Abandoned daughter by a genius doctor: Sheng Chong Jiu Huangfei

Chapter 463 The Strange Scholar
Xuanyuan Yelan saw her bow her head and said nothing, so she asked aloud, "What did you say in the letter?"

"Ask us to meet," Feng Yun said after returning to his senses, and handed him the letter, "Let us wait for them in the third thatched cottage outside the moat of Huaguo Capital."

Xuanyuan Yelan glanced hastily, and was also surprised.

The handwriting that catches the eye is clear and meaningful, with a vague momentum, obviously there is a gully in the chest, which shows that the other party is not an ordinary person.

"You also found out," Feng Yunqing looked at the letter together with him based on his posture, "In your opinion, is the other party an enemy or a friend?"

"It's hard to tell friend from foe," Xuanyuan Yelan said after a moment of contemplation, "But from what we've seen so far, the other party doesn't intend to get into a fight with us."

Feng Yunqing looked at him with great interest, and asked further: "How do you say?"

"The other party only sent a letter." Xuanyuan Yelan shook the letter in his hand, "It's meant to inform, not warn, and the decision is up to us, whether to go or not, we didn't force it."

He paused for a while, then smiled again: "And the location he chose is also very interesting, the hut outside the moat? I don't know whether to say that he has too much confidence in us, or in himself."

Feng Yunqing also smiled: "What does the lord mean, you agree?"

Xuanyuan Yelan raised her eyebrows, only then did she realize that she had made a little calculation.

So he simply took her into his arms, clasped his fingers tightly with her, and said: "Why, if you want to go, are you afraid that I shouldn't?"

"Being led by the nose, isn't it what you hate the most?" Feng Yunqing even acted obediently, squinted comfortably in his arms, and even teased a few words.

Xuanyuan Yelan pinched the tip of her nose lovingly: "I am willing to be plotted by you for the rest of my life. How many times do you want to hear the same words?"

A few days later, an unremarkable carriage appeared beside the thatched cottage outside the moat as promised.

When they came here, the two of them had been guarding against someone ambushing and assassinating them, but unexpectedly they walked all the way in a calm and smooth way.

When they stood still in front of the thatched hut, both of them held their breath and concentrated, not daring to enter at will.

"When a distinguished guest comes to visit, why don't you come in?"

Suddenly, a clear voice suddenly sounded.

The two looked at each other, and both pushed the door open.

However, the furnishings in the hut surprised them both.

Although the thatched hut is small, it is spotless, and it is obvious that someone often takes care of it.

There are bare walls on all sides of the room, but there is a picture of a beauty that is lifelike, and the details are clearly visible, which shows that the owner has put his heart into it.

But on the plain tables, the new tea is just boiling.

On the other side, a white-faced scholar was concentrating on the Zhenlong chess game in front of him, as if he hadn't noticed the arrival of the two of them at all.

Feng Yunqing didn't dare to be careless, and carefully looked at the scholar in front of him, only to find that this person had delicate features and a good-looking appearance. Although his clothes were shabby, they were very neat and tidy, which made people not feel bored at all.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Yelan gathered his five fingers together into a fist, put them on his lips, and coughed twice.

Feng Yunqing secretly felt that it was funny but didn't pierce his small thoughts, so he withdrew his gaze and said, "My lord has an appointment, so what can I teach you?"

Only then did the scholar come back to his senses, and he glanced at her as he said.

Those eyes were strange, amorous yet bewildered, they passed through her in a hurry, as if they were looking at others through her.

Feng Yunqing was horrified by his look, and took a small step back.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Yelan took a step forward in displeasure, and blocked her tightly behind her, before saying: "My wife is a little shy, if you have something to do, why don't you tell me."

"You are very much like an old friend of mine."

The scholar turned a deaf ear to his words, still staring at Feng Yunqing's direction obsessively, and whispered in a daze.

Feng Yunqing subconsciously looked at the painting hanging on the wall, so she patted Xuanyuan Yelan's hand, motioned him to move away, and said again: "This old man must be extremely important to you."

The scholar closed his eyes, with a look of pain and struggle between his brows: "Heavier than life."

Feng Yunqing lowered her eyes apologetically: "I'm sorry."

Those two simple words brought the scholar back to his senses, and he smiled bitterly and said, "You're not like her, she wouldn't talk to me like this."

After speaking, he ignored the chess game in his hand, walked to a few tables and started fiddling with tea sets.

A series of movements flowed smoothly, and the clothes fluttered with elegance and interest. The two quietly watched him wash and make tea, and did not speak for a while.

Until the scholar brought two cups of brewed tea in front of the two of them, he broke the silence with a faint smile: "It's too offensive to invite you here."

Seeing that the other party treated each other with courtesy, Feng Yunqing replied politely: "Young Master, you are serious."

The scholar did not answer immediately, as if he was lost in memory again. After a long silence, he said as if he had made up his mind: "Princess, on weekdays, do you like to listen to operas? Such as Liang Zhuhuadie, peacock flying southeast?"

Xuanyuan Yelan couldn't understand his hesitant and sour accent, so he simply folded his arms and watched from the sidelines, and didn't interrupt anymore.

"I've heard it a little bit," Feng Yunqing replied thoughtfully, "It's so emotional."

"Throughout the ages, it has always been difficult for lovers to get married," the scholar laughed out loud, with a look of sadness and joy, almost insane, "How unbearable is love! How unbearable is love!"

Feng Yun felt sore in her heart, and unconsciously thought of her past with Xuanyuan Yelan.

As if sensing that she was depressed, Xuanyuan Yelan quietly stretched out a hand to hold her, and signaled her with his eyes: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Feng Yunqing shook his hand back without hesitation, and gradually calmed down.

The tea began to boil again, and the lid of the pot hit each other, singing harmoniously with the mountain wind.

The scholar calmed down for a while, then suddenly knelt down and said: "Please promise the next thing."

Xuanyuan Yelan didn't expect things to develop in such a way, subconsciously hugged Feng Yunqing and retreated behind him, looking at him with some vigilance.

Feng Yunqing had expected it a long time ago, she had guessed it from the few words the scholar had chatted with her before, but now, she just sighed lightly.

She signaled Xuanyuan Yelan to let her go, walked slowly to the scholar, and gave her a weak hand: "My lord, please get up."

The scholar didn't agree, and knelt down stubbornly: "If it's someone else, I won't ask for it. Only the prince and the princess, Caomin has heard a little about the deeds of the prince and the princess. I believe that the two of you must understand Caomin's state of mind. Dare to ask the prince and concubine to meet, risk your life."

Feng Yunqing was touched by his words, and sighed helplessly: "Sir, please tell me."

The scholar knew that she had already acquiesced, so his eyes turned cold, and he almost gritted his teeth and said: "I beg the prince and princess to kill someone for the grass people!"

(End of this chapter)