The sky over the rivers and lakes is very clear

Chapter 102

Zhu Huihui interrupted, "Great hero, if you keep rambling on, 'Shuixing' will be even more hopeless!"

Feng Xue was so angry that she shook off her hand. It had been over a month since she'd last seen her, and this girl's ability to annoy people had only grown stronger! After taking a few steps, she sensed something, then grabbed her belt and swept her forward.

Zhu Huihui was already used to being carried in his hands, and playfully grabbed his waist.

Feng Xuese felt an itch on her waist and almost lost her inner strength. She couldn't help but scold, "Zhu Huihui!"

"Yes, sir!"

"If you touch me again, I'll throw you into the fishpond to feed you!"

"Yes, hero!" Zhu Huihui pretended to be very proper and put his hands together in front of his chest; "Hero, shall I tell you a story while we run?"

Feng Xuese hummed in agreement. He knew that although Zhu Huihui was usually quite irresponsible, she was very good at prioritizing things. If it wasn't something particularly important, she would never tell him any stories at a time like this.

"In short, the families of Generals Yu and Qi were mixed in with a merchant caravan and were about to be sent to Japan as hostages. The Twelve Zodiac Envoys of the Blood Tower were unable to rescue them and all of them died in battle in order to send out this news. I barely managed to escape, and then Brother Liuyue escorted me to find you."

Feng Xuese was startled and stopped abruptly in her tracks: "What?"

Zhu Huihui said, "This is a long story—hero, Miss Mu is ahead."

Ahead, on the embankment, willows droop like ribbons, and a slender figure stands there, gazing intently at the darkness, eagerly awaiting discovery.

The candle inside the lamp had burned out, and the warmth that had once enveloped her had been extinguished. Looking at her in the night, her slender, fragrant shoulders seemed to bear only loneliness.

The bamboo umbrella, which had been opened, was placed at her feet. A gust of wind blew by, flipping the umbrella over. It rolled a few times on the embankment and then fell into Dongting Lake.

As Chen Muwan looked at the two figures approaching, a sudden sense of loss caused her eyes to dim. She had to take a deep breath to barely suppress the unease swelling in her heart: "Young Master Feng, Miss Zhu, you're back!" Shao Jiayi said, her voice trembling slightly.

Feng Xuese hummed in agreement and asked with concern, "Miss Mu, are you alright?"

A mist suddenly appeared in Chen Muwan's eyes, and she lowered her head: "I...I'm fine, but...what about that person?"

"They were chased away by the hero!" Zhu Huihui said. How could this Miss Mu be so foolish! Look at her face, it's as blue as a ghost. Even in that state, she's still stupidly waiting to leave. What if the hero takes another route? Wouldn't she just be waiting to die?

Feng Xuese placed Zhu Huihui on the ground: "Huihui, you accompany Miss Mu back to the manor slowly. I'll go back and check first!" If it were just Zhu Huihui alone, he could carry her back, but Miss Mu was also there, and he couldn't leave her behind.

Zhu Huihui pouted and reluctantly said "Oh".

Feng Xuese touched her hair: "Be careful!" With a flick of her wrist, she dashed forward.

In the vast night, his silhouette was as ethereal as a white crane. If not told, who would know that this man was actually blind?

Zhu Huihui and Chen Muwan were both a little stunned. After a long while, Zhu Huihui coughed and said, "Miss Muwan, let's go!"

Chen Muwan replied, "Okay!"

She took a few steps forward, but felt dizzy. Her body was really weak. She had only held on until now because she was thinking about Feng Xuese's "Wait for me." Now, Feng Xuese's graceful departure seemed to have taken away her life force as well. Her spirit and strength were exhausted, and she could not help but sway.

Just as Chen Muwan was about to collapse, Zhu Huihui reached out and roughly grabbed her arm: "Never mind! I'll help you up!"

What a shrew! Leaving such a sickly person for her to take care of! Humph! If it weren't for Mr. Chen and Mrs. Wan's sake, she wouldn't bother with this fragile porcelain doll at all!

Chen Muwan's lips were bluish-white: "Thank you, Miss Zhu!"

Zhu Huihui said, "You're welcome!"

Zhu Huihui helped Chen Muwan walk forward, but Chen Muwan's constitution was too weak. She hadn't gone far before she was panting heavily and had to stop to rest. After doing this two or three times, Zhu Huihui finally became impatient: "At this rate, we won't reach Xuan Yue Water Island until the middle of the night!" She couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Chen Muwan was very perceptive and said apologetically, "Miss Zhu, why don't you go back and check the situation first? I'll walk slowly and arrive in a little while longer."

"That's great!" The three words almost burst out. But Zhu Huihui thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "The hero told me to go with you. If I go first, he'll scold me!"

Chen Muwan paused for a moment: "Young Master Feng...can swear?"

"Yes, he will! When he's bored, he'll vent his anger on me!" Anyway, since Feng Xuese isn't around, Zhu Huihui talks badly about him behind his back. It's his fault for always scolding her; scolding and yelling are pretty much the same thing.

Chen Muwan could hear the intimacy in her tone. She said "Oh" and forced a smile: "That means you're treated like a younger sister, right?"

Zhu Huihui didn't care at all: "What sister? Who cares!"

Chen Muwan asked with some curiosity, "You don't like being Young Master Feng's sister?"

"What's so great about being his sister?" Zhu Huihui said disdainfully. "You can't do this, you can't do that, you'll either be beheaded or have your hands and feet cut off! The only good thing about being his sister is that you'll die a little faster!"

Chen Muwan's voice was tinged with laughter: "How could that be! Young Master Feng is... a very good person!"

Zhu Huihui smiled too. Looking ahead, Xuan Yue Water Island was still quite far away, but the fire was gradually weakening. She didn't know if it had burned until there was nothing left to burn, or if the fire had been extinguished. She was worried about Feng Xuese and was truly fed up with Chen Muwan's snail-paced pace. An idea popped into her head.

"Miss Mu, let me take you away!"

Chen Muwan was stunned: "Huh?" Taking her away? What does that mean?

Zhu Huihui grunted in agreement, grabbed Chen Muwan's belt with one hand and her collar with the other, then with a quick pull, tucked her under her armpits, a disdainful smirk playing on her lips. "Tch! Does Chen Muwan even weigh eighty pounds? Such a big person, and she's not even as heavy as my Huihui!" Before Zhu Huahua was fattened up by Xiye Yan, she often carried, slung, or hugged her like this, especially when she'd done something naughty. She'd often run for miles with her in her arms. Chen Muwan wasn't much heavier than a chicken; carrying her was a piece of cake!

Chen Muwan was shocked. It turned out that when she said she was being "forced" away, she really meant it! As a lady from a respectable family, she had never been treated so improperly. Overwhelmed with fear and trembling, she struggled fiercely: "Miss Zhu, let me go! Put me down!"

Zhu Huihui impatiently patted her head and shouted, "Ouch! Don't move! You're going to fall! Oh no..." Amidst the shouts, she ran towards Xuan Yue Water Island with Chen Muwan in tow.

Chen Muwan felt a surge of bitterness in her heart, and tears streamed down her face.

Zhu Huihui was also very dissatisfied. What?! Even Miss Mu doesn't ride Zhu Huahua! When she carries Huahua away, Huahua never moves, unlike this young lady who kicks and thrashes all over the place, it's exhausting!

Jianghu Tianhenqing II 82009-08-10 17:13 Following his intuition, Fengxuese swept towards Xuanyue Water Island.

He leaped up, landing on a blue stone. Yes! This was the place. Below the embankment, there was a hollow rock; the sound of the lake water lapping against it was different from elsewhere, rising and falling repeatedly. The stone slab here should be engraved with plum blossom patterns in intaglio. He gently probed it with his foot, and the sensation under his foot confirmed his judgment; then he leaped up again…

He could faintly hear the sound of flames leaping in his ears, and his speeding figure suddenly stopped.