The drizzle is like silver threads, floating on the earth.
After leaving Jubaozhai, Feng Lingyan, burdened with worries, wandered aimlessly on the street alone, holding an oil-paper umbrella. Fang Xian followed behind him at a leisurely pace, silently protecting him.
Despite the drizzle in the sky, the bustling streets of the city were still bustling with people, and everything was as lively as usual.
When passing by a dim sum shop, Feng Lingyan asked Fang Xian to go and buy some of the hot-selling dim sum.
However, just as Fang Xian left, suddenly, the sound of rapid horse hooves, accompanied by the neighing of horses, resounded like thunder through the sky, shattering the silence. Then, an out-of-control horse rushed into the crowd like a hurricane.
The people were terrified, fleeing in all directions like frightened birds and beasts, fearing they would be trampled mercilessly by the mad horse. In this chaotic scene, Feng Lingyan unfortunately became the mad horse's target. His eyes widened, his steps staggered, and he desperately tried to escape this sudden danger.
(Gongyang Jiezhen, the Third Princess of Lengyue Kingdom)
At the critical moment, a regal woman in gorgeous attire descended like a fairy. As light as a swallow and nimble as a cheetah, she swiftly rushed toward Crazy Horse. With a wave of her delicate hand, an invisible force emanated like a spring breeze, and Crazy Horse, as if under a spell, instantly became as docile as a sheep.
Feng Lingyan gazed at the magical scene before him, his heart filled with gratitude and admiration. He quickly stepped forward and bowed sincerely to the woman, expressing his gratitude.
When Feng Lingyan saw the woman's face clearly, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. She looked about sixteen or seventeen, about the same age as his daughter. Thinking of this, Feng Lingyan looked at the woman with a touch of tenderness in his eyes.
The woman smiled slightly and said nonchalantly, "You're welcome, sir. It's just a piece of cake, nothing to worry about." Her smile bloomed like a spring flower, and her voice sounded like a yellow oriole singing in a valley, clear and pleasant, making people feel as if they were bathed in the spring breeze, kind and beautiful.
However, when the woman saw Feng Lingyan's face clearly, she couldn't help but feel a slight shock in her heart. She had never imagined that such a handsome man could exist in this world, and his temperament was even more extraordinary. For a moment, she was completely mesmerized and couldn't take her eyes off him.
"Third Prince, it's time for us to leave." At this moment, a guard with a sword came up to the woman, saluted with his fists, and reminded her.
Gongyang Jiezhen, who was brought back to consciousness, nodded slightly to Feng Lingyan, and then went to the inn in the city with the guards.
The woman who saved Feng Lingyan was none other than the third daughter of the current emperor of Lengyue Kingdom, Gongyang Yingyi—Gongyang Jiezhen, who was also the younger sister of Gongyang Yuheng.
This time, Gongyang Jiezhen was sent as an envoy to the Kingdom of Laifeng, under the orders of Gongyang Yingyi. On the one hand, she came to seek the hand of Feng Lingqian, the second son of the General's Mansion, on behalf of Gongyang Yingyi, under the pretext of a "marriage alliance." On the other hand, she also took on the important task of liaising with spies and ministers in the Laifeng court, "conspiring for a great cause."
Feng Lingyan watched Gongyang Jiezhen leave, a thoughtful thought welling up in his mind. He noticed that the guards around Gongyang Jiezhen were extremely respectful to her, addressing her as "Third Princess." He thought that this girl looked like a foreigner, and that her status must be extraordinary...
He shook his head, dismissing these distracting thoughts. Just then, Fang Xian returned with a few boxes of snacks. Feng Lingyan continued strolling in the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella.
As he walked, Feng Lingyan came to a bridge. He stood there, folded his oil-paper umbrella, and gazed into the distance, letting the drizzle wet his clothes. At this moment, his mood gradually calmed down, and he thought about his future.
The river beneath the bridge flowed quietly, as if telling the story of the years. Feng Lingyan couldn't help but think of his past, and every little detail of it surfaced in his mind.
He decided to let go of the burden in his heart and cherish the life in front of him. The rain was still falling, but Feng Lingyan no longer felt confused. He held up his oil-paper umbrella, took firm steps, and got on the carriage back to the General's Mansion.
When Feng Lingyan returned to the General's Mansion, the sky had gradually darkened.
As evening approached, there was still a fine drizzle in the sky, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a hazy atmosphere.
On the other side, after Nalan Yunzhi left Jubaozhai, he went to the Prime Minister's Mansion and had a secret conversation with Prime Minister Situ Luoyun in the study for more than half an hour.
Immediately afterwards, Nalan Yunzhi hurried back to the palace, but she did not return to the Zichen Palace where she lived, but went straight to the Bixia Palace where Queen Feng lived.
However, due to a sudden relapse of Nalan Yunzhi's injuries, he vomited blood again. The imperial doctors in the palace were helpless and had to hurriedly invite the highly respected second elder Xuanming to come and treat him.
Entering Bixia Palace, Nalan Yunzhi was seen leaning weakly against the headboard, her face as pale as paper. Her eyes were weary, yet she stared firmly at Xuanming as he entered the bedroom. "Second Elder, please tell me how I am doing. There's no need to worry, just tell me directly."
After Xuanming finished taking Nalan Yunzhi's pulse, he blew his beard and glared, his whole face full of displeasure.
But he snorted coldly and said, "You're thinking about your own health now? What's the point of asking these questions now? Given your current condition, your internal injuries are already serious, so it's really not appropriate to get angry. But I see that you are so angry that you've even vomited blood. Did you get angry today? If you continue to be angry like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before the throne of Laifeng Kingdom changes hands!"
Xuanming became more and more excited as he spoke, and his tone became more and more fierce.
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