The wind comes from the south, and flies into my bosom.
The flower bud in my bosom blooms for a gentleman.
The zither and the zither are hard to keep company, and the years press on.
Those who give me the papaya will be rewarded with the jasper.
— — —
Hearing this new witticism, the girl's worried eyes flashed with a hint of a smile.
Fan Xian smiled at her and said softly, "Do you still want to hide inside?"
The girl shyly shook her head.
At that moment, a voice came from outside. "Miss, where did you run off to?" The girl's face darkened. She knew she had to leave.
Fan Xian also knew that they must be looking for her. Looking at her expression, he felt a sense of loss, as if afraid that after today's separation, he would never be able to find the girl again. He hurriedly asked, "Will you come back tomorrow?"
She shook her head, her expression a little gloomy.
"Are you a family member of the nobleman in the main hall?" Fan Xian probed.
The girl thought for a moment and smiled. She didn't answer him. Instead, she crawled out of the incense table and ran out like a gust of wind. Before she left the temple, she looked back at Fan Xian and the chicken leg in her hand. She cutely stuck out her tongue, thinking that if her uncle saw this, he would certainly scold her again.
She rolled her eyes and ran back, handing the chicken leg to Fan Xian. She smiled and waved her hand, then ran out of the temple.
She never came back.
...
...
Fan Xian blankly knelt on the prayer mat, confirming that the girl he saw earlier was not a fairy sent by Heaven. He looked down at the chicken leg in his hand and laughed foolishly. He decided in his heart that even if he had to dig three feet into the ground, he would find this girl in the capital. If she wasn't betrothed … no, even if she was betrothed to some bastard from another family, he would still snatch her away!
When he walked out of the temple with the greasy chicken leg in his hand, he saw a group of carriages heading east. He knew that the girl in white must be in that group.
The setting sun shone on the green trees on both sides of the road, making the leaves look like they were on fire.
Fan Xian unconsciously raised the chicken leg and took a bite. He suddenly remembered that the chicken leg had also passed by the girl's fragrant lips, and his heart also burned.
"Chicken drumstick, oh chicken drumstick. You're the luckiest drumstick in the world to be able to let that lady have a bite of it."
He was all smiles as he walked toward the center of the capital. He could not find the way back to Fan Manor, but he was in no hurry. In his heart, he was very grateful to the child who had eaten the candied hawthorn. Not far behind him, there was a blind man who he should be thanking. He was holding a bamboo stick as he disappeared into the twilight.
— —
Gong Dian's mood was not as good as Fan Xian's. Today, he had accompanied his master out to relax, but he had not expected so many things to happen on the way. First, that unknown youth had managed to sneak past his subordinates and guards and run into the Temple of Qing. Then, that little girl had slipped into the side hall under the watchful eyes of everyone. He really did not know what those old nannies were doing.
But he had no place to vent his anger, because the Master's face was gloomy, as if he was very angry. It seemed that the encrypted letter had something written that made him very unhappy.
"Gong Dian." The nobleman in the carriage called coldly. He had never liked to ride in a sedan chair. This was a habit he had developed twenty years ago. "If Chen Pingping still does not want to come back, send a team to capture him."
"Yes." Gong Dian accepted the order, but in his heart, he was secretly complaining. Who could do this job well?
Seeing that the carriage had quieted down, Gong Dian let out a secret sigh of relief and relaxed a little. He turned around and saw the dejected guards behind him, which made him furious. Earlier, these guards had been hiding outside the Temple of Qing. Who knew that they would all be knocked out, and they could not even see who had done it!
And because of this, that youth had been able to so easily enter the heavily guarded Temple of Qing.
Gong Dian's brows furrowed as he wondered who had the ability to knock out eight fifth-ranked guards at the same time without making a sound. This was practically the level of the Four Great Grandmasters! What if... this person was an assassin? His heart was filled with fear, and he did not dare to continue thinking about it. He knew that when he returned, a secret investigation would begin.
The last carriage in the line was different from the others. The windows were decorated with elegant flowers. The girl in white, who had awkwardly looked at Fan Xian in the Temple of Qing, was now leaning back in her seat. She had a faint smile on her lips, as if she was still thinking about something.
The serving girl saw that the young lady was rarely so happy, and her mood lightened. She asked, "Miss, did something good happen today?"
The young lady smiled. "Every time I come out with my uncle, I'm always happy. At least it's much better than staying in that gloomy room."
The serving girl pouted. "But the imperial doctor said that the young lady's illness cannot be exposed to the wind."
As soon as she heard the word "illness", the young lady's expression darkened. She thought of the handsome young man she had met earlier, and her mood improved a little. She thought to herself that she had been born with a bad life, and that she did not have many days left. Should she be happy or sad to meet that person?
She then thought of the rumor that involved her, and of that son of Fan Manor. Although her mother was against it, and that strange father seemed to be against it, but... who could win against her uncle? Thinking of this, her heart was filled with worry. She felt a sweetness in her chest, and quickly pulled a white handkerchief to her lips.
After a few coughs, the handkerchief was stained with blood.
Seeing this, the serving girl panicked and said in a sobbing voice, "Vomiting again. What should I do?"
The young lady smiled faintly. Thinking of what the young man had said, she laughed lightly. "What's wrong with that? You'll get used to it if you keep vomiting. "
The serving girl made a sound of surprise. She didn't understand what she meant, and thought that the young lady's illness had made her confused.
— — —
It was late at night when Fan Xian returned to Fan Manor, battered and exhausted. He made up his mind to tie Teng Zijing to his waist whenever he went out.
Dinner had already begun in Fan Manor, and four people were waiting for him at the table. He was a little embarrassed, but Count Sinan's face was expressionless. Lady Liu was also smiling warmly, without a trace of bitterness.
After Fan Xian explained in a low voice, Fan Ruoruo laughed. Her brother was too muddle-headed. Even if he couldn't find his own carriage, he could just hire one from a carriage company. Fan Xian didn't even think about the carriage company, so he could only force a smile and endure Fan Sizhe's mockery.
After dinner, the family of four began to play mahjong. Fan Sizhe was like an accountant, watching from the side with an abacus, helping everyone calculate.
A trace of sadness flashed in Lady Liu's eyes, but she suppressed her resentment for her son's failure to live up to her expectations. She smiled and chatted with Fan Xian.
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