frivolous

Indeed something has changed.

Madam Hua didn't know what medicine she had taken wrongly, so she sent someone to give Fengyi several gorgeous clothes and boxes of beautiful jewelry, and even asked her to move out of the simple house next to the woodshed.

"Ah, aunt, what are you still doing here?" Madam Hua waved her hand, and someone took the ax from her hand, surrounded her all the way, and welcomed her into an exquisite room.

A touch of sandalwood fills the surroundings, making it quiet and beautiful. Spots of sunlight shine on the pink-yellow curtains from the hollowed-out finely carved windows, and tassels sway gently in the wind at the bottom.Below is a bed, and the complicated and gorgeous Yunluo silk brocade quilt is spread on the bed like water, thin but soft.There is a large pear-blossom marble case by the window, on which there are piles of exquisite jewelry and clothes, and a pipa is placed on the chair.At first glance, I thought it was some Xiaojiabiyu's boudoir.

"Mother Hua, I haven't finished chopping the firewood yet." Feng Li was confused, and pretended to go downstairs.

"Little ancestor, don't don't—" Mama Hua held Fengyi's hand affectionately, and pushed her on the chair enthusiastically, "Look at these rewards, they are all given to you by the General, you Look at this fine cloud brocade gauze! And this night pearl, tsk tsk tsk, it’s bigger than a pigeon’s egg! It’s a blessing from the previous life to be favored by the general!”

Feng Li's face turned pale, and he tightly grabbed his coarse clothes with both hands, forced a smile and said, "Mom, are you joking with me? Your Excellency General loves Miss Fufeng very much, how can I have such a good fortune?"

The smile on Madam Hua's face froze for a moment, but continued to burst into a smile: "Feng Yan, you can't say that—"

"Thanks for your self-knowledge!" A familiar shout suddenly came from the door.

When Feng Li raised his head, what caught his eyes was Fu Feng's icy face.

"Don't look at how many catties I have, and think about swan meat? Mom, why are you talking nonsense with her? Have you finished chopping firewood in the backyard?" Fu Feng's face was distorted in anger, and he scolded him straight away.

Nanny Hua accompanied her with a smile and said, "This mother can't be the master, it's all the General's intention. These rewards were sent by the Lord to give to Feng Yi. I heard that the Minister of the Ministry of War will return to Beijing in the past few days, and General Chu invited Master Shang Shu came to our small place to have a drink, and indicated that he wanted to accompany me tonight."

Before Feng Li could answer, she felt a gust of fragrant wind coming, subconsciously dodged back, and Fu Feng's slap landed on her neck.Soon, a shocking red mark appeared on his neck.

Feng Yan clutched her neck, and looked at Fu Feng who was angry and wide-eyed. After a long time, she sighed: "Mom, I'll go."

"Military Minister Ji Fubing...no...you are not allowed to go." With tears in his eyes, Fufeng said firmly, "I don't allow you to go." This sentence was repeated several times, with a hint of pleading.

Seeing her frail appearance that I feel pity for, somehow a sense of vengeance arose in Feng Yan's heart: "Everyone who treats others with sex will fall in love with him when his color fades, and he will be merciful when he loves him. Fufeng, you go!" Find a mirror and see how you look now!"

There are three major tragedies in life: the beauty is late, the hero is at the end, and the talent of the world is exhausted.

The beauty is gone, the lamp is dying, and countless people feel that time is fleeting, but adulthood is hard to get rid of.

After washing and grooming, Feng Yang sent a servant to inform Madam Hua that she opened the small window to let in some air.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, wearing a green shirt.

The already handsome man changed his usual slovenly attire, holding a long sword like a legendary fairy, and stopped in mid-air.

Eyebrows are clear, and the black curtain ribbons covered by the eyes are fluttering in the wind, and the temperament is dusty.

The breeze was blowing, and the skirts of his clothes were flying. He stretched out his hand and said softly, "Feng Hao, let me take you away."

"So I'm really a god." Feng Yi leaned against the window, propped his chin, and said softly, "In your eyes, I'm just living like your mortal beings, looking forward to, hoping for salvation from you gods, right? ?”

The blind Taoist priest didn't know what to say, he just looked at him straightly, although he had lost his eyes, it took him a long time to say: "Feng Li, my name is Wen Wu, warm Wen, nothingness Wu."

Originally, he was a wandering person in the world, at the mercy of others, trying to survive.What the blind Taoist priest didn't expect was that the appearance of the gods in Fengyi's life only made her worse - that's all.

"Wen-no? I know, I saw it on your cuff." Feng Yan stretched out his hand to hold his face tenderly, with a smile in his eyes, exhaling like blue: "Look at your face, you are sad Is it? Should I hold your outstretched hand like everyone else, so as not to insult your noble status as a god?"

Wen Wu stared at her for a while, and said word by word: "Sprouts are sprouting in the snow."

"What did you say?"

"Every disaster, the snow is blooming soon."

Tears welled up in Feng Yan's eyes, he covered his face, and laughed sadly: "Liar! That kind of guy has died a long time ago! They are all liars! My mother's last words said that when the snow blooms, my father will come back Pick me up, but it's been so many years, what about others! That poor woman just used a pathetic lie to keep me alive!"

"Feng, I know, I know..." Wen Wu hurriedly argued, at a loss: "I know you have suffered a lot, even though it was not what I wanted, but it was caused by me, I will take you away, you said I promise you anything, no matter what."

Feng Yan listened, the expression on his face was neither sad nor happy, it was terribly calm, as if nothing he said had anything to do with him.

She blinked and asked slowly, "Whatever?"

"Ah."

"Then you go." Feng Li stared at him carefully, trying to engrave his appearance in his mind, his eyes were extraordinarily gentle: "I believe in you. I don't know what your past entanglements have to do with me, but I believe that you are a god, and I also believe in your promise. But my mother passed away and my father disappeared, leaving me alone in Baihualou. Do you know what it means to be alone? No one asks if you are hungry, and if you are sick? No one cares if you die, and you see countless people coming and leaving every day, and you are bullied by men and stared at by women."

As she said that, she smiled lightly, and Wen Wu's heart sank when she smiled: "When I gave you the flower seeds, I had already given up any hope. Wen Wu, hope is too heavy. "

It was obviously just a very calm narration, but Wen Wu felt that there was a breath of turbidity in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

She will never forget the pair of eyes full of greed and madness that she saw in the outer alley when she escaped from Baihualou. The lingering smell of alcohol mixed with the sweat of the man made people sick.

"Great Immortal," Feng Yi sighed, "You are late, five full years late."

Since redemption is late, it has to be missed.

When Feng Yang was woken up by the evening wind and couldn't help shivering, there was no one by the window, and I don't know how long Wen Wu had been away.

It's not the same way, it's okay to leave.

It’s just that I suddenly miss the small half of the kind-hearted sweet-scented osmanthus cake, which is soft and sweet.

I'm afraid I don't know how long it will be sealed in the deep memory.

"Bang bang bang—" The black shadow outside the door skipped, and then there was a violent slamming sound on the door.

"Who?"

As soon as Feng Yan finished speaking, she saw a disheveled man dragging a dazzling red dress, bumping and stumbling, rushing towards her, scaring her back two steps away.

——It turned out to be Fufeng.

Fufeng, who is always weak and soft, looks like crazy, and if she doesn't make a sound, she will definitely not be able to recognize her.

Hua Kui pressed her shoulders tightly with frightening strength, murmuring: "Don't be afraid of disasters! Don't be afraid of disasters! Whenever disasters come, don't be afraid—"

It seemed that Fufeng's usual incense was mixed with some strange aura, Feng Yan frowned, with an ominous premonition in his heart, and said in a cold voice: "Fufeng, what's wrong with you?"

Fufeng seemed to be stimulated by something, but he just murmured: "Don't be afraid of Fengyi, I have already killed that heartless man...don't be afraid to stand behind me...I will protect you..."

One and two said they wanted to protect her, but it was too late.

Feng Li couldn't help but stretched out his hand to tidy up the hair that had been scattered by the wind, only to find that the face that was originally shamed by the moon was splattered with spots - it was actually blood.

At dawn, Jingzhao Yin's Mansion had already heard the news and sent many people.

And Feng Lian was still standing by the door in a daze, with a pair of beautiful but lifeless big eyes open.

Madam Hua's old face was filled with worry: "This year is really unlucky, what should I do if someone dies?"

At the end of April at the beginning of summer, Ji Fubing, Minister of the Ministry of War, died in Baihualou.

For a while, the streets and alleys of Yecheng were full of heated discussions, which actually led to many anecdotes from the past.

It is just one of the most common stories that have been sung in the storybooks.

More than ten years ago, when the upright Minister of the Ministry of War was suffering from hunger and cold on the way to obtain fame, he met a woman from a brothel, and they got along day and night.Unexpectedly, when he was named on the gold list, the man still forgot the old vows, abandoned the old friendship, and married someone else—even if the brothel woman was three months pregnant.

When he was escorted downstairs, Fufeng had already regained his sobriety. Although the most gorgeous oiran had lost her former glory, she was still so beautiful.She didn't say a word the whole time, and it was regarded as a confession. It was only when passing by, that a crack appeared on her calm face.

"Fengyi—" Fufeng bit her lower lip, her clear to shallow eyes sparkled, "I—" her lips moved for a long time, but she still couldn't form a complete sentence.

Feng Yang didn't speak, just waited quietly.

"Lord Jing Zhaoyin, I have pity on the parents of the world. If their mother and daughter have something to say, please be a little more accommodating." The person who said this was Chu Ci, who was wearing plain clothes and drinking with his eyes squinted.

"No need!" Fengyi gave him a cold gouged look, and said mercilessly, "Fengyi has been alone since he was a child, without father or mother. He didn't have it before, and he won't have one in the future."

She hated, hated that this woman gave birth to herself, hated that this woman left herself alone and ignored her, even pretended to be a stranger and scolded her at every turn; but she couldn't bear much hatred for her dead father. I understand that love is an emotion, and hate is a stronger emotion than love. Perhaps people have no sporadic feelings for a stranger who has never met before.

Fufeng's pretty face was already crying with rain. She lifted the teapot and trembled several times before it fell on the ground. After several efforts, she finally filled a cup of tea, and said in a low voice, "Feng Hao, mother— —I don’t beg your forgiveness, drink this last cup of tea, and we’ll settle the matter.”

Feng Yan picked up the teacup without hesitation and drank it down in one gulp. There was a "ding" because the teacup hit the wooden table with too much force and made a crisp sound.

Chu Ci leaned over, squinted a pair of beautiful peach eyes, and looked at her with interest. For a moment, he fiddled with a strand of hair scattered on Fengyi's shoulders, and whispered like a lover, full of affection: " Don't look at me like that, Minister of the Ministry of War deserves to die."

"What General Chu is talking about, Feng Yang doesn't understand." Feng Yang gritted his teeth.

"You arrested the wrong person—Master Ji was killed by me." A soft voice suddenly interrupted their confrontation.

Feng Hao turned his head, clutching his clothes nervously with both hands, ringing emerald rings on his temples, his heart skipped a beat. "Wen Wu—" He——didn't he leave?

"I won't leave you behind." Wen Wu said firmly, word by word.He raised the saber high above his head, then slowly let go of his hand, letting the sword fall to the ground, allowing others to tie him up, but there was always a faint smile on his face covered with a cloth belt.

No, if Wen Wu wanted to leave, no one could keep him. Feng Yan wanted to go forward, but was held in Chu Ci's arms, unable to move.

Chu Ci didn't expect to kill someone halfway, but he quickly calmed down: "Well, let's take it away together."

"No——I can't—" Feng Hao leaned against the head, unable to exert all his strength, and unconsciously leaned on the tall man in front of him, and murmured, "Wen Wu..."

In the blink of an eye, before everyone could see clearly, they saw the Tsing Yi Taoist who had been escorted break free from the rope, and flew to appear beside Feng Hao.

"Feng Hao, I'm here." Taoist Qingshan carefully hugged her in his arms, holding her hand tightly with one hand, and saw that blood began to gush out of her mouth and nose unstoppably, he couldn't help being shocked, his usual gentle voice He also changed his tune, "Feng, what's wrong with you!? Are you poisoned?!"

"Feng Hao, the world is not forgiving, and mother will definitely make it up to you when you get down there." Fufeng suddenly broke free from the shackles, and slammed headfirst into the nearby pillar.

"Wen—" Wen Wu, I'm not reconciled.Feng Yang wanted to open his mouth, but when he opened his mouth, more blood gushed out. "Take—take me away—go—"

Wen Wu carried the long sword on his back, carefully placed her on the ground with one hand, and said softly: "Okay, let's go. I'll take you to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake, to see snowflakes all over the mountains and plains, to make wine with pine flowers, and to make tea with spring water. You wait for me for a while, it will be fine in a while."

While talking, he unfastened the fastened curtain behind his head, revealing a pair of starry eyes.

Those pupils were blood red.