Fengmou in troubled times

The icy snowflakes are mixed with the fine raindrops, and with the gray sky as the background, they pile up gloomyly in front of the eyes, which makes people feel bored in their hearts.

The little girl Xuefu, who leaned on her chin and stared blankly out the window for a long time, sighed boredly, rubbed her eyes, got up and walked to the bed, stretched out her hand to test the temperature on the forehead of the little boy lying on the bed, turned around and rushed to the girl sitting by the stove. Feng Yao shouted: "Sister Feng Yao, why can't the young master get rid of this fever?"

The girl who was concentrating on embroidering the brocade handkerchief in her hand just nodded and didn't turn her head to look at the little girl who just turned 12 and couldn't calm down for a moment when she was assigned to this room, and said, "Wring another piece of cold handkerchief." Put it on for the young master."

"Oh." Xue Fu responded, changed her handkerchief and went back to Feng Yao's side, "Sister Feng Yao, I heard from the nuns in the mansion that it would be the best to be assigned to take care of Young Master Yun." Good job. You are so beautiful, smart and capable, why didn't you want to be assigned to the young master's room at that time?"

Feng Yao shook her head, but the embroidery work in her hand was not messy, "You little girl, do you think it's not good to dislike your current job?"

When Xue Fu heard it, he waved his hands hastily: "No, no, sister Fengyao can't wrong me like this! It's my great blessing to be able to work in the house! How dare Xue Fu complain?"

Seeing the little girl's anxious and aggrieved look, Feng Yao couldn't help laughing: "Okay, okay, sister is just joking with you. They all thought that Young Master Xuan was smart and smart since he was a child, and he was loved by the master, but they forgot Our young master is the real son of the master. Besides, although our young master is born stupid, he is very quiet and well-behaved, he will not criticize the servants nor beat and scold us, isn't he the best master to take care of?" She said and put down her hands The mandarin duck Jinpa raised his hand to straighten out Qi Liu Haier for the little girl, "You have only been here in the young master's yard for a short time, but you should also see that the master comes to visit the young master every day, and the young master is even more free whenever he is free." I'm just tired of being here. And before our young lady entered the palace to be a concubine, she also cherished the young master the most." Seeing Xuefu's half-understanding look, Feng Yao pinched her cheek, and said with a smile : "You're still young, you'll understand when you look at it slowly. Our young master is the most favored in this mansion, so those of us who can take care of him are the most leisurely and comfortable servants in the mansion."

Nodding obediently, Xuefu jumped up from the chair and grinned at Fengyao, "Then Xuefu will follow the elder sister to take good care of the young master!" She walked towards the big bed where the young master was sleeping, mouthing He also murmured: "Oh, the young master has been ill for a long time now, and the bitter soup is not getting better after drinking it. I really don't know why the young master fell into the frozen pool Well..." She muttered and took off the veil from the boy's forehead, but she jumped when she touched the boy's skin, "Sister Feng, Fengyao! It's not good! Come and see! Young, young master he It was scorching hot just now, why, why is my body cold now!"

Feng Yao was also startled into a cold sweat, quickly dropped the embroidery in his hand, and ran to the bed, only to see the little boy lying on the bed with a pale face, motionless, indeed not even breathing.

"Sister Feng, Fengyao! What, what should I do? Is the young master dead? The master will definitely not spare us when he returns home..." The little girl was young after all, looking at the boy's cold body, she couldn't help but Wept softly.

"Why are you panicking!" Covering the little girl's mouth, Feng Yao regained her composure, and scolded in a low voice: "Go quickly, go and invite Young Master Yun to come over!"

It was the first time Xuefu saw her so stern and serious, and she was so frightened that she forgot to continue crying, "Yu, Young Master?"

Holding the little girl's arm, Feng Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to calm herself down, "Yes, go and invite Master Yi to come over." She looked into the little girl's panic-stricken eyes, and said solemnly: "Xue Fu, you must not be the first Panicked! When you see Young Master Yun in a while, you just say that the young master woke up, please come and talk to Young Master Yun!"

Xue Fu was taken aback when he heard that, "What? You said the young master is awake?"

Regardless of whether the little girl could understand what she meant, Feng Yao pulled the cloak on the shelf and put it on her, and led the little girl all the way to the door. "Xue Fu, you must remember what my sister said. If you want to live, don't panic! Tell Master Yun calmly that the Master is awake, please come and talk!" She pinched the little girl's shoulders and held her Push the door out, "Must remember! Go quickly."

Watching Xue Fu stumbling out, Feng Yao stood leaning against the door frame for a long while, letting the cold wind blow through her clothes, then she woke up, gritted her teeth and turned to enter the door.Staggering all the way back to the bed, Feng Yao stared blankly at the boy lying in the brocade quilt, tears could not stop falling down.Speaking of which, when she was sent to Feng Mansion, she was not a few years older than Xue Fu today, and the young master was just born at that time.In the past few years, she grew up with the young master, and she also complained why the young master was a fool born with mental insufficiency, which made them such servants hopeless for promotion, but in the end, she still cherished this child who lost his mother since childhood.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Feng Yao couldn't help but raised her trembling hand and reached out to the boy on the bed, wanting to touch his tender and delicate cheek again.She has never understood why the young master was born with picturesque features and white skin, why God refuses to give him a normal mind, and now wants to cruelly take his life away.And she, who keeps saying she pities this child, wants to use his death to make a fuss in order to save her and Xue Fu's lives... As long as Xue Fu and herself can insist that the young master just woke up by himself, let the young master come After discovering the young master's death, the master will not be particularly harsh on her and Xuefu, so that they can save their lives in Fengfu...

Just when Feng Yao's fingertips were about to touch the boy's skin, suddenly a cold and soft little hand pinched her wrist, with little force, but Feng Yao couldn't move for a while.She raised her head in surprise, and met the young master's clear eyes. The clear and innocent eyes in the past are now full of indifference and deep insight into the world.Except for Young Master Yun, Feng Yao has never seen a child with such shocking eyes, and now such eyes appear on the young master's face... Seeing the young master gradually frowning, Feng Yao finally came to his senses , and forgot to keep guessing how the young master came back from the dead for a moment, so he hurriedly stood up and stood aside, and whispered: "Young master, do you feel better?"

Master?Feng Yinran, who had just woken up, smirked when he heard the words. A moment ago, he was imprisoned in the icy hell of the ghost world and tortured by the icy wind knife. How could he become the young master in the mouth of a beautiful maid in ancient costume at this moment?Pushed to sit up, Feng Yinran saw the maid staring at her in surprise, and didn't bother to explain anything to her, just rubbed her forehead and said bluntly: "Bring me some hot water, I want to take a bath Change clothes."

"Young, young master..." Feng Yao looked at the little young master sitting on the bed in horror. It was obviously the same face, but why did it look like a different person?The young master in the past couldn't even utter a complete sentence, but now he can call out servants?

Looking at Feng Yao's expression coldly, Feng Yinran couldn't help frowning again, could it be that there is something wrong with her identity as a young master, why did she make such a reaction out of a servant.It's a pity that no matter how hard he tries to recall, this body is like a blank sheet of paper, and his memory of the past only stays at the moment when he fell into the cold pool.Without caring about why this beautiful maid looked at her with such eyes, Feng Yinran said slowly, "What? Didn't you understand what I said?"

Feng Ruo was startled, knowing that the young master was getting impatient, he hurriedly agreed with Nu Nuo and left the room, calling people to prepare the young master's bathing things in a panic.

……Dividing line……

Hearing that Xuefu brought the news that Master Ran had woken up, Shao Surong, who was practicing calligraphy, threw away the brush in his hand, and rushed towards Nanyuan without wearing the cloak.Brought with the wind all the way into the room, Shao Suyun couldn't help but froze there when he saw the dense water vapor in the room, but he heard someone behind the screen say with dissatisfaction: "Can you close the door first, it's cold."

That voice belonged to Aran, but... Shao Suyun's heart tightened, and he closed the door with his backhand, blocking the eyes of the restless servants behind him from the door, and raised his legs towards the screen. go back.The little boy soaked in hot water was defeated by his direct gaze, and said rather angrily, "Do you have a habit of watching people take a bath?"

"You..." The expression on Shao Surong's face froze, and he pulled out the dagger from his waist, pointing directly at the boy's heart in the water, "You are not Aran, who are you?"

Feng Yinran, who seemed to have not seen the sharp dagger he was pointing at her chest, was upset when someone interrupted her interest in taking a bath. She only felt that his familiar title sounded particularly harsh at this moment.Self-consciously, she took the robe at the side and put it on her body, Feng Yinran stepped out of the tub, raised her eyes and looked coldly at the boy in brocade clothes who seemed to be the same size as her body, "Who are you? "

"I'm Shao Surong!" The sword in his hand was on the opponent's heart. Although Shao Surong was a little reluctant to hurt his best friend's body, the fear of Aran's body being taken over by other miscellaneous ghosts finally defeated his heartache.With a little effort in his hand, the sharp point of the sword pierced a little blood on the heart of the boy in a toga, Shao Surong ignored the mixed joy and sadness on the boy's face, and asked again: "Who the hell are you?" ?”

Bowing his head and smiling faintly, Feng Yinran murmured as if talking to himself: "Ah Yun, we grew up together in the orphanage in our previous life, stole and ate together, were imprisoned by the headmaster together, played tricks on everyone who looked down on us together, Find a job together after graduation, find your parents together, and even cross the Naihe Bridge together...Fortunately, we changed our faces, changed our voices, and didn't change our names..." He slowly raised his head, from the hazy tears in his eyes Seeing his own tear-filled eyes, "Ah Hong, why can't you recognize who I am..."

The dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and Shao Surong hugged Feng Yinran into his arms, letting his weak tears burst for the first time in seven years, "Aran! You brat! The past seven years Where did you go?! Mingming walked Huangquan Road together, and said on the Naihe Bridge that if you drink Mengpo soup, you will walk together in this life, but you left me here alone, guarding your soulless and mindless place. The body..." In their previous life, they were just vagrants at the bottom of society, relying on their own efforts to move forward in the gap between orphanages, schools and survival.Just when they finally graduated and had their own jobs, and their lives were gradually getting on the right track, suddenly a man who claimed to be Shao Surong's biological father appeared in front of them, bringing with him a wealthy and extraordinary family background, but also a lack of support. haze of death.After being lost in the underworld and Feng Yinran, Shao Suyun often couldn't help recalling the past, and even more resented himself for involving Aran in the dispute of the wealthy family.

With his accusations in his ears, Feng Yinran suddenly felt that those years of living in the icy purgatory were no longer worth mentioning.Patting Shao Surong's back comfortingly, Feng Yinran said helplessly: "You have taken care of this body for me for so many years, do I need to pay you protection money?"

Shao Suyun raised his head from his shoulder, looking at his bright eyes, he couldn't laugh or cry, reached out and gently touched the tiny scar on Feng Yinran's heart, Shao Suyun asked cautiously, "Does it hurt?"

How can this little injury compare to the cold wind with a knife in the icy hell... Feng Yinran twitched the corners of her lips, just shook her head slightly, pulled Shao Suyun back to her big bed, Wrapped up together in your own warm quilt. "At any rate, you've lived here a few years longer than me. Aren't you going to tell me something about this place?"

"Oh." Seeing Feng Yinran's chilly look, Shao Suyun tucked the quilt for him, got up and gave him a hand stove, turned around to find a pen and paper, and started to write and draw at the table . "As far as I know, this is the Rongshao Kingdom in the Bingbo Continent in the world of Kuoxu. The level of development is similar to ours in the middle of the ancient Ming Dynasty, but the official rank is different. Now the emperor is called Shu Yanrong, and there is only one prince. The name of your father here is Fengtong, the right prime minister of Rongshao Kingdom, besides your son, there is also a daughter named Feng Mingyan, who was married into the palace and became a queen at the beginning of this year. As for me, It is said that he was adopted by Uncle Feng, but everyone in the Feng family treats me like a young master like you."

He said and handed the written piece of paper to Feng Yinran, "This is the interpersonal relationship diagram centered on you. Although you were a mentally handicapped child before, these things should be kept in mind now."

Glancing at him dissatisfied, Feng Yinran glanced at what was written on the paper, and suddenly asked: "Feng Mingyan is 16 years old this year, so, how old is Emperor Yin this year?"

Unexpectedly, he would care about this. Shao Suyun moved his fingers and replied, "Probably about the same age as your father. It is said that since your sister was born, the emperor has asked her to enter the palace by name. Uncle Feng objected, but , you know, the imperial power is supreme here."

"Feng Tong... No, I should call him Lord Father now." The memories of the previous life and the pain in hell, and the life he wants to integrate into now, are so chaotic that Feng Yinran is a little uneasy.Raising her hand to press the slightly painful forehead, Feng Yinran didn't know how hard she had to work hard to keep her brows from frowning, "What kind of person is he?"

How can his exhausted appearance escape Shao Suhong's eyes.Involuntarily pressing Feng Yinran to force him to lie down, covering him with the quilt, Shao Surong rubbed his cheeks mercilessly, and said with a smile: "He is a very good and kind person. You, me, and the people around you are all very good. Come on, there is no need to rush to know these things now, let’s rest first. Uncle Feng will come to see you when he finishes his work in a while. If you are not ready When you see him, just pretend to be asleep."

"Did you say that the child from before was a mentally handicapped child?" Although sleepy and tired, Feng Yinran still insisted on refusing to fall asleep. "Do you know why he fell into the cold pool?" Seeing Shao Suyong's bewildered expression, Yin Ran couldn't help but sigh, "He was pushed down by someone, that child died after being pushed down the pool by a woman." It fell!"

His hands stiffened, "What?!" Shao Surong forgot to lower the volume, and shouted loudly, "You said someone wanted to kill you?!"

Feng Yinran hastily covered his mouth with his hand so that he would not disturb the servants waiting outside the door. "Well, I can see the memory of the child before it fell, with a pair of sneering eyes, although a little blurry, but I'm sure it's a young woman."

Could it be someone from the mansion... Shao Suyong pondered for a moment, and comforted him: "Don't think about it, just cultivate your body quickly. Now that you are reborn through this serious illness, it is estimated that Uncle Feng No one dares to question your love for you. When you recover, we will slowly find out who the woman who wanted to harm you is. Go to sleep. "

Seeing Shao Suhong turned around to leave, Feng Yinran hurriedly took his hand, and couldn't help asking softly: "I'm not dreaming, right? When I wake up, Ah Hong, you will be by my side, right?"

It's been a long time since I saw Aran showing such a childish expression... My heart softened, and Shao Suying took his hand back and carefully stuffed it back into his bed, "If you don't worry, I'll have someone take me Can I move my bedding here to accompany you?"

With a flushed face, Feng Yinran buried her face in the quilt from embarrassment, and muttered, "You really think I'm a child? Hurry up and leave."

"Okay, okay." Shao Surong agreed in a repeated voice, and when he walked to the door, he still didn't forget to turn his head and said: "Cover the quilt, and be careful of catching cold. Why are your claws so cold..."

The closed door kept Shao Suyong's concerned nagging out of the door, and Feng Yinran, who just poked his head out, looked at his thin and slender hands, and couldn't help a wry smile on his lips.That's right, even though his body has just soaked in hot water, there is still no warmth at all, just like the icy purgatory that has trapped him for 700 years... He clenched his fists violently, letting his nails dig into his palms, Feng Yin suddenly looked at him. Looking at the gorgeous and elegant strange decorations around him, he laughed at himself.Having experienced such a helpless and innocent death in his previous life, as well as the torment of the icy purgatory in the Palace of the King of Hades, he is desperate, and never wants to be a poor person who can't protect himself and the one he loves!God!Since you have given me a new life, I will never be manipulated by anyone again!