lingdong?" Wen Renjing frowned, his dark eyes raised. "Behind Lingdong is the Black Mountain, the mountain range that borders Xiling and Yunqin. This area is full of bandits, and they are ruthless and will attack with both black and white. Immediately order someone to secretly protect the princess. If you encounter bandits, kill them!"
"yes!"
The spy retreated, and Wenren Jing sat there with a frown on his face.
He lowered his eyes to look at his right hand, in which was a soft, cloud-like silk handkerchief that he had acquired when he was young.
When his eyes fell on the silk handkerchief, his expression softened unconsciously.
When I see a silk handkerchief, my childhood memories come to mind.
The royal family is treacherous and the power struggle is fierce. Royal children are at the center of the vortex from birth. If they want to have the last laugh in the dispute, they not only need talent, but also need to work a hundred times or a thousand times harder to become the better one and stand out.
Therefore, his father was extremely strict with him. He required him to learn etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics, and to excel in every subject.
He didn't dare to slack off for a moment, and in order to be stronger than his peers, he was extremely cruel to himself.
When he was twelve years old, Beixiang Palace hosted a banquet, inviting royal families from various countries to attend. At the banquet, in order to please the emperor, his father proposed that the royal children have a sword test in the imperial garden to show the style of the royal children from Beixiang.
He fought twelve matches and won first place. The hilt of the sword tore the base of his right hand, causing blood to gush out, and his entire arm was numb.
When he raised his eyes, his father was laughing heartily amid the compliments of the royal family, without even looking at him.
He hid his right hand in his sleeve and left, hiding alone on the top of a rockery outside the banquet hall to watch the moon, letting the blood flowing from his knuckles stain the rockery stones.
"Big brother, your hand hurts, doesn't it?" As the lights began to rise, a delicate little girl, about five or six years old, appeared before his eyes. She stood in a small ball at the foot of the rockery, raised her hand high, and offered him a handkerchief. "Here, here's a clean handkerchief for you to wipe your hands with."
"Who are you?" His eyes moved, and he lowered his head and looked at the little girl coldly, without taking her handkerchief.
"My name is Fenglin, and I'm the Third Princess of Xiling!" the little girl answered with great pride. Perhaps her hands were tired from being raised for so long, so she lowered them and swung them. "You were really good at fighting just now, and it was so beautiful. I've started learning martial arts too, and I want to be as good as you in the future!"
"If you want to be great, it will be very hard." He said casually.
Maybe it was too lonely to look at the moon alone, and the banquet over there was too lively, so he actually chatted with a little kid quite patiently.
The little girl giggled brightly and cheerfully, "My father said that only those who endure the most hardships can become the best. We have been the best since we were born. If we want to go higher, we have to work harder. Of course it will be tiring and hard, but I'm not afraid!"
An anxious voice called out from the other side, "Third Princess, Third Princess? Where have you been? Don't leave me alone!"
"Oh, Aunt Jin is here to see me." The little girl shrugged and sighed, acting like a little adult. She placed her handkerchief on a clean rock beside her and placed a piece of cake in her other hand on the handkerchief. "Big brother, if you get hurt, you have to clean your hands and apply medicine. Scars will be ugly. I'm leaving now!"
After saying that, she lifted up her ankle-length pink skirt and flew away like a little butterfly, "Madam Jin, I'm here, I'm not lost, don't shout!"
Little girls like pink, pink silk handkerchiefs, pink peach blossom cakes, pink palace dresses...
Later, when he started paying attention to her, he found out that the third princess of Xiling, Feng Lin, liked to eat almond pastry, and that the peach blossom pastry was left behind because she didn't like it.
Whenever he thought of this, he couldn't help but smile.
She likes almond crisps.
She entered the Imperial College.
She took first place in the horseback archery test.
Her favorite item at her coming-of-age ceremony was the pair of golden and jade butterflies.
She had a quarrel with the Second Princess and drew a giant turtle on her pillow...
I don't know where the love came from, but I developed feelings for you as you paid attention to me day by day.
He wants to marry her.
"Your Highness! There's news from the palace that the Emperor has passed away!" The frightening voice outside the door interrupted Wen Renjing's thoughts.
Putting the silk handkerchief into his arms, Wen Renjing stood up and walked out of the study, his face solemn, "Prepare the carriage immediately and enter the palace!"
The emperor's death is a serious matter. After he has dealt with the affairs here, he will go find Feng Lin and accompany her on a journey through the mountains and rivers.
…
Bai Kui didn't expect that he would meet the little girl named A Lin again, and under such circumstances.
The young girl who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked high-spirited when she got off the boat at the Hengxian Pier in Liucheng was now in a very embarrassed state.
He was wearing a gray cloth, with disheveled hair, and was tied up with ropes and sold by weight on the black market.
The girl's mouth was blocked with a rag, and there were bruises and bloody wounds on her exposed wrists, which were scars left after the fight.
At the junction of Lingdong and Yunqin, there is a black market known only to insiders. It is extremely large and its location is very hidden. Without the introduction of acquaintances, ordinary people simply cannot find the place.
They hadn't seen each other for over a month. When they met again, he was a wealthy businessman who came to the black market to buy treasures, and she was a human sacrifice. They looked at each other on and off the stage.
The human sacrifice vendors nearby were strolling around the platform, beating gongs. "Clang, clang, clang! Come take a look if you're passing by! Want to buy a slave, a housekeeper, or a beautiful maid to warm your couch? Come and choose from me, Old Fish Head! We have a wide selection! Excellent quality and low prices!"
"Mmmm! Mmmm!" Seeing him appear in the crowd below the stage, the woman's eyes suddenly turned red and she began to struggle desperately again. Her wrists, which were tightly bound by ropes, soon suffered new injuries and were rubbed red.
Bai Kui coldly withdrew his gaze, as if he didn't recognize her. He raised his hand and casually pointed at two people on the stage, "I want to pick two servants who can fight and carry. Those two look good. Old Fishhead, is this batch of yours okay?"
Business came to him. Old Fishhead walked up to Bai Kui with a smile on his face. Although he was tall, he was still half a head shorter than Bai Kui. "Boss Bai, you have been patronizing this black market for several years. You must be familiar with my reputation! Any goods I sell are absolutely flawless. I promise to obey you! Since this is your first time patronizing me, I won't ask you for the price for those two people. Thirty taels each. You can take it when you pay!"
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