"Didn't you bring a maid with you?"
"I don't like other people handling juicy foods like grapes."
After the shredded chicken porridge was served, Yingyue ate her breakfast alone, occasionally with the sound of bowls and spoons colliding against each other.
Feng Huaiji shifted his gaze away from her, lowered his eyes, took the painting album from the bookshelf next to him, and frowned slightly.
His eyes seemed to have thoughts of their own and he looked at her involuntarily.
"Stupid Zhuzi, how do you protect the target of the mission?"
"On the 20th of the twelfth lunar month, the women of the Anding Marquisate went to Guang'en Temple to burn incense, but Yu Wu fell ill and did not accompany them."
"Guang'en Temple is in a remote area. On the way back, I encountered three prisoners who had escaped from Tunzhou. They were being pursued and had sneaked into Guang'en Temple."
"When their identities were revealed, they wanted to kidnap the old lady who was closest to them."
"The old lady casually pushed the target next to her out, and Feng Hanyin happened to bump into him in a panic, and the target happened to hit the opponent's dagger and died on the spot."
When Yu Wu learned about this, he angrily struck the drum to report to the emperor and knelt down to beg for an audience with the emperor.
Afterwards, the emperor was furious and sentenced the old lady and Feng Hanyin to death. The Anding Marquisate was stripped of its title, and everyone except the third branch was exiled thousands of miles away. None of their generations were allowed to take the imperial examinations within ten generations.
Feng Jue finally divorced Yu Wu.
"In fact, the archers have already prepared and hidden in the dark. Even if the old lady is kidnapped, she can be rescued."
"But she chose to push the mission target out of danger. Accidentally, coincidentally, intentionally or unintentionally, the mission target died."
After Wanjiezhu finished speaking, Feng Huaiji paused stroking the drawing paper. He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and raised his eyes to look at the girl opposite him.
"What's wrong? Second brother."
"Nothing." Feng Huaiji lowered his eyes.
After Yingyue finished her breakfast, Feng Huaiji took her to the East Suburb Horse Farm.
When they arrived, he took her to choose a horse, "Choose a docile one that suits your taste."
Yingyue heard this and turned around in front of the stable. Finally, her eyes stopped at a tall black horse with smooth fur at the side. She turned her head with expectation in her eyes, "Can I touch it?"
Feng Huaiji took two steps forward and stood beside her. After he reached out and touched her, he found nothing wrong and said, "Touch it."
Yingyue stretched out her hand to touch it, but the black horse suddenly shook its head, its eyes became fierce, and its hooves were raised.
Feng Huaiji quickly grabbed her shoulders and led her away. He lowered his eyes and saw her pale face, and softened his voice: "Are you scared?"
"Yeah, some."
Feng Huaiji patted her head soothingly, his eyes turned away, and his tone became cold, "Why put such a fierce horse here?"
Hearing the horse's neighing, the steward in charge of the stables came over with a horrified look on his face, "Master Feng, calm down. This is the horse of the fifth son of the Marquis of Wu'an. The stable next to it for the fierce horses is full, so put it here for the time being."
"This horse repels women, so it becomes violent if a woman touches it."
"Then why didn't you tell us when we came in?"
The steward wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "It was a minor oversight."
"Any other Marcos have questions?"
“No, no more.”
"Qingming, go find the person in charge to handle it."
The steward felt weak.
"Yes, sir." Qing Ming looked at the manager, "Let's go."
The deputy steward followed Feng Huaiji and the other man carefully, introducing the other horses to them.
Feng Huaiji saw that Yingyue's face had regained its rosy color and asked, "Are you still afraid? Do you still want to continue to choose?"
"I'm not afraid anymore, I think."
Yingyue finally chose a white horse, and Feng Huaiji led the horse and went out with her.
When they reached a deserted corner, Feng Huaiji demonstrated to her how to mount a horse, and then he dismounted swiftly.
"Come on, I'll help you."
"Oh." Yingyue imitated him, put her foot on the stirrup, lifted her foot and flipped over, grabbed the saddle for leverage, and the next moment she was on the horse's back.
Feng Huaiji raised the corner of his lips, "You are quite courageous, not bad."
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