"Zhilan, let go, fourth brother wants to save you!" Feng Xizi pushed his palm, but the more he pushed, the tighter his grip became.
"What's going on?" Feng Yu tried to use brute force to pull her away, but Mo Zhilan, who had only one breath left, still held Feng Xizi tightly and refused to let go.
"Zhilan——"
Feng Xizi bit her lip and watched him vomiting blood. The blood on his back dyed his silk clothes red and even dripped along his back to the ground. But he was still stubborn and wanted her answer.
He said that he could die for her and give his life for her.
Once, twice... He told her through his actions that Feng Xizi was more important than Mo Zhilan's life.
Over the years, she has loved, hated, regretted, and forgotten...
However, the three words "Mo Zhilan" were imprinted in her heart, and she could not erase them no matter what.
It rained from the sky for four days and four nights. Mo Zhilan's heart was washed by the cold rain, and her palms were covered with Mo Zhilan's blood.
This man is the only one in the world.
This man was only willing to die for her alone in his whole life...
She leaned into his ear and said softly, "I believe in you. In this life, I only believe in you."
Feng Yu's eyes widened in shock. He felt Mo Zhilan's hand loosen and he closed his eyes.
After four days and four nights, he could finally face the endless darkness with peace of mind.
Because he knew that Feng Xizi would not leave.
【Liu'er】
Two carriages were driving on the official road to the imperial capital. They looked very ordinary in appearance. Although they were larger than ordinary carriages, they did not attract anyone's attention.
The two men driving the carriage were surprisingly handsome. The one in the front was strong and straight, and the one in the back was suave.
Feng Yue waved her whip and drove the horse to gallop, with an angry look on her face. She bit her teeth up and down, left and right, front and back no less than a hundred times.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the more I think about it, the more angry I get.
How could he, the world-famous second young master of the Feng family, be reduced to driving a carriage for others?!
Okay, he had no objection to driving the carriage for his little sister, but for the sake of Mao, his "enemy" was sitting in the carriage!
When he thought that his dear sister was so tender towards that guy, he... wished he could transform into a werewolf and bite him to death.
Which string did he have the problem with in the first place? How could he help him persuade his little sister to change his mind?!
roar!
The thick brocade curtain in front of the carriage door was beautifully embroidered, covering the warm air inside the carriage.
There are small carved spaces on the nanmu car walls, on which books, tea sets, fruits, and even medicine jars are arranged.
A small wooden table of medium size was placed in front of the car door, with incense, pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and account books and memorials on it.
Behind the wooden table is a spacious low couch, complete with feather quilts and soft pillows, including a sickly and beautiful man.
After checking an account, Feng Xizi was about to take a pen to make comments when her skirt was pulled. She turned to look at the handsome man leaning on the soft couch.
"What's wrong?"
"It's been half an hour." He moved his thin lips and coughed weakly, "It's time for you to take a rest."
Feng Xi's purple eyebrows raised, this guy wouldn't be so bored that he was counting the time to look at her - turning his eyes, he saw the hourglass in the cabinet recording the time accurately, exactly half an hour.
"Dear His Majesty the Emperor, let me remind you that if you don't approve these accounts now, I will not enter the palace with you when you enter the imperial capital."
She smiled but didn't smile and glared at him fiercely, "Or are you planning to follow me back to Feng Mansion?"