Bai Yueguang, who became regent after rebirth

Chapter 4 Are you crying for me?
Feng Xinlan suddenly remembered that in the previous life, Zhan Wenjiang was seriously injured in an accident, and in addition to the previous injuries, he was left with a leg problem.

"No, big brother, I have to go there."

After Feng Xinlan put on her coat, she borrowed Feng Yuxun's bay red horse, ignored the shouts of the people behind, and hurried to the suburbs.

"Little sister!" Feng Yuxun didn't expect her to leave suddenly, without even taking the maid with her.

This imposing manner of leaving as soon as he said it, there is no such thing as a coquettish look.

"Eldest young master, what should I do now, if my wife finds out, I'm afraid the young lady will be the one."

Suhua was worried about her safety, and at the same time, she was also afraid that she would be punished. If she didn't take good care of her, she would only be punished if her wife's temper came up.

"You watch here first, and I'll follow. If we haven't come back within an hour, you can tell my mother and let her send someone over to search."

Feng Yuxun went to the room to get the saber, and after giving more instructions, he rode another horse and chased after him.

What he didn't expect was that Feng Xinlan was always afraid of this and that when riding a horse, but now she was charging very fast, and disappeared in a short while.

Feng Xinlan was anxious, and only hoped that Zhanwenjiang would be safe. When she passed the gate of the city, some soldiers stepped forward to stop her, but she ignored it and rode across the checkpoint with her teeth gritted.

"I'm afraid this little lady is crazy, she will leave the city at night!" The soldier was shocked.

"Look at the sign on the horse's neck. It seems to belong to the Feng family. Go and report it first."

Another soldier with sharp eyes took down the information of Feng's residence and went to the lounge next to him.

"Drive, drive!"

After leaving the city, the mountain road becomes narrower, the surrounding fields are silent, and there is a crescent moon hanging in the sky.

Feng Xinlan's heart beat faster, and braving the cool night breeze, she felt that she had never felt so happy in her life.

Her restless heart slowly calmed down.

She still remembered the path of Zhuangzi in the suburbs, but within half an hour, she arrived at the farm.

The housekeeper who received her was a 50-[-]-year-old housekeeper. Hearing her intentions, he immediately reported, "Miss, Master Zhan has not been seen yet."

After all, he went to see where Zhan Wenjiang lived.

The wooden house is in the most remote location, and the furnishings are even simpler than the house where the servants live, but the house is kept very clean. Come to think of it, Zhan Wenjiang is still a clean freak.

The medicine Feng Yuxun had brought over was placed at the door, it was well wrapped and no one had touched it.

The housekeeper and several assistants were waiting outside for Feng Xinlan's orders.

"Don't follow me, hurry up and send someone to search with torches, if you can't find anyone, you can't escape the responsibility!"

Feng Xinlan caught a glimpse of a pool of blood beside the table, and her expression became more and more panicked.

"Yes!" After the butler got the order, he sent the young men in the village to search around.

He took the red sandalwood box from the medicine bag and put it in his pocket. Feng Xinlan also took the torch and searched for it on the mountain road behind Zhuangzi.

"Miss, the mountain is not safe now, let me go with you!" the housekeeper called to stop her.

It is already June, and the vegetation is lush on the mountain, and snakes and insects are everywhere. Feng Xinlan was actually afraid in her heart, so she agreed to let the housekeeper follow her.

"Has Master Zhan been with anyone recently?" Feng Xinlan asked the housekeeper while holding a torch and lowering his head to look for the intermittent blood dripping on the ground.

The housekeeper shook his head, "Young Master Zhan also came here in the past two days. He was wounded and stayed in the room all this time. I delivered the food myself."

Hearing such an answer, Feng Xinlan was even more puzzled.

She just lowered her head to look for people with a torch, and the further she walked, the more she found that the butler behind her was silent.

When she looked back, she found that there was no one behind her, only the mountain wind blowing her sleeves.

"Housekeeper? Where are you?" Feng Xinlan became frightened and shouted loudly.

Suddenly, I saw a black shadow flying fast behind me, so frightened that Feng Xinlan immediately bent over to dodge it, dangling the torch in his hand as a demonstration.

"噗——" Suddenly, Soi Ying pulled out a sharp knife from behind, and slashed at her head!
"Help!"

The torch that Feng Xinlan blocked was split in two, and sporadic fireballs rolled under her feet.

Feng Xinlan just woke up at this moment, this village has assassins!

With no time to think about it, Feng Xinlan was in a panic and didn't choose a way, she just went into the open space when she saw it, and didn't care about the housekeeper.

She was panting as she ran, and at the beginning she could still hear the sound of the shadow cutting the grass, until she realized that there was no sound behind her.

Not only did she lose her voice, but she also lost sight of the lights at the bottom of the mountain. When she came back to her senses, she realized that she had lost her way.

Feng Xinlan's legs were sore and swollen, and the soles of her feet still hurt. She probably had blisters, and her whole body was sweating profusely, but she didn't care about the pain. She felt lucky to survive the disaster.

When she was about to stand up, suddenly a big hand stretched out from behind and covered her mouth.

"Woooooo..." Feng Xinlan struggled, thinking she was caught by the assassin, she was so flustered that she even shed tears.

"Shh, it's me."

Waves of fiery breath came from next to her ear, and her voice was low and hoarse. Feng Xinlan was stunned for a long time before she recognized it.

It's Zhan Wenjiang.

Feng Xinlan's body froze, but she didn't call for help.

In the dark night, no one could see anyone's face, even with moonlight, she could only vaguely see the figure and outline of the other party.

When she touched the hands that grabbed her, Feng Xinlan confirmed again that it was him.

There is a scar on the palm of his hand, which he accidentally scratched two years ago.

"Why did you come here? Did you come to see me dead?"

Zhan Wenjiang is now 17 years old, his shoulders are not so broad, his voice is youthful and immature, but his tone is still indifferent.

Feng Xinlan huddled in his arms, and when she heard his heart beating like thunder, she blushed for a moment.

I can't tell if it's because of shame, or because of the shyness of being hugged by him.

She didn't know how to answer.

Her limbs were tightly bound by Zhan Wenjiang.

The mountain wind blew in gusts, and the two of them stayed in the grass slope for two sticks of incense, confirming that the assassin was gone, and Feng Xinlan could smell the blood on his body suddenly.

At the same time, Zhan Wenjiang groaned in pain, let go of her, and fell into the grass.

"Third brother, where are you injured?"

Feng Xinlan was taken aback, and touched his wound under the dim moonlight, but felt a warm liquid in his hand.

His entire chest was bleeding!

"Third brother!" Feng Xinlan lowered her head to identify the wound, shedding tears in panic.

He wasn't there when she died in the previous life, and she thought she was relieved, but now seeing that he was about to die in front of her eyes, she was still panicked.

Without the slightest pleasure of revenge, she didn't know what emotion it was.

"Are... are you crying for me?"

Hot tears dripped into the palm of his hand, Zhan Wenjiang suddenly smiled bitterly, and blood spurted from his mouth.

(End of this chapter)