Sueños Florales en la Ciudad

Capítulo 86

"I have been studying medicine since I was a child."

"I know."

"Doctors don't judge people by their appearance."

"I've also heard that in the eyes of doctors, a person is just a piece of skin, a piece of muscle, a blood vessel, and an organ."

"Then, do you know that no matter how skillful the art of disguise is, even if Gao Mao can change his temperament, appearance, voice, smell, eye color, and even control his height, he cannot change his bloodline, heartbeat, or other characteristics?" Chen Muwan said calmly. "We've already met twice, so next time I'll definitely make sure Liu Yue recognizes you!"

Ye paused for a moment, then said with a smile, "I've never liked overly intelligent people, especially women."

Chen Muwan smiled slightly: "Why?"

“People who are too smart don’t live long,” the man sighed. “So, it seems I can’t keep you around.”

Feng Xuese gently pulled Chen Muwan behind her and said with a faint smile, "You'll have to ask me first!"

Although Ye's face was hidden behind a mask, he seemed to be smiling the whole time, and his voice was as calm as water: "The two of you are quite affectionate!"

With a flick of his wrist, the lantern in his hand flew out slowly and landed steadily on a willow tree on the embankment, swaying gently with the willow branches.

The short pole of the lantern remained in his palm. It was shaped like a flute, two feet long, and dark in color. It was neither iron nor gold nor jade. In the dim light, the light shimmered, and the body of the flute resembled a sky full of stars.

Chen Muwan exclaimed, "This... could it be the legendary Cloud-Piercing Moon-Locking Flute?"

Night slowly said, "Exactly."

Feng Xuese said calmly, “It is said that the Cloud-Piercing Moon-Locking Flute was once held by the Great Luo Golden Immortal Han Zhenren before his ascension. After his ascension, the flute disappeared without a trace, but it turns out that it fell into your hands! It is a pity that my eyesight is impaired and I cannot see it.”

Ye Dao asked, "Is this flute worthy of Young Master Feng's 'Snowy Color'?" He was referring to the long sword that had been hanging at Feng Xue Se's waist. Since the sudden encounter with the enemy at Ning Nuan Pavilion, this sword had never been drawn.

Feng Xuese lowered her head to look at the bamboo umbrella in her hand, and slowly said, "I accept!"

He opened the bamboo umbrella and held it over Chen Muwan's head: "Wait for me!"

The very calm tone sent a jolt through Chen Muwan: "Wait for me?"

Yes. He said, "Wait for me!"

The night rain fell in torrents, soaking her silk robes and dripping water from her hair. Her frail body was already succumbing to the cold, yet those two short words seemed to infuse her weak body with the most miraculous life-giving elixir.

But before she could say "I'll wait for you," his figure had already disappeared into the darkness.

She stood on the lakeside embankment, holding an umbrella, lost in thought, under the lonely lamp in the rainy night. The tides crashed against the shore, and although her body was afraid of the cold of the night, her heart was warmer than anything else.

The night is long and fraught with danger. Will he ever return?

Whether he comes back or not, she will wait.

Because he said, wait for me...

The fine rain was scattered by the lake breeze, resembling a thin mist. The long dike was submerged in the pitch-black night.

Feng Xuese calmly stepped onto a blue stone, her long hair flowing and her clothes fluttering. At her feet, clusters of daylilies bloomed profusely, exhaling a cool fragrance in the misty night.

Dozens of steps away, under the weeping willows, Ye, dressed in a dark, close-fitting outfit, had a ferocious mask on his face that added to his murderous aura. His deep eyes held a loneliness deeper than the night itself.

The two men faced each other from a distance, neither making the first move. Those who were about to fight to the death appeared remarkably calm.

Ye gazed at the Cloud-Piercing Moon-Locking Flute in his palm, his eyes sparkling like the stars on the flute: "Young Master Snow, do you have something to say?"

Feng Xuese nodded slightly, but only repeated the same question: "And who are you?"

Ye knew exactly what he was asking, but she just smiled and said, "My identity and background are not important. What is important is—I've always wanted to know, if only one of us could exist, who would it be?"

Feng Xuese gave a faint "Oh," and said, "Go ahead and make your move."

Ye paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "Your eyes are blind, I don't want to take advantage of you."

Feng Xuese raised his eyebrows slightly, a faint sarcasm appearing on his face: "Then, should I thank you for your concession?"

Ye said, "I know you are disdainful of my serious injuries to Xiye Yan and Yan Shenhan, but on the battlefield, any means are justified as long as the enemy can be killed. Besides, I spared their lives, which can be considered as showing mercy."

He showed absolutely no shame or unease when it came to such a despicable act as attacking from behind.

Feng Xuese sighed, "Your viewpoint is very similar to that of a friend of mine."

"friend?"

“A little girl.” Feng Xuese paused, then smiled. “A shameless little girl. She knows perfectly well that things like ambushing someone, putting someone in a sack, and stabbing someone in the back are shameless, but she does them with more self-righteousness than anyone else.”

"Oh? Is it the girl from the legends who traveled with Young Master Feng before?"

"You seem to know quite a lot."

Ye said calmly, "If I want to kill you, of course I need to know myself and my enemy. Besides, this matter has spread throughout the martial arts world, so it's not exactly a secret."

He asked with some curiosity, "Just now you and Miss Beikonggu seemed to be very much in love, but now you're showing such deep affection for that shameless little girl. Which one do you like?"

Feng Xuese felt a slight tremor in her heart. Did I speak of Zhu Huihui with deep affection?

At this critical moment, there was no time for distraction. Feng Xue remained calm and composed, saying, "Miss Mu is from a distinguished family. How can you speak such nonsense and tarnish her reputation!"

Ye suddenly sneered: "Don't you care about your reputation, you shameless little girl?"

Feng Xue raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you here to kill me, or to talk?"