"Miss Mu, it's getting dark soon. This place is quite far from your Hundred Flowers Valley. You'd better go back early." Feng Qinghuan originally thought that Mu Yanran and Miss Xueyan, who she brought with her, had already left. Just now, she inadvertently glanced at the window and saw that Mu Yanran was sitting alone by the stream and had not left. Seeing that it was getting late and the Hundred Flowers Valley was quite far from here, she was worried that if she didn't get up and leave, she would have to travel overnight later, so she went out of the house to remind her.
"Without you in Baihua Valley, my heart will be here even if I go back. I might as well stay here to accompany you." Mu Yanran raised her head and looked at Feng Qinghuan. Her eyes were like a deep pool, floating and rippling, full of affection.
"..." Feng Qinghuan was stunned, obviously not expecting her to say such a thing. She avoided Mu Yanran's gaze uncomfortably, calmed down, and said lightly: "Miss Mu, you should go back. I am used to quietness and don't need anyone to accompany me."
"Qinghuan, don't worry, I won't disturb you." Mu Yanran lowered her eyes, hiding the loneliness in her eyes, took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, patted the grass beside her, looked up and smiled at Feng Qinghuan, and said: "Do you mind sitting with me for a while?"
Feng Qinghuan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't bear to be too indifferent to someone, so she nodded and sat down next to Mu Yanran.
"Qinghuan, you really can't remember Ao Xueyan at all?" Mu Yanran tilted her head to look at Feng Qinghuan. Could it be that the person she loved so deeply was really forgotten completely just because she drank a sip of water from the Forgetful River
Feng Qinghuan met Mu Yanran's gaze, her eyes were calm and peaceful: "Miss Mu, are you still not giving up? Are you really going to force me to remember everything in the past? I don't know why I want to drink the water from the Wangchuan River, but I think since I have made the choice, it means that forgetting is more suitable for me than remembering. Living in a secluded valley like now, building a hut and living in peace and quiet without being disturbed by anyone, I feel very comfortable and satisfied. Miss Mu, why are you so persistent in finding the me of the past?"
"I..." Mu Yanran was stumped by Feng Qinghuan's question. For the first time in so many days, she hesitated. She wanted Feng Qinghuan to remember everything because she didn't want her to treat her as a stranger. But if she really remembered everything, she would naturally remember Ao Xueyan and her feelings for Ao Xueyan, which was not what she wanted. Perhaps forgetting is better than remembering. At least Qinghuan doesn't have Ao Xueyan in her heart now. Then, doesn't Mu Yanran have another chance to win her over
"Miss Mu, it's getting late. You should go back and rest." Feng Qinghuan stood up, glanced at Mu Yanran who was still in deep thought, and sighed softly. She only hoped that the other party would listen to her and stop trying to help her remember anything.
Feng Qinghuan turned around, preparing to go back to the house to clean up and rest early, but just as she was away from Mu Yanran, a gust of fishy wind suddenly hit her, and she felt dizzy, and the next moment her body was wrapped up by something. "Qinghuan—let her go!" In her dizzy ears, she heard Mu Yanran's voice of shock and anger, and then her neck was suddenly tightly strangled, and a low and cold voice sounded in her ears—
"Don't force me to kill her now."
"Who are you, you bastard? How dare you do this? Let Qinghuan go!" Mu Yanran was shocked and angry. Her phoenix eyes stared coldly at the bastard who kidnapped Feng Qinghuan. But she saw that the bastard was wrapped tightly in a black robe. On his bald head, there were scars from a monk's vow. His face was yin and yang, black on the left and white on the right, and looked ferocious and weird.
The man in black robe chuckled, and with his fingers tightly clasped Feng Qinghuan's neck. Seeing Feng Qinghuan's face flushed red due to suffocation and an expression of pain, Mu Yanran couldn't help but feel cold on her pretty face, and shouted: "Stop! If you dare to hurt her, I will make you torn to pieces and leave no place for burial!" If Feng Qinghuan was not in the hands of the other party, and she was not afraid to act rashly, Mu Yanran would have wanted to cut the black-robed monster into pieces immediately and grind his bones to ashes.
"If you want to save her life, use Ao Xueyan as a trade tomorrow at noon." Just as the black-robed man's low and cold voice finished speaking, another voice immediately sounded, objecting: "I want to deal with Bai Suzhen, and use Bai Suzhen as a trade."
The second voice was quite deep, not as cold as the first one.
"Shut up! I am the one who has the final say. Listen, if I don't see Ao Xueyan surrendering by noon tomorrow, you will collect the body of the Lotus Fairy."
Suddenly, a cold wind blew across the flat ground, and the black robe turned into a black gas, sweeping Feng Qinghuan away in an instant.
Mu Yanran was afraid that the man in black robe would harm Feng Qinghuan, so she didn't dare to chase him. She could only watch him kidnap Feng Qinghuan. Thinking of the request he had just made, she couldn't help but clench her fingers, grit her teeth, and was extremely angry: "Ao Xueyan, it's you again, it's you who implicated Qinghuan again!"
Baoan Hall.
When Xiaoqing returned to the room, Bai Suzhen happened to be waiting in the room. Seeing her come back, she asked, "Qing'er, where have you been? Why couldn't I find you in the entire Bao'an Hall just now..." Suddenly she caught a glimpse of Xiaoqing's red and swollen cheeks. She gasped, walked quickly towards Xiaoqing, and said anxiously, "Qing'er, your face... What's wrong with you? Who hit you?" Looking at the obvious marks of beating on Xiaoqing's face, Bai Suzhen felt distressed.
Xiaoqing touched her still swollen cheek, smiled nonchalantly, and said, "It's okay, sister. I just got punched accidentally. It doesn't hurt that much."
"Nonsense, your cheek is swollen, how can it not hurt?" Bai Suzhen gently stroked Xiaoqing's injured cheek, her fingers trembling slightly: "Tell me, who hit you?"
Xiao Qing glanced at Bai Suzhen and confessed, "It's Mu Yanran."
Bai Suzhen was slightly startled and said "Oh", a little surprised. She knew Xiaoqing. Xiaoqing was not a person who would suffer any loss or grievance. Now she was punched in the face, but she didn't seem angry. It seemed that Mu Yanran was not at fault. What did Xiaoqing do to provoke Mu Yanran and make her fight? Although she had a thousand doubts in her heart, she was more distressed about the wound on Xiaoqing's face. So Bai Suzhen temporarily suppressed her doubts, pulled Xiaoqing to sit by the bed, took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms, and said, "Qing'er, I'll apply medicine to you first."