It is hard to imagine that the oiran, who was once famous and sought after by countless princes and grandsons, would rather hide in a small house at the foot of Qingling Mountain and change her son's diapers.
"Third brother is not here now. He went to the south. I heard that the siege of Tianjing was not going well. The army surrounded Tianjing for a month without a breakthrough. But I am more worried about their anger. Go down and raze Tianjing City to the ground."
The famous capital of Jiangzuo, a thousand-year-old city, cannot be destroyed overnight!
Seeing Bai Yuyue's slightly worried expression, Feng Mei shook her head gently: "What does the life and death of others have to do with you?"
Bai Yuyue was stunned for a moment and raised her head to look at her Gujing Wubo expression.
"In such troubled times, let alone other people's life and death, it's good enough to be able to control yourself."
"I heard from Third Brother that he found you among the dead?"
"Um."
She just responded lightly. Although that encounter was already the most indelible trace in Feng Mei's memory, at this moment, she had practiced to hide everything in her heart, and there was no trace of it on the outside.
Without the initial encounter, there would be no subsequent story. She and Bai Yuzheng were in an encounter.
But it's not Bai Yuyue and Cang Xiyao. Their acquaintance originated from his boring teasing, ups and downs countless times, and finally they passed each other.
"It's okay to stay here. Whenever I hear the evening drums and morning bells in the temple, I feel peaceful."
Bai Yuyue looked at the Qingling Temple in the clouds and mist with envy, and she seemed to be able to smell the sandalwood scent on the tip of her nose.
ps: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone! I'm taking a day off by the way. I made an appointment with my classmates to go shopping at the 798 Art Center today. I don't think I'll be back until tonight. I'm sorry. I'll make up for the few chapters I missed today tomorrow.