The Refined Deity Building was a restaurant. It was also a special place in the capital.
To say it was special, the most important thing was its location.
The capital had a lake in the center of the city. It had always been the most interesting place for idlers and refined scholars. Every night, there would be many people boating on the lake. They would play a zither, drink a cup of tea, and wave the fan in their hand. It was all very cool.
In the middle of the lake in the center of the city, there was a restaurant built on the lake. It was the most expensive restaurant in the capital, had the best food, and was the most difficult to book. It was the Refined Deity Building.
All of the diners who came to eat at the Refined Deity Building had to spend money to hire a small boat by the lake. The boatman would take them to the entrance of the restaurant. After eating, they would hire a small boat to sail back.
Feng Yu Heng's group of three came here like this.
Huang Quan was clearly very familiar with the Refined Deity Building. While they were still on the boat, she pointed at the place and introduced it to Feng Yu Heng: "His Highness opened it for fun when he was nine years old. Who would have thought that he would open it and become famous. In the capital, no matter if it was a noble young master or a young miss, they would all be proud to eat at the Refined Deity Building. In the past, it was only the private rooms that were hard to book. Now, it's even hard to book a restaurant. "
Qing Yu listened and clicked her tongue: "Who is the person who invited our young miss here?" She came to the Feng family after the Imperial Palace Yu gave the betrothal gifts. Her impression of the His Highness that Huang Quan spoke of was very vague.
Huang Quan giggled and said: "Naturally, it's the owner here."
Just as she said this, the boat docked.
The people in the restaurant immediately came forward to greet the guests. Seeing that it was three young ladies, a waiter asked: "Have the three of you reserved a table?"
Huang Quan greeted him with a fist: "Do I need to reserve a table to come here?"
The waiter was stunned and quickly recognized Huang Quan, "Oh! It was Miss Huang Quan. "
Without waiting for him to speak, a well-dressed man in his forties walked out of the Refined Deity Building. He first nodded towards Huang Quan and then gave a deep bow to Feng Yu Heng: "Wang fei." He then turned and gestured: "Please come in. Wang ye is on the third floor."
Feng Yu Heng was not used to this form of address, but sometimes Wang Chuan and Huang Quan would address her this way, so she did not feel that it was too abrupt. But when she heard that person was on the third floor, she blushed a little when she heard him call her Princess.
Huang Quan, who had always been cheerful, became serious after going up the stairs. Qing Yu also became nervous.
When the manager personally led the three of them to a private room on the third floor, Feng Yu Heng saw Bai Ze.
Her eyebrows twitched as she thought of their first encounter in the deep mountains. The purple lotus that had been floating in her mind and refused to disperse became a little clearer.
After the manager handed the three of them over to Bai Ze, he returned downstairs. Bai Ze grinned at Feng Yu Heng and did not say anything. This angered Feng Yu Heng so much that she glared at him.
Finally, Bai Ze remembered his business. After a while, he put away his smile and turned to push open the door. He said: "Master, the people you are waiting for are here." Then he gestured towards Huang Quan. Huang Quan pulled Qing Yu and followed Bai Ze out.
Qing Yu was not reassured at first, but Feng Yu Heng gave her a slight nod. Only then did the little girl unwillingly follow Huang Quan.
As for Feng Yu Heng herself, she stood at the door and did not dare to take a step forward for a long time.
The two of them, one inside and one outside, seemed to be competing with each other. No one spoke. The one inside did not come out, and the one outside did not go in. They were deadlocked like this for the time it took for a stick of incense to burn.
In the end, the person inside sighed helplessly: "My legs are inconvenient. You can't let me personally go and invite you."
Only then did she come back to her senses. The words' legs are inconvenient 'made her heart clench a few times.
Feng Yu Heng had once imagined the scene of the two reuniting. At one point, she believed that she would definitely ask him who had injured his legs and face. Then she would remember the name of the enemy. In the future, she would definitely get revenge for him.
Right now, she was indeed prepared to say that. However, there were some words that were clearly in her heart, but the moment she said them, they had a different meaning.
Just like now, Feng Yu Heng entered the private room, closed the door, and walked in front of Xuan Tianming. The first thing she said to him was: "You injured your legs and disfigured your face. Why don't you just throw your life away?"
She really wanted to slap her own mouth!
Xuan Tianming did not feel that it was too unexpected. From the beginning to the end, this girl had not said a single good word to him or given him a good face. Thinking back to how she had treated him in the mountains, he felt that this was already not bad.
Thus, he spread his hands, leaned back in his wheelchair, and looked at her, saying: "If you lose your life, who will come back to the capital to support you?"
She reflexively retorted: "Without you, I will still take care of them!"
Xuan Tianming could not help but laugh.
She looked at the person in front of her and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. That curve was just enough to touch her heart. She could not continue to bicker with him.
She stared blankly at the person in front of her. The golden mask was very exquisite, and there were even delicate carvings on it. The purple lotus was faintly discernible through the small hole between his eyebrows. Strangely, it set off the man's demonic aura.
She did not think too much about it. Without any warning, she raised her hand and reached straight for the mask.
However, just as her fingertips touched the metal, she was gently held by a hand.
"What are you doing?" he said helplessly, "It's ugly."
She suddenly turned her head, her back facing him. Her small mouth stubbornly pressed together, and her eyes stared straight at an unknown corner.
There was a stream of liquid in her eyes that was forced to not flow out. It was very uncomfortable.
Xuan Tianming was also stunned. Looking at the awkward back, he felt that this girl seemed to be even thinner than when she was in the mountains.
"Even now, the Feng family still dares to not feed you enough?" A thought popped up in his mind, and he casually asked. He reached out and tugged at her sleeve as if he was chatting. "I thought that after Madam Zhou's visit, they would at least know to restrain themselves. Why are you still so thin?"
She was pulled by him until she lost her temper. She turned around and slapped his hand away. "I ate okay after that. I have a good foundation, so I don't have to lose weight if I get fat."
Xuan Tianming had never heard of losing weight. After thinking for a while, he concluded that it might be that girls were afraid of getting fat. He angrily shook his head. "How old are you? You are still growing. How can you say that? "
"Hey!" Speaking of this, Feng Yu Heng became spirited. Twisting her body, she sat down on the table, her legs dangling from the table. "You also know that I'm young? I'm so young. Why are you in such a hurry to give me a betrothal gift? You even said that you would let me marry you when I turned 15. I've never seen someone so impatient. Besides — — "She raised her eyebrows." Did you ask me if I was willing? "
"When we were engaged when I was young, no one asked me if I was willing." He spoke the truth. "When it comes to marriage, neither of us has the final say."
Feng Yu Heng tightly knitted her eyebrows. Her dangling legs suddenly stopped. She stared at him blankly.
"So, you're not willing?"
Xuan Tianming shook his head. "What kind of logic is this?"
"Why did you give such a heavy betrothal gift?" She asked the question she had always wanted to ask. "When did you know that I was the second young miss of the Feng family?"
He honestly replied: "I saw you at the city gate on the day I returned to the capital. I had Bai Ze investigate. Those betrothal gifts … … are the consultation fees I owe you. "
She shook her head and stared into his eyes. "You have already paid the consultation fees."
"Twenty taels is too little."
"It's not little. Without those twenty taels, I can't return to the capital. "
The two of them were silent for a while.
He thought of that night in the mountains when he saw her take care of the bad guys with a flick of her hand. He thought of her dragging him out of the mountain crack. He thought of her scraping his flesh and setting his bones. He also thought of her lonely and frail figure when she left the beginning.
And she thought of her thrilling escape from the Northwest to the capital. She relied on the twenty taels he gave her to survive.
Feng Yu Heng's stubbornness flared up again. She directly threw herself at Xuan Tianming from the table and reached out to grab the mask.
"Let me see."
Xuan Tianming was startled by her and quickly caught her. He dodged her hand and called out: "Heng Heng, don't make trouble."
She tried to grab it a few times but failed. She obediently retracted her hand, but she was still lying on top of him. One of her hands tightly clutched the front of his shirt. Two drops of tears rolled down.
Without any warning, Feng Yu Heng began to cry.
She cried very pitifully, but she did not make a single sound. Her throat was sore and painful from holding back her tears. Her two rows of silver teeth creaked as snot flowed down her nose.
Before Xuan Tianming went to the Northwest to fight, there were many girls who cried in front of him, including the daughter of the prince whose palace he burned down.
But there was no girl who could cry so innocently and sincerely. And ….. she did not care about her image.
Suddenly, he felt a wave of heartache. A strange feeling that he had never felt before filled his heart. Xuan Tian Ming subconsciously reached out and patted her soft hair. In a tone that sounded like he was comforting a child, he said to her: "Be good. Don't cry."
But she cried even harder.
He had no choice but to endure the pain from his leg being pressed down by her. He held the child in his arms and gently patted her back.
That's right! This was a child. She had just turned twelve years old, a full eight years after him.
"Are you regretting it? The person you are going to marry is a cripple with a disfigured face. Are you disappointed? "
He was deliberately teasing her, but who would have thought that Feng Yu Heng, who had been crying in a very tasteless manner, would suddenly raise her head. Although her tears were still hanging, she was no longer sobbing. She only stared at him for a long time before faintly saying, "That doctor and I treated your leg with great difficulty. How could it be broken again?"
He took out a handkerchief from his chest and wiped her tears and snot. "After you left, Bai Ze and I were not able to safely leave the mountain. We were ambushed at the mountain pass."
He said it so casually, as if it was just a small fight.
In reality, that ambush almost took his and Bai Ze's lives.
"Who set up the ambush?" She thought for a moment. "Enemy country?"
He shook his head. "It doesn't seem like it. This matter is still being investigated. Don't take it to heart. "
Feng Yu Heng was angry. "My leg is crippled and my favorite face is ruined. Xuan Tianming, who gave you the courage to destroy my things like this?"
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