Choosing to settle in Luoyang was a coincidence, encountering a battle outside Junzi Tower was accidental, and my decision to rescue a familiar face who was being chased and injured by a group of people was purely unexpected.
"Go away...go away..."
"You've stained your white clothes red and you expect no one to care? If you want to die, don't dirty the shop entrance, okay?"
"Miss Rong, it's best not to interfere in the Nangong family's delicate affairs."
"Who is this, Bai Chenyun? What kind of scoundrel turns on its master?!"
"Chen Yun is wrong, but this is the master's will."
"I'm determined to get involved in this matter."
Bai Chenyun remained unfazed, neither speaking nor backing down, looking at me as if I were a thug.
"That's perfect. May I ask what kind of medicine Miss Rong gave our young master that would only boost the morale of others while undermining the prestige of our own?"
"What medicine could I give him? When have we ever gotten along peacefully? We always end up fighting over a few words. Giving him medicine... Hmph, I'd rather give him poison!"
The reason I could say these words so confidently was that I didn't know that the "others" Bai Chenyun was referring to were my father.
"Very well, Chen Yun happens to have a heartbreak herb here, would Miss Rong like it?"
So you came prepared? Are you trying to kill him? Bai Chenyun, what benefits did you receive from his stepmother?
"You're quite good at using someone else to do your dirty work. Although I'm prone to impulsiveness, you'd better not try to set me up openly."
"Really? That's a pity." He suddenly turned around. "Take the young master back."
"Anyone who dares to touch him is going against me. His life or death is up to me!"
A glint flashed in Bai Chenyun's wooden eyes. Without saying a word, he picked up the longsword, which was still dripping with blood, and thrust it straight at him.
Unexpectedly, there was no time to dodge. Just then, a roll of Xuan paper fell diagonally from upstairs, knocking away the sword in Bai Chenyun's hand.
Looking up, he saw Feng Moru standing at the second-floor window, holding a small wolf-hair brush. But his expression was obscured by the dark clouds and could not be seen clearly.
Dark clouds drifted in and a thunderclap boomed overhead, turning the midday sky as dark as ink. Still reeling from the thunder, Bai Chenyun suddenly collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way.
"Guard White!"
Pushing aside the others who rushed at him, Bai Chenyun spat out blood and squinted at Nangong Ling, who was supporting his body with his sword.
"...Does he want me to die, or do you want me to die?"
"We're all going to die anyway, so what's the difference?"
The result is the same, but the process is different. Unless you have the ability to force Nangong Ling to commit suicide, like his father Nangong Yi, he won't let you do whatever you want. He may not kill you on the spot, but he can torture you for a long time afterward, making you wish you were dead.
I curled my lip. "Don't pretend I don't exist. Bai Chenyun, I've disliked you for a long time."
"You're annoying."
The person who answered me wasn't Bai Chenyun, but the one who was clearly on the verge of death but still stubbornly refused to fall, and who spoke those words without even breaking a sweat.
It was nothing at first, but because of those three words, now the more he doesn't want me to get involved, the more I want to interfere. I absolutely cannot do what he wants or please him.
"Lone Goose, charge!"
Yan Guhong was young and inexperienced, and he was also half a head shorter than me at that time. Despite my fierce shouting, when he finally came out from behind me, the man with only one eyebrow to Bai Chenyun's left laughed without any courtesy.
She glared fiercely at Yan Guhong, snatched the sword from his hand, and thrust it at the one with only one eyebrow, saying, "I'll shave off your other eyebrow too!"
The plan was well thought out, but in the end, it was Feng Moru who shaved off that person's eyebrows.
"The weather's changing. If it rains later and we get soaked, who's to blame?"
As soon as he finished speaking, I immediately grabbed Yan Guhong and dragged Nangong Ling into the building. The moment we stepped inside, there was another clap of thunder behind us, followed by a torrential downpour that soaked us from head to toe in an instant.
Feng Moru also has a special talent: his words always come true, even if they are bad. He is known as a jinx.
As a result, Bai Chenyun and his group were undoubtedly drenched in a cold shower, and of course, that jinx was no exception.
After waiting for a long time, no one came in. Looking outside, all was white and the rain was so heavy that nothing could be seen. Glancing at Nangong Ling, the guy finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted. After thinking for a moment, I decided to settle him down first.
"I still have some wound medicine here. You can apply the medicine to him while I go ask the shopkeeper for some white cloth."
"It's all blood, so dirty, I don't want it."
He frowned, looking like he'd rather die than give up. I glared at him, and he turned and left.
"I'll go get some white cloth."
Oh dear, this brat has gone too far!
Looking at Nangong Ling's pale face, I sighed. Since I'd already saved him, one more thing wouldn't make a difference.
I was trying to be kind, but some people just don't appreciate it. Since he was already dizzy, why not let him stay dizzy? I was applying medicine to him when he suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up, knocking over the last half bottle of wound medicine and knocking me to the ground.
"...What are you doing?" The pain from the abrasion caused him to furrow his brow. "...I don't need you to save me..."
"You might as well just stay stuck in that dead end with your father and never come out! Without you, Nangong Yi wouldn't even bat an eye. He went crazy over a woman, and when she died, why didn't he go with her..."
The rest of his words were forced back down his throat by a pair of hands gripping his neck. Those dark, inky eyes swayed slightly, revealing a faint, bewitching red hue.
Chapter 125
Suddenly, a deafening clap of thunder brought a gust of wind and heavy rain that smashed open the wooden window and swept in. The dark clouds, like evil dragons, carried raindrops the size of beans, as if they were about to rush into the house through that small window.
A breeze blew and I felt a damp chill on my body. Looking down, I saw that a wound on his lower abdomen had bled a lot more, dripping onto my clothes and making them sticky and uncomfortable.
He was too badly injured to exert any real force with his hands, which were merely feints. Yet, the person with the piercing eyes was unable to move.
I don't know how much time passed, but it was so dark outside that almost no light came in. I felt a blur before my eyes and a weight on my shoulder. The person had fainted on top of me without even saying a word.
The heavy rain lasted for two whole days without stopping, and the moisture condensed and wouldn't dissipate. If the wound wasn't treated properly, it could easily become infected.
"This flood didn't wash away the Dragon King Temple, but it blew away our Second Young Master Feng!"
"Um."
A tiny sound instantly ignited all my rage.
"Yesterday I asked you to go find someone, but you said it was raining too hard. Today the rain has stopped, so why are you still hanging around here?!"
"I just got up, and I haven't finished breakfast yet."
That's just an excuse; he clearly doesn't want to go. This brat, why is he getting more and more disobedient as he gets older?
"Then you keep an eye on him. If he runs away, I'll hold you responsible!"
"Sister Lian, why do you have to go against the Nangong family?"
"If you have the leisure to meddle in everything, then go find Feng Moru."
So he buried his head in his porridge and didn't even glance at me.
As soon as I went downstairs, I saw that the lobby was crowded with people. It turned out that the heavy rain of the past two days had caused flooding, making it impossible for pedestrians to walk and for distant guests to come.
It's rare that Feng Moru would stand up for me when Nangong Ling was involved; it wouldn't make sense to lose him in the end.
I was still pondering how to navigate this waterway when I suddenly heard a commotion in the crowd. To my surprise, I saw four girls in purple robes slowly walking towards me, carrying a golden and jade sedan chair on the water.
"Fairy... Fairy?"
What fairy? She's just good at footwork. I can do that much water work too, it's just a matter of how long I can keep it up.
Just as she finished pouting, the sedan chair arrived at the door. The girl in purple on the right side of the sedan chair reached out her slender hand and lifted the curtain. Instantly, it seemed as if golden light refracted out from inside the sedan chair, so dazzling that one could not open their eyes for a moment.
A young man stepped out of the sedan chair, wearing gold-embroidered shoes with coiled dragons, a robe with dragon patterns and gold threads, a piece of white jade at his waist, and a red gold and jade crown on his head.
This ostentatious gold and jade attire would be utterly vulgar on an ordinary person, but on this person, it exudes an aura of noble elegance that takes one's breath away.
She should be a person of extremely delicate and precious health, yet there is an indescribable allure in the corners of her eyes and lips.
He casually glanced around with his peach blossom eyes, then raised his chin. Two girls in purple on either side of him pulled someone out of the sedan chair. I stared at them and couldn't help but gasp.
The slightest reaction was immediately detected by her peach blossom eyes.
"Rong Lian?"
It's not surprising that they could call out my name, especially when the Rong family was at the height of their power.
After he handed the unconscious Feng Moru over to me and settled her in, in the time it took to open and close the door, the person who came downstairs had already hurriedly left with his men.
To be honest, we met briefly, but only briefly. All I remember is a sea of purple and gold. Besides, so many years have passed, and I don't know where I put this little episode in the annals of time. No wonder I always felt that Xiao Lianjue looked somewhat familiar when I thought about it later.
Feng Moru had no external injuries, but he was unconscious and refused to wake up. I knew something was wrong and didn't dare to delay, so I quickly asked Yan Guhong to fetch a doctor.
Who knew that instead of getting a doctor, I would attract Jing Tianxiang, Nangong Ling's senior brother? It was only then that I began to regret saving this troublesome person.
As for why I followed him into the Nangong family, I can only explain it as a twist of fate.
That Nangong family home is truly not a place for humans to live. It's not an external problem, but a problem with the atmosphere. Nangong Ling has many mothers, yet they never seem to interact. They all live in separate rooms and courtyards. Even the disciples' rooms next door, which are several streets away, have an eerie atmosphere. All you can hear are the sounds of hidden weapons flying through the air and swords clashing, as if they would lose a layer of skin if they missed a moment of training. I've never seen anyone so diligent.
"Is it because of you that you've tried to survive time and time again?" A chilling voice came from behind me. "In that case, you might as well die too."
President Nangong Yi's expression was terrifyingly gloomy, and he was dressed in green; if it were nighttime, he would look exactly like a vengeful ghost.
The person I couldn't find for days suddenly reappeared, and his very first words were so shocking they left me speechless. I stared at him wide-eyed, my usual arrogance vanishing instantly.
After a long silence, I opened my mouth and said, "If you're always like this, it's no wonder Qin Juanrou ran away..."
Before he could finish speaking, a pavilion behind him collapsed with a crash. Even though I was still young at the time, I would still be terrified, let alone now.
"father……"
When Nangong Ling, whose injuries had mostly healed, arrived, he couldn't help but utter that word, which made his father's face even uglier.
However, this time he didn't immediately turn hostile. "Kid, I'll acknowledge you if you cut off her head."
Nangong Ling's eyes lit up with joy almost without thinking. Although I was dissatisfied, I couldn't show it because I couldn't find a legitimate reason.
"Do you think your Nangong family will be at peace if you kill me?"
"So what? Your whole family is going to die anyway."