The Empress Dowager's birthday is approaching, and the Kingdom of Beishang has paid tribute to this object as a congratulatory gift. It will arrive in the capital in three days.
This news comes very timely.
Originally, after the Immortal Medicine Sect was over, they had to return to the Xuanmen immediately. Now that there was news about Bai Mu Lingxi, Feng Yinwan made a quick decision.
"Jian Ye, you go back immediately to mobilize the manpower, and then rush to the capital as quickly as possible."
There were only three days, the soldiers were very fast, and the hundred trees were so important, so naturally they couldn't even delay for half a moment.
Jianye nodded, then looked at her hesitantly, "Miss, then..."
When she said this, she meant that she wanted to act alone.
But this was no small matter. Miss Wan'er went alone, so he was still a little worried.
Feng Yinwan waved her hand, "I will wait for you at the agreed place. Remember, you have to move quickly."
"yes."
Seeing Ye responded, he went back to collect his luggage, and immediately rushed back to Xuanmen overnight.
Feng Yinwan lowered her eyelashes and pondered for a moment in the room. Then she burned the secret letter and walked out.
Originally I wanted to tell the old man about leaving, but unexpectedly when I went out I saw the darkness in Feng Wuxi's room.
I called several times but got no response. I went over to look and realized that this guy had left at some point.
Feng Yinwan raised her eyebrows and stopped walking.
This guy really does whatever he wants.
Few people knew about Feng Jinchen's existence, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble. When Feng Yinwan told the old man that he wanted to leave, he just gave a random reason.
The old man was reluctant to leave.
"Sanqing, after you finish refining that elixir, will you come back after you leave seclusion?"
What kind of thing is it that the disciple I finally received became a member of the Xuanmen in the end? I feel angry just thinking about it!
Although she knew that the old man had always been unreliable, but now that he was looking at him with the eyes of an empty-nest old man, Feng Yinwan felt a little guilty for no reason.
After thinking about it, she still said seriously, "Master, don't worry, if I have time, my disciple will come back to see you often."
The Immortal Medicine and Medicine Sect is originally a family, and there will probably be no shortage of contacts between the Xuanmen and the General Association in the future.
After getting the answer he wanted to hear, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and murmured to himself again.
"That's good, hey, that's good."
"Sanqing, don't worry. The money my master promised to give you will be exchanged into silver notes and delivered to you."
Feng Yinwan: "..."
"Master, my disciple is just in seclusion, people are still here..."
"Hey, you don't understand, there is a difference between being there and not being there!"
"As soon as you are not in front of me, my teacher's heart will..."
Seeing that he raised his hand to cover his heart and was about to start again, Feng Yinwan's eyelids twitched secretly and he quickly found an excuse to escape.
…
Xuanmen.
Just as the sky was getting brighter, the tranquility in the sect was suddenly broken.
There were hurried footsteps outside, and it sounded like an urgent gathering.
Feng Jinchen was not sleeping deeply at first, but now that he heard the noise, he immediately rubbed his eyes and sat up.
Xiwen's figure was no longer in the room, but the light of fire loomed outside the door, and someone seemed to be whispering.
Feng Jinchen's little face tensed up a bit seriously, and he immediately took out the red pill from his pocket.
My mother said, use this when you encounter bad people!
He stepped forward lightly, but as soon as he got closer, Miye's voice came from outside the door.
"How has the young master been these past few days? Has the toxin in his body taken effect again?"
Qiwen shook his head, "He has been taking the elixir left by Miss Wan'er, but there is nothing wrong with it so far."
"That's good."
Seeing Ye Song's tone, he added, "Baimu Lingxi has found out the news. It will take several days for us to return to the capital this time. The manpower in the sect is weak, so you must take good care of the young master."
After being tortured for several days, Qi Wen got a headache when he heard about the child and couldn't bear to respond immediately after hearing the words.
"I know, I know, I don't have any happiness, but I have a lot of headaches!"
Dozens of people in the sect have gone out, but he, a man ranked among the top three in martial arts, still stays at home to take care of his children. Isn't this ridiculous!
Jianye frowned, "Why do you have a headache? The Holy Master has taken care of the young master for two years without having a headache. You have only been taking care of him for a few days and you already feel tired?"
"If you don't mind, you can stay!"
"That won't work. The young lady told me to follow you. It's your job to look after the young master."
Qiwen exploded.
"Go, go, go, get out of here!"
Across the door, the whispers were quickly replaced by the sound of fists and feet.
Behind the door panel, Feng Jinchen tilted her little head to digest Jianye's words, and a look of confusion flashed across her little face.
My mother is going to a place called "Capital" to find something. This thing seems to be related to his illness, but it seems a little dangerous...
Frowning and thinking for a while, he clenched the small hand holding the elixir tightly. The moment the movement in the courtyard stopped, he quickly climbed back onto the couch.
…
After what happened last night, when Feng Yin went out early the next morning, he was always tiptoeing around, as if he were a thief.
After finally pulling the horse out, when he raised his head, he saw a clear figure standing in front of him.
He was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses in a daze.
"Why are you here?"
His transfer is imminent. Shouldn't he be arranging relevant matters in the army now? Why did he come to Yunzhou?
Song Qing'an smiled warmly and reached out to take the reins from her hand.
"Brother Luo couldn't escape in the palace. He didn't trust you to go alone, so he asked me to accompany you."
Robbing Baimu Lingxi is not a trivial matter, and Luo Qingyi's worries are not unnecessary.
Feng Yinwan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she spoke with concern.
"But your identity is sensitive now..."
Since it was a tribute gift to the Queen Mother, the imperial court would definitely send someone to escort it. Song Qing'an, a general who was about to be transferred back to the capital, was really not suitable to show his face, and naturally it was not suitable to expose his skills.
Song Qing'an raised his eyes to look at her, and tightened his grip on the reins.
"Wan'er, I said I would accompany you, no matter what you want to do, at any time."
As long as you look back, I will definitely be there.
The eyes were obviously very reserved, but the light radiating from them was hot and firm, which made her heart tremble slightly.
Feng Yinwan pursed her lips, but before she could say the word "good", a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from behind her.
His forehead twitched secretly, and he turned his head, and as expected, he saw the figure of the old man and others.
Not good!
In the blink of an eye, she had already climbed onto her horse. Song Qing'an was still stunned when she hurriedly grabbed his wrist.
"What are you still doing? Come up here!"
The force that fell on her wrist could not be considered gentle, but with that wisp of condensation flashing before his eyes, Song Qingan felt that the woman's delicate hands were almost too soft.
As soon as he thought about it, he jumped onto the horse's back with the force.
He was lagging behind, and his figure was much taller than Feng Yinwan. From the perspective of the old man and others, it looked like he was holding Feng Yinwan in his arms.
With just one glance, the old man stumbled in shock and his eyes almost popped out.
"Sanqing!"
The moment the words fell, the slender figure on the horse seemed to tremble.
But the horse ignored his shouts, raised its front hooves, and sped off immediately.
After losing his beloved disciple, the old man's heart suddenly broke into pieces.
"This...I...this, this, this! This is simply unreasonable!"
Sanqing is gone!
Taken away by a man!
Still a strange man!
I don’t know if he is a scumbag!
When he thought of this, he rolled his eyes and suddenly had a heart attack.
Upon seeing this, Sanshi and Sanmu quickly came up to support him.
"Master, junior sister has already said goodbye, so please don't pursue me anymore."
"Yes, let's stop here. It would be rude to pursue any further..."
The old man was even more intimidated.
"You two, shut up!!!"
Terrified that he would catch up again, Feng Yinwan rode ten miles in one breath before he dared to slow down a little. After confirming that there was no trace of them behind him, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Not bad, just a little bit close!
While she was distracted, a wine jar suddenly fell from above her head. Just as it was about to hit her, it was shattered by someone's palm.
The tiles were scattered in all directions, and the horses suddenly jumped up in convulsions.
Feng Yinwan's heart tightened, and she was about to tighten the reins, but the back of her hand was covered with a warm force.
The force gently wrapped her palm, loosening and tightening, and quickly controlled the horse.
Just a few steps away, a clear and powerful heartbeat could be heard behind you, but even at this moment, he still restrained himself from keeping a distance.
A certain nerve in my brain seemed to be touched at this moment, and that strange yet familiar feeling filled the air again.
When he came to his senses, Song Qingan had stopped his horse by the roadside.
Upstairs in the restaurant, the shopkeeper pulled the drunk man and kept apologizing.
"The customers in the store drank too much, so they didn't pay attention for a while and didn't disturb you two, right?"
Feng Yinwan shook his head, and was about to say that it was okay, but unexpectedly, the voice behind him that should have been warm and gentle actually gave off a bit of chill at this moment.
"It's not that I mean to cause trouble, it's just that the two of us who encountered this incident today happen to be the two of us, and we happen to have the skills to do it, so we can be safe and sound."
"If it had been anyone else, they might not have been able to escape easily."
The wine jar is not a light object. It fell from the second floor. If it happened to hit the head, someone might die.
The shopkeeper naturally understands this truth.
"Young master is right, this matter is indeed the villain's negligence."
"How about you think about it this way? If you two come to the store, all the food and drinks will be free of charge. I'll just treat it as a small business and compensate you two."
"There is no need for wine and food. I just hope the shopkeeper can be more vigilant and prevent such incidents from happening again."
"That's it for now and I'll take my leave."
After he said that, he drove his horse forward. As he listened, Feng Yinwan felt surprised.
"Song Qing'an."
"What's the matter?"
There was still a bit of chill in that voice that had not subsided.
Feng Yinwan's eyes opened slightly, and she spoke with a bit of surprise, "So you...can also be angry?"
Although this sounds very unreasonable, since she realized it, she has never seen Song Qingan get angry.
Not even to the level just now.
Strange, so strange.
The breath of the person behind him stopped at this moment, and he was silent for a long time, and finally turned into a helpless sigh.
He said: "Wan'er, I am not a saint."
He couldn't help himself when it came to things about her.