Recently, Meng Fuyao had been frequenting the Chrysanthemum Road.
It was not that she had taken a fancy to anyone, but she had always felt that Feng Mo was a pity. Such an elegant and knowledgeable person should be accompanied by books, and not a pearl covered in dust and reduced to a Miss Elephant House.
She was rich, and she had easily forced the madam to agree to redeem herself. Who knew that Feng Mo would not leave? She was very resentful that her good intentions had been treated as ill-intent. She was not a nosy person, but she had been an intellectual in her previous life. Thus, she could not bear to see scholars in trouble. Who would have thought that there would actually be someone willing to become a prostitute?
At that time, Feng Mo met her puzzled gaze and smiled. His light red sleeves brushed across the black wooden table, and he poured her a cup of fragrant chrysanthemum tea. Amidst the faint fragrance, he said, "I'm waiting for someone."
Meng Fuyao raised her questioning gaze.
"Many years ago, she said that she would wait for me here. After that, I wandered around the Five Lakes and did not return for a long time. When I returned, she was no longer there. Her original house was torn down, and this house was rebuilt. Many of the sceneries have changed beyond recognition, but there are still some things left in the courtyard. The cluster of Ziyun flowers that she planted in the backyard has not been removed, so I can't bear to leave this place."
He smiled faintly. It was the unique charm of a man who was older but more charming. The faint wrinkles at the corner of his eyes smoothed out into a beautiful arc.
"As for this Miss Elephant House, what does it matter?"
Meng Fuyao was silent. She looked down at the light yellow chrysanthemum silk in the dark green tea that was slowly blooming. It was as if the antennae in the depths of her heart had quietly stretched out, implicating some untouchable past. In that place in her previous life, there was also someone waiting for her. Everyone had their own waiting for them, but everyone was forced to constantly move forward and change their paths in the impetuous life. What kind of persistence did it take to be able to persevere and wait in the same place?
Because of this, her heart was flooded with dew. It was a kind of feeling that resonated with her. Feng Mo's persistence made her feel as if she had met a soulmate.
A person like Feng Mo was indeed suitable to be a soulmate. It had nothing to do with romance or sex. He was a good chess player and a good zither player. What was even rarer was that he did not have the impatience and mockery of a third-rate novice. No matter how stupid Meng Fuyao's moves were, he would only tolerate her with a smile and carefully guide her. The game of chess lasted from morning to noon. Meng Fuyao leaned on the chessboard and pondered hard, step by step, while he waited with a smile. Occasionally, his eyes would drift over the pure wood corridor where the Ziyunying flowers were scattered all over the ground.
Meng Fuyao felt that she had finally found the peace of mind that she had not experienced in the past 18 years of her life. The responsibilities and hardships that had always followed and tormented her were gradually soothed by the smile in his slender and bright eyes. She was infatuated with this rare peace. She liked to see Feng Mo's helpless but tolerant expression when he saw her bad moves, and the gentle and warm hand he used to caress the falling Ziyunying flowers. It was like picking up a handful of pearl-like dreams that had been scattered in his memory. She also liked the faint yearning and faint reminiscence in his eyes when he carefully picked up the petals.
After a short period of time, it was Feng Mo's birthday. Naturally, he did not tell Meng Fuyao, but she remembered that he once brought up the past of his parents celebrating his birthday when he was young. That afternoon, the two of them continued to drink chrysanthemum tea and talk about poetry and books. When night fell, when Feng Mo sat down at the table again, it was not a chessboard, but a table full of exquisite dishes.
Meng Fuyao stood at the door of the elegant room. She raised her eyebrows at him and said, "Happy birthday."
Feng Mo looked at her silently. Meng Fuyao thought that there was rice on her face or meat sauce on her body. After a careful examination, she looked at Feng Mo in astonishment and smiled. "Are you touched?"
Feng Mo smiled but did not answer. He beckoned her over, and she sat beside him. She blinked and said, "Oh, I'm touched just like that? I still have a gift. Will you hug me and cry if I take it out? "
"You can take it out and give it a try." Under the light of the red lantern, Feng Mo's eyes shone faintly. His gaze was like rippling water.
Meng Fuyao mysteriously took out a box, which Feng Mo received with a smile. Meng Fuyao impatiently urged him, "Open it, open it."
The black sandalwood box emitted a faint fragrance. When the lid was opened, a dazzling light shone. Feng Mo's gaze gradually changed.
It was an extremely exquisite crystal house with two courtyards, short flowery walls, and a small well in the courtyard. There were three steps in front of the main house, and a finger-sized spinning wheel was placed under the eaves of the corridor. The backyard was filled with small Amethyst Flowers.
This was not the Lady Elephant House. This was the farmhouse where she had waited for him many years ago. He had unintentionally mentioned it in his story, but Meng Fuyao had intentionally remembered it. On such a day, the outline of her memories had turned into this crystal courtyard.
Those frozen memories of the past had been sharpened in her heart with blood every day, yet they could still turn into such a beautiful, bright, and unbearable object.
Feng Mo stared at the house for a long time. Meng Fuyao waited uneasily. He had never told her the ending of that story. Perhaps it was a tragedy? She was a little afraid that the gift she had carefully given him would end up touching someone else's pain.
Feng Mo smiled faintly. When he smiled, his slender and bright eyes squinted slightly. He carefully kept the box and said, "I really can't bear to part with it …"
"What can't you bear to part with?" Meng Fuyao asked lazily.
"I can't bear to part with such a gift." The faint regret in Feng Mo's voice had already dissipated. "It's been so many years. This is the first time someone has approached me like this, and the first time someone has given me such a gift."
"It's not worth much, don't laugh at me." Meng Fuyao waved her hand and poured wine for Feng Mo. "Come, we should drink a few cups on a good day."
The wine cups clinked in mid-air, and the sound was crisp and exquisite. The nocturnal birds in the distance were startled awake and chirped softly.
"Every time I drink, I get drunk." Miss Meng was soon drunk. She asked Feng Mo with her tongue hanging out, "Will she come back?"
"I don't think it's important anymore." Feng Mo sat opposite her, his gaze strange yet gentle. There was a faint charm in that gentleness. He reached out and stroked Meng Fuyao's long hair, lost in thought as he looked at the fluttering Amethyst Flowers in the garden.
After a while, he said softly, "Miss Meng."
"Hmm?" Meng Fuyao held the wine cup and looked over in a silly manner.
The corners of Feng Mo's thin lips curled up into a gentle and pure smile.
"I wanted to ask you … do you like me?"
"Hmm?" Meng Fuyao raised her head, her eyes blurred. The shadows in front of her swayed slightly, and her scarlet robe swayed. She seemed to get drunk faster today. Feng Mo, who was sitting opposite her, seemed especially beautiful. His eyes were more captivating than three Zhangsun Wujis combined.
She leaned on the table, drooling. Before her eyelids closed, she mumbled, "I like you …"
Feng Mo laughed. His scarlet robe fluttered slowly on the table, like a peach blossom falling on a branch, carrying with it a colorful dream of spring. He laughed so hard that his body trembled. His long black hair cascaded down and covered Meng Fuyao's. He reached out to brush his hair away and picked her up. "Women, oh women, are all like this …" he said in a low voice.
He suddenly paused.
The spring night was quiet, with birds chirping and a small stream flowing in the distance.
Feng Mo put Meng Fuyao down and slowly turned around. In an instant, he had regained his composure. "Who are you? Come out and meet me," he said coldly.
His voice was still the same, but the tone was completely different. If it was the gentleness and humility of a prostitute from Lady Elephant House just now, it was now the coldness and dignity of a man who looked down on all living things.
In the darkness, a faint purple figure slowly appeared.
"It's really you." Feng Mo regained his smile and pointed at the unconscious drunk Meng Fuyao. "Hey, did you hear that? The woman you like said she likes me. "
"Senior," Zhangsun Wuji said calmly, as if he did not hear his provocation. "Aren't you tired of playing this game for so many years?"
"Tired of what? I'll never be tired of it before I meet a woman who can resist me. " Feng Mo laughed coldly. "See, women are all like this. Fickle and fickle. Once a man leaves their side, they'll throw themselves at him. There's no exception."
He rested his chin on his hand and sighed as he looked at Fuyao. "I thought she'd be an exception …"
"You used your unparalleled Mind-manipulating Art to seduce her. What makes you think that these women with lower cultivation can resist you?" Zhangsun Wuji laughed. "With your status, you can kill anyone you want. Why do you have to find such an excuse to make things difficult for all the innocent women in the world?"
"He's just an old love-struck maniac who played with all the women in the world to vent his anger after being betrayed!"
Suddenly, a colorful figure peeked down from the tree outside the corridor and spoke in a strange language that he had learned from Meng Fuyao. "Hey, heartless old love-struck maniac, do you want to try one of Fufeng's three great Gu techniques, the 'Bird Gu'?"
Feng Mo glanced at Ya Lanzhu and laughed coldly. "If your father came personally, perhaps I'd take a look. You?"
He did not bother to continue and pointed to a dark corner. "There are two more. Come out together, so that I don't have to waste time dealing with them one by one."
He looked to be in the prime of his life, like a pearl or a fine jade, yet he called himself "this old man". It sounded really funny, but unfortunately, no one laughed. Facing this kind of person whose name had been hanging from the heavens for thirty years, even Zhangsun Wuji took a cautious step back.
Because it was the 'Starlight Holy Hand', Fang Yimo.
Zhan Beiye jumped down from behind the courtyard wall and Zong Yue walked in from the main door. On the tree in front, Ya Lanzhu shouted, "Go!"
Birds of all colors flew in the sky, and dark fog rose wherever they passed. Their fluttering wings let out a strange sound that sounded like the wailing of ghosts, disturbing the minds of those who heard it. Strange images appeared frequently. The leading bird had a five-colored feather with crimson eyes. It dragged across the sky like a colorful line and went straight for Fang Yimo.
Fang Yimo laughed and waved his sleeves. The flower rack on the corridor suddenly fell, and the vines fell like a net, covering most of the birds. They flapped their wings and struggled with all their might. Only the leading bird had a knife-like beak. With a swing of its head, it tore a big hole and swooped down like an eagle.
Zhangsun Wuji and the other two also attacked Fang Yimo at the moment when the birds swooped down.
The purple light was like a waterfall, the black shadow was like a whirlwind, and the white figure suddenly appeared and disappeared, like mist floating between heaven and earth. In the narrow courtyard, a layer of purple, black, and scarlet interweaved and flashed. The strong wind rose and fell, like a surging and ever-changing rainbow.
Fang Yimo's figure was light and elegant, passing through the most powerful experts of the younger generation. His movements did not seem fast, but every move had shocking accuracy and strength. Every move burst out thousands of silver rays, weaving back and forth in all kinds of complicated colors, dragging the tail feathers of a phoenix. In the dark courtyard without lights, the brilliance was boundless, as if the Milky Way had fallen from the sky.
This was the true brilliance of the stars.
It was not like Guo Pingrong, who needed the unique weapon of starlight to be able to use such gorgeous and dazzling starlight. Instead, it was born in the palm of his hand, and when it rose and fell, every time he raised his hand, flicked his sleeves, and turned around, it would give off thousands of starlight spots, flying from afar straight towards eternity, as if the power of nature was irresistible. The starlight that he possessed was limitless and omnipresent, and with his own pace, he controlled and guided the entire battle situation. With such exquisite and agile martial arts, Fang Yimo himself was already the eternal starlight.
The starlight was like a dream.
An intoxicating and beautiful dream that could not be broken.
The four hundredth move.
Finally, the last remaining leader bird Gu flew towards Fang Yimo's face relentlessly. Along the way, five colored feathers flew everywhere, and wherever they landed, the grass would wither and flowers would die. But those feathers were everywhere, Fang Yimo had no choice but to evade with some caution.
This dodge immediately exposed a gap in the battle situation that he had full control over.
The silver light of Zhan Beiye's vajra scepter suddenly turned into golden light, forming a golden light wall that covered Fang Yimo's head.
A silver scepter suddenly appeared in Zhangsun Wuji's hand. The tip of the scepter shone with cold light, and every pattern was slightly protruding. He passed through the only gap in the golden light wall, and with a flash of cold light, the tip of the scepter suddenly flew up and shot towards Fang Yimo's neck.
Zong Yue swept across the sky, flying parallel to the ground. A sword suddenly appeared on his elbow, it was an extremely thin and long sword with a strange shape. He did not attack any part of Fang Yimo, but his body suddenly moved horizontally, moving like lightning in front of Fang Yimo. The sword hidden on his elbow went straight for Fang Yimo's knees!
At this moment, Fang Yimo's legs would be cut off if he raised his leg, his sleeves would be poisoned, and he could not even breathe freely. He could only retreat, temporarily retreat.
Retreat behind him.
The three people and one bird followed him relentlessly. Fang Yimo's toes had just stepped on the wooden eaves of the corridor when the astral wind had already caught up. Fang Yimo flicked his finger, and the screen behind him was immediately pulled up, fiercely facing the attacks of the three people.
Sneering, Fang Yimo said, "They are really courting death —"
He suddenly paused.
A hand gently pressed against the center of his back.
Someone's laughter was crisp and clear, with a hint of indelible arrogance.
"Who said all women are like this? Do you think I'm as infatuated as you? "
= = =
The sound of the wind stopped. Everyone in the courtyard, except for Fang Yimo, smiled slightly.
With one hand pressed on Fang Yimo's back and the other holding onto the screen, Meng Fuyao smiled proudly. "Finally, you retreated into the house, and finally, you used an object to hit people. Otherwise, I wouldn't have dared to approach you so casually."
Taking a deep breath, Fang Yimo smiled too. "Good, good."
His bright eyes swept to the back, as if he was talking to an old friend. "You're not poisoned?"
"Not before, not after." Meng Fuyao smiled. "Not since your chrysanthemum tea."
"You were actually on your guard from the beginning." Fang Yimo smiled. "I still underestimated you."
"To be honest, I really can't believe that one of the Ten Strongest would actually become a prostitute. The rumors say that you're unruly and do things as you please. But since I'm looking for you, why didn't I research your story first?" Meng Fuyao said. "This is your former residence. Others may not know, but we can still find out. The story you told me said that this was the place where she waited for you, but it's actually the opposite. You were the one who waited for her to elope here."
Fang Yimo's body trembled, and his voice suddenly turned cold. "Say another word and I'll kill you."
Meng Fuyao was silent for a while. "Remember, I didn't say it not because I was afraid of you killing me, but because I didn't want to expose your scars." She spread her hands and said, "The antidote for unlocking emotions."
"And remember, I didn't promise you because I was controlled by you, but because I liked that gift." Fang Yimo was silent for a while, then took out a piece of paper and threw it at Zong Yue's feet. "I'm too lazy to develop an antidote. Since no one is worth saving, why do I need an antidote? You can solve this prescription if you have the ability. "
He smiled slyly. "I really want to know how you're going to mix the conflicting effects of the Nine Fox Flower and the Thousand Snake Grass together without killing anyone."
Zong Yue picked up the prescription and frowned. "In this world, there are only hearts that can't be solved, but there are no prescriptions that can't be solved."
Fang Yimo sneered but did not answer. He only said to Meng Fuyao, "With my strength, the True Qi in my body has automatically formed a defense. You can at most injure me, but you can't kill me. Are you sure you want to become my mortal enemy?"
"Weren't we mortal enemies in the past?" Meng Fuyao asked curiously. "Don't tell me that the poison in your chrysanthemum tea and wine is saccharin? Did you come to Hua Zhou just to have a heart-to-heart talk with me? "
"I promise you, I can save you once, then kill you," Fang Yimo said indifferently. "Think carefully."
"I don't think it's worth it. You're going to kill me anyway, and I'm no match for you. I'm going to die anyway, so why would I want you to save me once? "
"Is that so?" Fang Yimo smiled and looked at Zhangsun Wuji and the others. "Don't forget that they've become my enemies tonight. If you can't kill me with a single strike, and they can't stop me, there will be a few more people on my revenge list in the future."
"Can't I stop you from being half-dead? You think too highly of yourself. " Meng Fuyao snorted, but she was calculating in her heart. It was really hard to estimate the power of a top-notch expert at the brink of death. Sigh … it's fine if I take a little risk, but how can I drag others down with me?
Looking at her expression, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly said, "Fuyao, do what you have to do."
Zhan Beiye said, "I don't believe that I can't trample him to death after you injure him. Come, Fuyao, try it. "
Meng Fuyao smiled and suddenly let go, pushing Fang Yimo away.
"You're just a sad person," she said. "You're a person living in the past. Even a hundred crystal houses won't be able to light up your heart."
"You didn't poison the food or the gift. I thank you." Fang Yimo lifted his leg and climbed onto the roof. Holding the crystal house, his light red robe fluttered in the wind like a light red moon. "You've preserved something pure for me. It makes me feel that there's finally warmth in this world that I can touch."
"I've always been more pure than you, so I'm happier than you." Meng Fuyao waved her hand. "Mr. Fang, there's only one woman who has offended you. Don't vent your anger on the innocent."
"That's my business." Fang Yimo stared at her deeply. "I've sworn to avenge my disciple, so I promise you that I'll save you once and kill you again. If I can't kill you that time, I'll end all our grudges."
"Grudges are created by yourself." Meng Fuyao sighed. "Up to you."
Fang Yimo smiled. "As for whether I'll save you or kill you the next time I see you … it'll depend on your luck."
With a flick of his sleeve, he floated up into the sky, and his figure that shot into the distance was truly like a wisp of fragmented light that could never be obliterated.
Meng Fuyao rested her chin on her hand and stared at his back. "There are perverts every year, but there are especially many this year."
In the distance, Zhan Beiye stretched his body exaggeratedly and laughed. "You've been scheming and I've been scheming. What a big trap. I've finally caught the bird."
Meng Fuyao looked at Zhangsun Wuji, who was walking toward her, and laughed softly.
= = =
With the antidote in hand and the True Martial Arts Meet approaching, Meng Fuyao prepared to depart. She mentioned it to Zhangsun Wuji in advance, who pondered for a while. "I know you must go, but I hope you can promise me that you'll participate as a brave general of the Wuji Nation. The competition ends here, so take care of yourself."
Meng Fuyao knew that he hoped that his status as a general of the Wuji Nation would provide her with a layer of protection. She giggled. "Eh? Why shouldn't I brag when I can? A general is always better than a commoner. Don't worry, I'm very vain. "
Zhangsun Wuji stroked her hair. "Actually, I hope that you'll be more vain."
Meng Fuyao looked into the distance, pretending not to hear him. What identity could be more vain than being the Princess of the Wuji Nation? Talking to Zhangsun Wuji was like being on tenterhooks.
"I've been away for too long. I have to return to Zhongzhou for a while." Zhangsun Wuji stuffed Ingot into her hands. "If I can make it, I'll go to Pandu to find you. Lord Ingot will ask you to bring him out to see the world, so that he won't be too short-sighted."
The short-sighted Lord Ingot squatted numbly in Zhangsun Wuji's palm, using his silence to protest against his fate of being sent here and there.
She took it from him and asked curiously, "Does it have a strong telepathic connection with you? Is it like a big brother? Beep, and you know where it is? "
"It's not that magical." Zhangsun Wuji laughed. "I only know if it's still alive and which direction it's in. You must be careful not to let Ingot leave you."
"It's better for you to keep him. He's your pet." Meng Fuyao thought for a while and stuffed Ingot back. "Wuji …"
"Hmm?"
"I'll say the same thing. Don't be too nice to me." Meng Fuyao steeled her heart and spoke quickly. "I think my strength is pretty good now. After I digest Da Feng's skills, I'll be able to advance another level. After the True Martial Arts Meet, I'll probably head north and travel the continent. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but who knows if I'll meet some powerful person and die …"
"I'll say the same thing." Zhangsun Wuji shoved Lord Ingot, who had just shown an expression of joy, back into the room. He took her in his arms and gently leaned his forehead against hers. "This is my business."
Meng Fuyao smiled bitterly. She had said the same thing to Zhan Beiye before, and the answer she got was almost the same. Fortunately, no matter what, they were going to be separated for the time being. Distance might dilute their feelings, so she hoped to put some distance between them. It would be a form of release for both of them.
Zong Yue had already left Huazhou in advance to search for medicine in the four seas and five lakes. Fang Yimo's strange prescription was like a treasure to him. He studied it day and night, and even talked to himself while eating. "Reduce the portion? Add some Inky Black Lotus Leaves? That won't do … "Meng Fuyao knocked on the bowl." The rice is in my nose … "
The girl who liked Zong Yue did not see him the next time she came. With tears in her eyes, she asked Meng Fuyao to pass her a pouch containing a protective talisman. The girl said that it was a protective talisman from Da De Temple in Qingzhou, which was consecrated by the head monk. It was the most effective talisman, so she asked Meng Fuyao to pass it to Zong Yue. Meng Fuyao wanted to refuse, but when she saw her teary face, she could only accept it.
On an ordinary dinner day, Meng Fuyao made plans with Zhan Beiye to teach him how to play football the next day. She also made plans with Ya Lanzhu to go to the market the next day. On a dark and windy night, she stuffed a fruit into Ingot's mouth (to prevent him from informing Zhan Beiye) and used a camouflage technique to confuse Zhan Wuji's secret guard. She jumped out of the window and ran all the way out of Huazhou. When she passed by Yao City, Tie Cheng was waiting for her with a group of guards. The group met up and sneakily went straight to the border of Wuji.
Riding fast, they reached the border of Qingzhou in one day and night. Passing by Qingzhou, they passed by Pinnacle Mountain. Meng Fuyao remembered that Da De Temple was mentioned by Zong Yue's suitor. Out of curiosity, she brought Tie Cheng to climb the mountain.
Halfway there, they suddenly heard the sound of swords clashing, mixed with a girl's cry of surprise.
Meng Fuyao frowned. 'Other people's business? Those who meddle in other people's business never come to a good end. 'She thought for a moment and stretched out both her hands. "Rock, paper, scissors. If I win, I'll go and meddle …"
Before he had the time to cheat, Tie Cheng had already rushed over. With a loud shout, the two sides had already begun to exchange blows.
Helpless, Meng Fuyao walked over and saw a convoy trapped in a corner of the forest on the mountainside. In the middle of the convoy, a carriage had already toppled over. A few people dressed as guards were fighting with a group of men dressed in tattered clothes. Most of them were already injured. In front of the toppled carriage, a few shivering maids were curled up.
It seemed like a rich family who had gone up the mountain to offer incense had met with bandits.
Meng Fuyao's eyes slowly turned around and landed on the overturned carriage.
The carriage had been destroyed, and half of the door was tilted down. She could vaguely see a girl sitting inside. Her posture was elegant and her eyebrows were drooping. Her moon-white dress draped over the ground, creating ripples like flowing water. From afar, she looked like a statue of a deity.
In this bloody battlefield, in the middle of an overturned carriage, in the face of death, she remained as calm as a mountain goddess. What kind of girl was she?
Finally, Meng Fuyao's curiosity was piqued. She took a big step forward and shouted, "Damn it, stop!"
Naturally, no one stopped. No one cared about the skinny young man. Tie Cheng, however, foolishly stopped. He immediately slashed down with his knife. Tie Cheng hurriedly blocked it, but Meng Fuyao was already cursing loudly.
"Damn it, how dare you hit my people?"
She tied her robe around her waist and rushed over. Without any fancy moves, she pulled out the other sword from Tie Cheng's waist and slashed horizontally.
Three arms flew out with a splash of blood, and a layer of grass was also shaved off.
One arm smashed into the carriage and rolled in front of the meditating girl. Meng Fuyao glanced over and saw that the girl had finally raised her eyes. She picked up the broken arm and placed it on the grass in front of her. She then closed her eyes and murmured something. It looked like she was chanting a spell.
Meng Fuyao was even more curious. This girl was too unique. She was chanting a spell for someone's arm when they tried to rob her. Was she a monk?
She stared at the girl with a burning gaze and knocked out a sneak attacker. She walked over to the girl and kicked seven or eight of them as she went.
The ground was littered with injured bandits who were crying out in pain. The disparity in strength was too great. The bandits let out a cry and finally scattered like birds and beasts. Meng Fuyao did not even look at them. She squatted down and pretended to knock on the tilted car door. "Excuse me, young lady."
The girl in the carriage looked up.
Meng Fuyao was stunned.
She saw a pair of calm, deep eyes. They were not pure black, but had a tinge of brown. They were deep and distant, as if she had seen a deep coastline on a distant shore, or a star rising from thousands of miles away from the mountains. They seemed to be calm, but when she ran towards them, she found them to be swaying and tumbling.
It was a very special pair of eyes, so special that Fuyao found them vaguely familiar. It was as if a certain image had rushed over in an instant and pasted itself onto the nest of her memory, fitting seamlessly without the slightest difference.
It was that pair of eyes … But whose eyes were they?
Meng Fuyao suddenly felt a headache, as if someone had chopped her with an axe. She stared blankly at the girl and reached out to hold on to the door.
The woman bowed slightly to her.
"Thank you for saving my life, Young Master."
Her eyebrows were curved like the moon, and she was elegant and refined. Her moon-white dress flowed gracefully on the ground, with Buddhist lotuses embroidered on it. As the breeze blew, she exuded an otherworldly aura. Her eyes were peaceful and serene, without the slightest trace of worldly affairs.
Her temperament was somewhat similar to Zong Yue's. They both gave off a sense of cleanliness, but the feeling was actually very different. Zong Yue's cleanliness carried a distant coldness and sharpness, while hers was gentle and appropriate, simple and approachable.
Meng Fuyao looked at the blood and ashes all over her body and suddenly felt that she was a little dirty in front of such a person. She took a step back and tried to adjust her smile to an elegant one. "You're too kind. Please do as you please."
With that, she turned and left. She did not want to cause any more trouble for herself. After all, this group of people seemed to be of high status and could easily rush to the Virtue Temple to seek help. There was no need for her to meddle.
Suddenly, someone behind her urged her to stay. It was the voice of a young girl. "Young Master … are you not going to help them to the end?"
The girl immediately stopped her in a low voice. "Mingruo, don't talk nonsense."
'Why should I help them to the end? Am I your Aunt Flo? ' Meng Fuyao turned around and smiled wholeheartedly at the little handmaiden. "Miss, my mother is asking me to go home for dinner. Excuse me."
"The bandits will come again! We'll give you money, but please protect us! "The little handmaiden suddenly rushed up and pulled on Meng Fuyao's sleeve." I'll give you as much as you want! "
What a bunch of children who were used to relying on others and thought that money could buy loyalty. Meng Fuyao shook her head and giggled as she took out a stack of banknotes and stuffed them into the handmaiden's hand. "I have money too. I'll give you as much as you want. Please let go of my sleeve."
"Mingruo, back off," the girl said, her voice devoid of anger.
Meng Fuyao smiled and strode away. Behind her, the little handmaiden's eyes reddened. She stomped her feet and rushed up again.
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