Bai Yuegang of Prince Ning's Mansion

Chapter 70 Take care of yourself

Song Shimiao opened the window and looked out, the sun had already set and it was time for dinner.

Turning back to Zhao Fengnian, he said, "Hurry up, or you may starve to death."

After dusting off his clothes, he opened the door and walked into the courtyard.

The men are all a bit cautious, they are sorry for the general hurting the princess today.

But all the fools just felt sorry, and really didn't know what to do to apologize for their general.

They all knew the ins and outs of the matter, including the general jumping into the pond.

But what's the matter? It's not uncommon to be exposed to the wind and snow on the battlefield and not take a bath for ten and a half months.

Why did the general fall into the water and make a move on the weak princess? This is not in line with common sense, and there must be a misunderstanding.

But none of them dared to ask the prince directly, or to explain to the concubine who seemed easy to talk to.

I can only be awkwardly caught in the middle, so it's not difficult.

Ruixue naturally knew that it was none of their business, and she didn't need to anger the people around Zhao Fengnian.

In fact, she didn't hate Zhao Fengnian at all in her heart. For some reason, she always felt that Zhao Fengnian didn't hurt her on purpose.

She can't get married yesterday and just make up with others immediately. She wants to use the name of Concubine Ning, and she can't escape to have contact with Zhao Fengnian.

In short, the relationship between the two should not be frozen because of these things.

If you suffer a little grievance, just accept it, who knows that you are still a dish now, if you want to wrestle with others, you have to have that strength.

But I can't hurt myself in vain. If I can't beat it, can I still punish my heart? If Zhao Fengnian feels uncomfortable, Ruixue can still do it.

Good wine and good food are served, hey, I just won’t let you eat, if you keep shrinking, you will always be hungry.

Zhao Fengnian ignored the hunger in his belly and remembered the candy ball he ate earlier.

The light outside dimmed. He took off the white gauze covering his eyes, opened the back window and turned out.

Jingfeng heard the noise and wanted to follow, but was grabbed by Song Shimiao.

"Don't worry about him, let's eat first."

Jing Feng took the opportunity to sit back: "Then what should the general do?"

Song Shimiao drank a cup, raised his chin and looked at Ruixue: "He won't die from hunger."

This woman is very interesting, she looks docile, and she is not soft at all.

But Zhao Fengnian, you deserve it.

Zhao Fengnian's eyes sparkled in the setting sun, like the morning star that rose first and set last in the sky.

It is difficult to compete with the sun and the moon, but it always exudes a reassuring light, guiding the way for those who are lost.

The evening wind blew over his eyebrows, eyes and hair, and there was a messy and cheerful chatter and laughter behind him.

The girl's voice stands out.

She said: "Everyone eats and drinks well."

"I don't feel pain anymore," she said.

Zhao Fengnian walked into Jingfeng's room, and the sugar balls and meals on the table, including the bowl of ginger soup that he didn't like very much, had been cleaned up.

He grabbed his ill-fitting clothes and turned to leave.

In the abandoned warehouse, Zhao Fengnian turned the mechanism, the floor bounced off, revealing the stairs extending downwards, lit a torch, and walked in.

The basement has a huge space, and the rows of Duobao Pavilions have long been vacant, with a thick layer of dust accumulated.

Zhao Fengnian went to the corner, picked up the box that was no longer visible on the ground, took out a few pieces of parchment inside, and put it in his arms.

Walking out of the warehouse, he jumped onto the tallest banyan tree in Prince Ning's mansion, and lay down on the thick trunk.

It is late autumn now, the leaves are yellow and withered, and in the dark Ning Palace, only one place is lit.

The yard is not big, but it is full of people. There are laughter and smoke rising from the kitchen.

Zhao Fengnian returned to his childhood in a trance, the courtyard was once as lively as it is today, which makes people feel at ease.

A Niang ordered people to prepare food and wine, because Dad is coming back from the north today.

He wanted to see Father soon and show off to him the skills he had learned recently, so he climbed up the tallest tree in the mansion, and stared eagerly at the gate of the mansion.

But what they brought back was father's bones, he didn't believe it, and neither did mother.

A Niang said, Dad is too careless, he can't always take care of himself, she is going to take care of Dad, so I don't want to hate her.

He wanted to say, how could he hate A Niang, but the spurting blood drowned his whole body.

Zhao Fengnian's breathing was a little short, and his head hurt. Why did he think about those things? It's been a long time.

He tried his best to control his emotions, trying to calm himself down, but those near-distant voices, laughing noises somehow turned into the roaring and chopping sounds on the battlefield.

Like a steel needle, it pierced into his brain as well as his heart.

The clothes in his hands were about to slip off, and the silky cool material rubbed against his skin, as if trying to escape from his hands.

Zhao Fengnian grabbed it and whimpered in a low voice: "You are not allowed to leave me. You are not allowed..."

Naturally, Ruixue didn't know that the punishment she thought would cause Zhao Fengnian such pain.

It's just a little girl's trick, to neglect him and starve him for a meal or two.

She didn't even know that Zhao Fengnian was not in the room at all, and she tried very hard to show her open-mindedness, expressing that she was willing to get along well with him.

If it was really a misunderstanding, he only needs to walk out of that door, and Ruixue can forget the past.

Song Shimiao found it very interesting, and he was very happy, and deliberately cooperated with Ruixue to create an atmosphere.

Thoughtful and meticulous, he certainly knew what the two of them were up to.

But Pavilion Master, is it a little too much for you to do this? Knowing that the prince is not there, you are still here to make a fool of yourself. Is it addictive to play with the princess?

The enlightened Jingfeng also felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what position he should use to say a few words.

Song Shimiao kept poking at him, so he could only eat with his head down and drink two more glasses with his brothers.

He said silently in his heart: "General, take care of yourself."

Halfway through the banquet, the moon rose like a silver plate.

The autumn wind is strong, and the atmosphere is just right. After she said this for a long time, Zhao Fengnian's room was still quiet, and even the lights were not turned on.

Also, the eyes are not good, and the lighting is useless.

Ruixue thought, anyway, she has made her position very clear, if he is not a fool, he should come out and reconcile with her.

A gust of breeze blows, Ruixue feels a little drunk.

It's really irritating, what do you want, just give me a word.

Lifting his feet, he went to Zhao Fengnian's room, Xiaotao and Xiaoxing hurried to follow.

Just as Ruixue raised her hand to push the door, the door opened from the inside.

Zhao Fengnian's body smelled like autumn leaves, and his dark and shining eyes fell into Ruixue's eyes like stars.

For a moment, Ruixue felt that she forgot to breathe.

Zhao Fengnian, how dare you look prettier than me.

The reek of alcohol made Ruixue forget why she came to him, but she didn't want to take her eyes off his face.

(End of this chapter)