Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 240
Besides Liu Yue, Yan Shenhan, Zhu Huihui who escaped, Qin Ersong San who was secretly following her, there should also have been that man in black present at the scene!
The black-clad man who assassinated him and Yan Shenhan was indeed unfathomably skilled in martial arts, capable of killing Qin Er and Song San silently!
But if that mark was left by the man in black, why would it be left near Hua Hua?
Could it be that he's stalking Liu Yuehao Huihui?
Nishino En became worried.
Feng Xuese remained silent.
He was thinking about the small wound on the throat of all the nuns killed at Luomei Nunnery. This method was so similar to breaking Yan Shenhan's bones.
Who exactly is this man in black?
In the misty rain, the flute's melody came and went, stirring a deep sense of melancholy in the listener.
Feng Xuese pondered quietly. Many things, even though more than a month had passed, still remained unanswered.
In the distance, the sound of light footsteps could be heard.
Feng Xuese turned her head slightly with a smile and called out, "Miss Mu!"
The arrival was at dawn and dusk.
He wore a light purple silk robe, held a light purple bamboo umbrella painted with ink wash in one hand, and carried a small bamboo basket with a few flowers on it in the other.
This beautiful woman, with porcelain-like skin and a gentle, charming demeanor, was like a purple iris blooming in the rain, soft and alluring.
Chen Muwan smiled and said, "Young Master Feng, Shuying said you went out for a walk early this morning and haven't taken your medicine yet, so I specially brought it to you." Shuying and Qindiao were her two maids.
Feng Xue smiled faintly: "I forgot about it as soon as I came out, and before I knew it, so much time had passed. Thank you for your help, Miss!"
Chen Muwan took out a jade bowl of emerald green from the bamboo basket, lifted the lid, and inside the bowl were two pills the size of longans. She placed the pills into Feng Xuese's hand, and then took out an antique-style purple clay teapot from the basket, touched its temperature, and placed it in his other hand.
She said softly, "Young Master Feng, although Muwan's medicine cannot cure the root cause, it is quite effective in nourishing the liver and kidneys, replenishing blood and improving eyesight. However, it is best to take it according to the dosage."
Feng Xuese put the medicine in her mouth, swallowed it with water, and then said sincerely, "Thank you, Miss Mu. But these things can be done by others. Miss is frail, and you are working so hard. How can I, Feng, dare to accept such a task!"
Chen Muwan gazed at him, a blush rising to her pale face. She lowered her head, tidying her bamboo basket, and whispered, "I was just going that way."
Maple Snow Color gave an "Oh".
Although he was a free spirit, he was never good at getting along with women—except for Zhu Huihui, of course, because she was so shameless that he hardly realized she was a girl!
Thinking of Zhu Huihui, a strong longing welled up in his foggy and depressed heart.
So much has happened lately, everyone is incredibly busy, and because of my poor eyesight, I've become quite idle.
If Zhu Huihui were still here, acting as my eyes, perhaps I could do many things too?
It's been over a month since she left, and despite continuous searches, there's still no trace of her. Where did Zhu Liuyue take the child? Has her injury healed?
Zhu Huihui, are you alright?
The drizzle was like powder, and the lake was like smoke.
Maple leaves and snow, morning and evening, walked silently along the embankment, no one uttering a word.
He was lost in thought, while she was a quiet and dignified young lady from a respectable family, too shy to speak much with a man—this handsome man beside her, though blind, possessed a heart brighter than anything else. She inexplicably felt drawn to his presence, yet feared that uttering even a single extra word would reveal her innermost secret, which would be utterly humiliating!
She didn't know when she had this thought.
She only remembered seeing him for the first time at the Xianyun Old Shop. She stood there and saw him emerge from behind the screen. His white robes were faded to gray, yet he still stood out from the crowd. She panicked a little and hurriedly made way for him, but accidentally stepped on a lotus seed and nearly fell. He then steadily supported her back with both hands. When he smiled at her, it was a warmth that touched her very heart.
Later, Uncle Feng said that he was a master.
She was physically weak and couldn't learn martial arts, but she did have some medical knowledge. Uncle Feng was right. But she could tell that he had unhealed injuries, so she sent a maid to deliver medicine to him.
She had thought it was just a fleeting encounter. After delivering the antidote for the Bloodstained Robe to Young Master Fang Jianwu on her mother's orders, she was about to return to Sorrowful Valley. Unexpectedly, Young Master Fang and his companions earnestly persuaded her to stay, saying that one of their brothers had been poisoned and injured his eye, requiring treatment. So she stayed, and soon after, she met the young master again.
So, he was the Snow-White Gentleman everyone was talking about.
Despite his poor eyesight, he remained composed and witty amidst the crowd. It's no wonder everyone considered it an honor to befriend such an elegant and composed man; indeed, his clothes were as white as snow, and his character as pure as snow...
As Chen Muwan walked, she secretly glanced at him. He... was truly a rare beauty. Although he rarely smiled, when he did, it was like a spring breeze, spring rain, and spring sunshine sweeping across the earth, full of vitality, and warming one's heart!
In her upbringing, peeping at a man was considered extremely rude, so even though she knew he wouldn't see her, her heart still pounded like a deer's, thump, thump, thump...
Feng Xuese's heart was as clear as the moon after a storm. He paid no attention to what the woman beside him was thinking, but silently memorized the path. He had walked this long embankment countless times, and he remembered every sensation under his feet clearly. He knew exactly where the curves and undulations were.
After walking for a long time, amidst the scent of rain and a faint fragrance, Fengxue suddenly stopped: "Miss Mu."
"Young Master Feng?"
"Is that Ningnuan Pavilion up ahead?"
Chen Muwan looked ahead and saw an exquisite octagonal pavilion not far away. At the foot of the pavilion's steps grew clusters of yellow daylilies in bloom. She smiled slightly and said, "Young Master Feng is very perceptive. This is indeed Ningnuan Pavilion."
Feng Xuese smiled and said, "I'm a little tired. Let's sit in Ningnuan Pavilion."
Chen Muwan held an umbrella, gazing at him from beneath it. The dim light of the day shone through the pale purple umbrella, casting a vibrant glow on her porcelain-white face, making her appear exceptionally beautiful.
She smiled gently and said, "Okay." She knew he was worried that she might not be able to keep up if they walked for too long, so he suggested they rest. She was secretly grateful for his thoughtfulness and consideration.
Ningnuan Pavilion has three steps. She put the bamboo basket aside and reached out to help him.
Feng Xuese couldn't see her movements; her figure simply floated lightly and swept into the pavilion.