The Cold-Faced God of War's Favored Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

Just then, she suddenly remembered something.

Feng Yanan's mood suddenly tensed up: "It's over, the mother and child in the space won't wake up. If the space is exposed, the consequences will be disastrous. Not only may she face unknown dangers, she may even be killed. She immediately contacted the little fox with her mind!

The little fox told her that he had not woken up yet, but it seemed that he would wake up soon.

"It's okay." She breathed out and calmed down.

Xiaohong noticed that Feng Yanan's face suddenly turned pale, and a trace of imperceptible tension and fear flashed in her eyes. She couldn't help but feel a little worried, so she walked to Feng Yanan and asked softly, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Feng Yanan looked up at Xiaohong, trying to hide her emotions, but her eyes revealed deep worry. She shook her head gently, trying to make herself look calmer, "Nothing, maybe I'm a little tired recently."

Xiao Hong didn't seem to believe this simple explanation. She looked at her young lady with sincere eyes. "Young lady, if you feel uncomfortable or have any problem, you must speak up. Don't keep it in your heart."

Seeing Xiaohong's worried and sincere eyes, Feng Yanan could only say: "I was thinking about Mr. Li's leg. I don't know how he is. Let's go to the villa now." Then he was about to go out.

"Miss, aren't we going to pray for blessings and then light lanterns today? If we go to the villa, we may not be able to make it in time for the prayer." Xiaohong said as she followed her.

"And didn't Feng Caiwei have a date with the young lady today?"

"Let her wait! I'm not in a hurry anyway!" Feng Yanan smiled evilly.

"Don't worry, she will wait no matter how late it is!"

After saying this, the two of them went to inform Feng Shengrui and drove the carriage to the other courtyard.

The carriage drove out of the gate of the general's mansion and entered the bustling market. There were shops on both sides of the street, and the aroma of various goods was dazzling. Pedestrians shuttled through the crowd, some busy and some leisurely, forming a vivid market picture. The carriage slowly passed through the crowd, and it was necessary to avoid pedestrians or stalls from time to time. Xiaohong drove the carriage steadily with her rich experience.

After leaving the market, the carriage drove into a quiet forest path. The trees here are lush and green, and the sunlight shines through the leaves onto the ground, creating mottled light and shadows. Occasionally, birds sing happily on the branches, and the crisp bird calls echo in the forest. The carriage shuttles through the woods, and the air is filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees, making people feel peaceful and comfortable.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the distance. Xiaohong turned her head to look inside the carriage and asked, "Miss, should we go over and take a look at the situation first?" Feng Yanan nodded and motioned Xiaohong to stop the carriage. The two then got off the carriage together and walked towards the direction of the sound.

On a patch of messy grass, two boys aged eight or nine were wrestling fiercely. Their faces were covered in sweat and dirt, their movements were rough and powerful, and they occasionally let out angry roars. Their bodies rolled on the grass, trying to seize each other's weaknesses to win the fight.

A little girl of about five or six was crying helplessly. Her little hands tightly grasped the corner of her clothes, tears flowed down her cheeks, and wet her skirt. She was obviously frightened by the fierce fight, and looked at the two fighting boys at a loss. "Brother, don't hit my brother!" she cried.

There were a few children around watching the fun. They were all dressed in rags, and some of their toes were exposed.

The fight lasted for a long time, and both boys were exhausted and covered in sweat. Finally, one of the boys defeated his opponent with great difficulty, relying on his unyielding perseverance and more skilled techniques. He was panting, his face flushed, and his eyes were full of the pride and joy of a winner.

However, after he won, he did not show off or laugh at the opponent like some children did. Instead, he took out a steamed bun that had been crushed and deformed from his bag and handed it to the opponent who had just been defeated.

"Here, this is yours." He said with a smile, his voice revealing sincerity and kindness.

The boy looked at him in surprise, obviously not expecting the opponent who had just defeated him to be so generous. He took the steamed bun, with a flash of gratitude and respect in his eyes.

"Thank you." He whispered, then took a bite of the steamed bun which had become a little hard.

This scene also surprised and impressed the other children around.

When Feng Yanan saw this scene, he knew that the child was no ordinary person.

Even the most intense conflicts and fights can be resolved through kindness and tolerance.

The whole scene became warm and touching, and Yanan could not help but feel sympathy when she saw this scene. She walked up and whispered to the children: "Why don't you go home? It's too dangerous. What if there are bad guys?"

When the children saw Feng Yanan and Xiaohong, they were a little surprised for a moment.