The woman finally nodded: "Okay, but you have to keep your word and help me find a benefactor."
Master Feng nodded: "Of course."
The maids let go of Mrs. Feng, who immediately rushed towards the woman and held her tightly in her arms.
"Yu'er, my Yu'er!" Mrs. Feng hugged Ruoxin and cried heartbrokenly.
This time, the woman didn't struggle anymore, but she was a little helpless.
…
Four days later.
In early summer, the sky is as green and as clear as a mirror.
Five fast horses galloped through the mountains and forests.
From time to time, you can hear Natu's happy laughter.
"Sister Yaoguang, let's hurry up and leave them all behind."
Na slaughtered a red date horse and rode in the lead.
Ming Qi rode his horse to follow him, followed by the brown horse of the twelfth prince Gu Ziyan.
Gu Nuoer was in fourth place and was not very fast.
She can ride a horse, just like a normal one. In order to protect her, Ye Siming always rides last.
Gu Nuoer raised her voice and shouted: "Sister Natu, let's find a place to rest!"
She had never galloped a horse with such intensity, and now she felt like her buttocks were about to break into eight pieces!
Natu found a small stream with beautiful mountains and clear waters.
Several people dismounted one after another, and only Gu Nuoer was carried off by Ye Siming.
Gu Nuoer hissed and gasped softly.
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but smile and asked, "Does it hurt? I asked you to ride with me, but you don't want to."
Gu Nuoer pursed her lips, her watery eyes filled with grievances.
"It doesn't hurt at all, it just feels numb."
Ye Siming chuckled upon hearing this.
Natu let the horse go to graze. In a blink of an eye, she saw green fruits on the tree not far away.
"You guys wait for me here, I'll pick fruits for you to eat!" After that, she left neatly.
The Twelve Prince has always been dull and taciturn.
He took everyone's horses and led them to the stream to drink water.
Ming Qi walked up to Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer calmly.
He squinted and looked away, his tone gritted.
"You two really want me to be discovered by others, don't you?"
Gu Nuoer blinked her long eyelashes with an innocent expression.
She said: "It was Sister Natu who invited us to ride horses together today."
Ming Qi looked back at the Twelve Princes in the distance.
He whispered: "Then why did you call Gu Ziyan here? He might recognize me!"
Ye Siming sneered: "It's not like he has a shameful identity. Even if he recognizes him, so what? He is your brother."
Ming Qi's eyes darkened: "It's better to let him think I'm dead. I don't want to involve other people in these things."
There was a hint of emotion on Gu Nuoer's pretty face.
"But have you ever thought that if you really fake your death and leave without saying goodbye, this may be the last time you and Brother Twelve see each other."
"He regarded you as his only companion in childhood. I called Brother Twelve here because I wanted to reunite him with you to some extent."
"Do you know that he has been looking for news about you for so many years?"
The girl's tone was clear and crisp, like the tinkling sound of a snow spring.
"Brother Thirteen, during those years when everyone thought you were dead, there was Brother Twelve who was always thinking about you."
"For both emotions and reasons, he should be here, right?"
Ming Qi's eyes were dark. He looked at Gu Nuo'er and was speechless for a long time.
After a moment, he turned around and said, "Don't do this next time."
Gu Nuoer watched Ming Qi walk up to the Twelfth Prince. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, but both of them worked hard to find a topic.
After a while, they started chatting without a word.
Gu Nuoer then chuckled and said to Yesiming: "Brother who talks a lot and means a lot."