"You're going to come up like this?" He spoke for a long time, his voice was warm and mellow, but he could still feel the indifferent coolness when he listened carefully.
Feng Zhiwei looked back, the fifth lady had already sunk.
"What if she floats up?" The man focused his attention on that side of the water, "At that time, you who are in charge of sweeping the garden, how will you deal with the interrogation from Qiufu?"
Feng Zhiwei felt that his tone didn't sound like he was worried about her, but rather that he was being tested for school, but why was she being tested by a stranger
"Oh? Interrogation?" Feng Zhi smiled, wading straight to the shore, the water dripping from her body splashed on his brocade ink shoes, and the man gave way immediately.
"Fifth Madam inexplicably stumbled into the lake while going to Your Excellency's appointment." Feng Zhiwei stretched out her hand to hold her wet hair, and touched her face with regret—the Koudan on the Fifth Madam's nails seemed to be mixed with "color-enhancing and fragrance-enhancing" "Wu Na Hua", the powder of this thing is dissolved in water, and it can just wash away the turmeric complexion on her face. She has been seeing people with that yellow face all these years. This is the mother's request, and she feels relieved , well now, it's all seen.
Sighing helplessly, she turned her head and smiled at him, "It seems that you should be the one who needs to explain to Qiufu?"
"Go to my date?" The man turned his head and smiled meaningfully, "But girl, it seems that you are the one making the date, not that old lady."
Feng Zhiwei stopped, turned her head to look at him, her natural eyes were misty and soft, and when she looked at him with a smile like this, she was as soft as a flower that would break at the touch of a finger.
"Really? That's really an honor for the slave family... Then, my lord... who is the slave family's name?"
The smile on the corner of the man's lips deepened, he suddenly stretched out his arms to hold her, and whispered in her ear: "Sooner or later, you will tell me yourself..."
Feng Zhiwei was caught off guard and fell into his arms. After struggling, she remained motionless. Only then did she realize that this man seemed handsome and exquisite, with a jade-like demeanor, but his skill was absolutely extraordinary. She looked down and held her arm. His fingers, with slender knuckles and distinct phalanx, delicate and almost transparent skin, graceful contours, not like a warrior's hand, but full of irresistible strength.
He was very close to her, and the cool breath of mint rushed into his nostrils. It was a cold and clear smell, not obvious but ubiquitous. She frowned unaccustomed to it and wanted to struggle , but heard a sudden rush of footsteps behind him.
Someone sternly said, "Where is Yuhua? Xuan is the waiter in the front yard, why is there no one there?"
Feng Zhiwei's heart trembled, she recognized this voice - her uncle, the commander of the five armies and the commander of the flying shadow guard Qiu Shangqi, the most popular military general in the dynasty.
And Yuhua is now sinking in the pond at her feet.
Someone behind Qiu Shangqi whispered something back, but was interrupted by Qiu Shangqi in the middle of the conversation, he said "ah", "So you are here..."
The tone was directed in Feng Zhiwei's direction, but he was interrupted by the light-fur man, "Master Qiu, why is it inconvenient for me to walk around?"
"Don't dare." Qiu Shangqi bowed immediately, with a panicked tone.
Feng Zhiwei listened, but felt that although his uncle's words were fearful, there was not enough respect, and this person's tone was also a bit inappropriate, this conversation really sounded a bit weird.
"Yuhua, the concubine of the mansion, who is good at singing, dancing and playing the pipa, was supposed to serve you." Qiu Shangqi smiled awkwardly, "It's just that she suddenly fell ill..."
"I've seen her before." The light-fur man's tone was leisurely, Feng Zhiwei raised his eyebrows and looked up at him, their eyes collided, and the man showed her a playful smile.
I have seen it, at the bottom of the water.
Their eyes met, and they answered silently with their eyes.
know what i'm gonna say
That's your business.
Afraid
Killing pays for life, there is nothing to complain about.
The woman's eyes were always smiling, and she couldn't see the real emotion in her heart, but the fingers that were touching his chest seemed to be slightly cold... The man suddenly raised his eyebrows, a little strange that he could feel the trace of coldness even through the thick winter clothes. Cold, hallucination? Or is the old injury in the chest that was always cold to the bone marrow recurring
The old illness that has been settled for a long time, unexpectedly recurred at this moment, and the eyes of the woman opposite were shrouded in mist, such an untraceable feeling made him feel a little dazed for no reason.
He is an interesting person...
All kinds of thoughts were only for a moment, and the next moment he closed his eyes, half turned around, and met Qiu Shangqi's questioning eyes.
"Oh, I killed."
The tone was understated, like mentioning an ant that was trampled to death.
Qiu Shangqi's eyes widened in shock, and the indifferent smile on the elegant and cool face of the man in front of him made him gasp, and then he remembered the legend about this man in Dijing, the vicious vicious vicious and moody behind those flamboyant and gorgeous, He couldn't help but immediately concealed his surprised expression, and said in a harmonious voice: "It doesn't matter if you kill him, it must be the concubine who rushed into you rudely?"
Still interrupting him again, the light-fur man casually rolled up his cuffs, and his tone was as calm as the wind that melted the broken snow in this winter.
"Is there a reason to kill someone?"
"Is there a reason to kill someone?"
"Need a reason?"
"do you need?"
"Don't you need it?"
Wrapped in half-dry clothes, Feng Zhiwei dragged a broom and shivered as she walked on the snow-covered road in the early morning, muttering this incomparably domineering answer.
That guy who looks as elegant as a green bamboo in the snow is so speechless when he speaks. Feng Zhiwei always thinks that she has good concentration, so she couldn't help shaking when she heard this sentence.
I thought that even if my uncle wasn't furious, he would definitely be displeased. Unexpectedly, my uncle laughed dryly, as if he was already used to the way this person spoke. Never approached.
After the two exchanged a few words of pleasantries, the uncle was sent away, and the man suddenly let go of her and left after the uncle left. Before leaving, he gave her a meaningful look, and he could see that she was covered in goose bumps.
Feng Zhiwei crossed her arms, and sighed helplessly, what bad luck... After all these years of swallowing his anger, it was so easy for him to catch a chance to kill someone for the first time, but he was caught right away.