Chapter 55 Xuan Tianming, who gave you the guts to destroy my things?
Xianya Tower is a restaurant and a special place in Beijing.
To say it is special, the most important thing is its location.
There is a lake in the center of the capital, which has always been the most interesting place for leisurely people. Every night, many people will go boating on the lake, listen to the music of the piano, drink a cup of tea, shake the folding fan in their hands, and pull the wind handle
13 girl clothes, nothing bad.
And in the middle of the lake in the heart of the city, there is a restaurant built on the lake. It is the most expensive restaurant in the capital, the best food, and the most difficult to find a location. It is the Xianya Restaurant.
All diners who come to Xian Ya Restaurant for dinner must first pay money to hire a small rowing boat by the lake and ask the boatman to take you to the door of the restaurant. After the meal, they will hire a small rowing boat to row back.
This is how Feng Yuheng and the other three came to be.
Huang Quan was obviously very familiar with this Xianya Building. When he was still on the boat, he pointed to that place and introduced it to Feng Yuheng: "When Your Highness was nine years old, he drove it for fun. He didn't expect that he would become famous after driving around.
No matter whether you are a nobleman or a young lady in Beijing, you are proud to eat at Xianya Tower. In the past, it was difficult to book private rooms, but now it is not easy to even book dine-in meals."
Qingyu listened and asked, "Who is the person who invited our lady here?" She came to the Feng family after being hired by Prince Yu's Mansion, and her impression of His Highness in Huang Quan's mouth was very vague.
Huang Quan said with a smile: "Of course I am the master here."
Just as he was talking, the ship docked.
Someone in the restaurant immediately came forward to greet the guests. Seeing three girls coming up, a waiter asked: "Can we reserve a table for you three?"
Huang Quan greeted him with a fist: "I'm here and I need to book a table?"
The waiter was stunned and quickly recognized Huang Quan - "Yo! It's Miss Huang Quan."
Before he could say anything more, a well-dressed man who looked to be in his forties walked out of the Xianya Building. He nodded to Huang Quan and then bowed deeply to Feng Yu Heng: "Princess."
Then he turned sideways and made a gesture: "Please come inside, the prince is on the third floor."
Feng Yuheng was originally not very used to this title, but sometimes Wangchuan and Huangquan would call her that, so she wouldn't find it too abrupt. But when she heard that the person was on the third floor, the princess's name made her laugh.
She blushed slightly.
Huang Quan, who had always been laughing and joking, became serious after going up the stairs, making Qingyu also nervous.
It wasn't until the shopkeeper personally led the three of them to the door of a private room on the third floor that Feng Yuheng saw Bai Ze.
She twitched her eyebrows, remembering their first encounter in the mountains, and the purple lotus that had been floating in her mind and refused to go away became a little clearer.
The shopkeeper handed the three of them to Bai Ze and then returned downstairs. Bai Ze grinned at Feng Yuheng and said nothing. Feng Yuheng was so angry that she just gouged out his eyes.
Finally, Bai Ze could still think of business. After a while, he put away his smile, turned around, pushed the door open, and said inside: "Master, the person you are waiting for has arrived." Then he gestured to Huang Quan, and Huang Quan
Then he took Qingyu and left with Bai Ze.
Qingyu was uneasy at first, but Feng Yuheng nodded slightly to her, and then the little girl reluctantly followed Huang Quan.
Feng Yuheng herself stood at the door of the room, not daring to take a step closer for a long time.
One of the two people was inside the door, the other was outside the door, as if they were having an argument. No one said anything, the one on the inside didn't come out, and the one on the outside didn't go in. They stayed in a stalemate for as long as a stick of incense.
After all, it was the man inside who sighed helplessly: "My legs are inconvenient, so you can't let me go over and invite you in person."
Only then did she come back to her senses, but the words "my legs are inconvenient" made her heart twitch a few more times.
Feng Yuheng once imagined the scene when the two people met again. She once thought that she must first ask whose hands his legs and face were injured, and then write down the name of the enemy, and she must help him avenge him in the future.
She was indeed ready to say this now, but there were some words that she had clearly thought about in her heart, but the taste changed as soon as she said them.
Just like Feng Yuheng now, she entered the private room, closed the door, walked up to Xuan Tianming, and the first thing she said to him was: "I hurt my leg and ruined my face, why don't you just kill me
Are you going to lose your life?"
She really wanted to slap herself in the mouth!
Xuan Tianming was not surprised at all. This girl never gave him a kind word or a good look from the beginning to the end. Thinking about how he was treated in the mountains, he felt that it was pretty good now.
So he spread his hands, leaned on the back of his wheelchair, looked at her, and said, "If you lose your life, who will come back to Beijing to support you?"
She responded reflexively: "I would deal with them without you!"
Xuan Tianming laughed.
She looked at the man facing him and his lips curved upward slightly, and that curve just touched her heart. He was so deceptive that she couldn't continue to quarrel.
He stared blankly at the man in front of him. The gold mask was very delicate, and even had delicate carvings on it. The purple lotus loomed through the small hole between the eyebrows, strangely giving this man a somewhat demonic aura.
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She didn't think much about it, but without any warning, she raised her paw and went straight towards the mask.
But just when his fingertips touched the metal, he was gently held by a hand.
"What are you doing?" He said helplessly, "It's ugly."
She suddenly turned her head, her back to him, her little mouths pressed together stubbornly, and her eyes stared straight at an unknown corner.
There was a gush of liquid in the eyes that was forced to flow out, and it was painfully suffocating.
Xuan Tianming was also stunned. Looking at the awkward back, he felt that this girl seemed to be thinner than when she was in the mountains.
"The Feng family still dares not to give you a full meal?" He had a thought in his mind, so he asked casually, reaching out to pull her sleeves like a chatter, "I thought Mrs. Zhou went there.
At least they should know to restrain themselves later, why are you still so thin?"
She lost her temper because of him, turned around and opened his hand, "The food was okay after that. I have a good foundation, so I don't have to lose weight after eating too much."
Xuan Tianming had never heard of the word weight loss. After thinking about it for a while, he concluded that girls might be afraid of getting fat. He shook his head angrily: "How old are you? It's the time when you are growing taller. How can anyone say that?"
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"Hey!" Speaking of this, Feng Yuheng got excited. She twisted around and sat on the table with her legs dangling. "You also know that I'm young? I'm so small. Are you worried?
What kind of betrothal gift are you giving? They said they asked me to marry you at the age of fifteen, and I have never seen anyone so impatient. Besides -" she raised her eyebrows, "have you asked me if I am willing?"
"When I got married when I was young, no one asked me if I was willing." He told the truth, "It doesn't matter who of us said anything about the marriage."
Feng Yuheng frowned tightly, her legs that were dangling suddenly stopped, and she stared at him blankly——
"So you don't want to?"
Xuan Tianming shook his head, "What kind of logic is this?"
"Why did you pay such a heavy betrothal gift?" She asked the question she had always wanted to ask, "When did you know that I was the second young lady of the Feng family?"
He answered honestly: "I saw you at the gate of the city on the day I returned to Beijing, so I asked Bai Ze to check. Those betrothal gifts... are the medical fees I owe you."
She shook her head and stared into his eyes: "You have already paid the consultation fee."
"Twenty taels is too little."
"It's quite a lot. Without those twenty taels, I wouldn't be able to return to the capital."
Both of them were silent for a while.
He thought of seeing her in the mountains that night when she was picking up bad guys by flicking stones with her hands; he thought of her dragging him out of the crack in the mountain; he thought of her scraping his flesh and bones for him; he also thought of her loneliness when she left the beginning.
Thin figure.
And she thought about the thrilling escape from the northwest to the capital, relying solely on the twenty taels he gave her to support her.
Feng Yuheng's stubbornness relapsed in an instant, and she jumped directly from the table to Xuan Tianming, reaching out to grab the mask.
"Show me."
Xuan Tianming was startled by her and quickly caught her, avoiding her hand while shouting: "Hengheng, don't make trouble."
She tried several times but failed to grab it, so she obediently took her hand back, but he was still lying on him, one hand tightly grasping his front, and two tears rolled down.
Without any warning, Feng Yuheng cried.
She cried aggrievedly, but she didn't make a sound. Her throat was sore and painful, her two rows of silver teeth clenched loudly, and her nose was dripping with mucus.
In the years before Xuan Tianming went to the northwest to fight, many girls cried in front of him, including the daughter of the king of the opposite sex whose palace he burned down.
But no girl can cry so innocently and sincerely, and yet...with such disregard for image.
Suddenly, a feeling of distress came over her, and a strange feeling that she had never felt before came over her. Xuan Tianming subconsciously reached out and rubbed her soft hair, and said to her in a coaxing tone: "Be good, don't cry."
But she cried even harder.
He had no choice but to endure the pain in his legs from being pressed by her. He held the child in his arms and patted her back again and again.
Yes! This is a child. He is just twelve years old, a full eight years after he was born.
"Do you regret it? The person you want to marry is a disfigured lame man. Are you disappointed?"
He was teasing her on purpose, but who knew that Feng Yuheng, who was still crying in his heart in a very tasteless manner, suddenly raised her head. Although her tears were still hanging, she stopped sobbing and just stared at him for a long time.
He said quietly: "The leg that the doctor and I finally cured, why is it broken again?"
He took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped her tears and nose, "After you left, Bai Ze and I couldn't get out of the mountain safely, so we were ambushed at the mountain pass."
He said it easily, as if it was just a small fight.
In fact, that ambush almost killed him and Bai Ze.
"Who set up the ambush?" She thought for a moment, "An enemy country?"
He shook his head, "It doesn't look like this. This matter is under investigation. Don't take it too seriously."
Feng Yuheng was angry, "My legs are also lame, and my favorite face is ruined. Xuan Tianming, who gave you the courage to destroy my things like this?"...
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