Feng Tingliu looked at the stack of extremely valuable lists, which carried the risky attempts of Ruolan many times, and even the unknown lives of many people. However, he did not take it but looked at Ruolan.
His gaze met Ruolan's, seeing the clarity and sincerity in her eyes. For a moment, he almost forgot that he was in a place of pleasure.
"Are you really unwilling to enter Liudu City?" Feng Tingliu asked.
Ruolan was somewhat surprised, her expression froze for a moment, but soon a gentle smile appeared on her face, and she slightly shook her head: "I was born to belong here. Even if I escape, my soul is engraved with those filth. How can such a filthy soul enter Young Master's Liudu City?"
Feng Tingliu frowned, his lips tightened. After a while, he said in a deep voice: "Whose soul in Liudu City is not filthy? Compared to us, how can you be called 'filthy'? Besides, only you can judge what kind of person you are."
"Young Master, I cannot deceive myself into thinking that I am clean and spotless. Now that I can do things for Young Master, and be a lute player in Zuihonglou to avoid the suffering of flesh, I have already received Young Master's great kindness. Moreover, I can do this, isn't it already contributing to Liudu City?"
Ruolan smiled and pushed the list in her hand towards Feng Tingliu. This time, Feng Tingliu did not hesitate and put it into his arms.
The frown between Feng Tingliu's eyebrows did not fade, and he said: "How can it be the same? Nowadays, Beiji City is different from the past. How can you be safe here?"
"No devil cult dares to cause trouble in Zuihonglou, Young Master. You can rest assured."
Feng Tingliu looked at her. The orchid that should have been filled with the scent of cosmetics is still standing tall and elegant. However, the orchid is willing to be buried in the cosmetics and does not want to leave.
Feng Tingliu knew her stubbornness, so he did not say more. He picked up the cup that had already cooled down on the side, took a sip of the tea, and relieved the taste of tobacco and medicine in his mouth.
"On the contrary, I think that Young Master's mood when coming here today is better than usual." Ruolan suddenly spoke, with a rare teasing tone in her words. Few people dared to speak to Feng Tingliu in such a tone, but if Ruolan spoke like this, Feng Tingliu was not annoyed.
Feng Tingliu raised his eyebrows and took a sip of tea and said, "Is that so?"
"Yes, it's like a willow leaf moistened by the morning dew, very nourishing."
Feng Tingliu chuckled, "What kind of description is this?"
"What I mean is, could it be that there are some more people around Young Master, for example... a lover?"
Ruolan's eyebrows and eyes were smiling as she looked at Feng Tingliu. However, Feng Tingliu did not have the reaction she imagined. He just put down the tea cup, with a mysterious and charming smile on his face, and said slowly: "It's just that I raised a obedient dog to relieve my boredom."
Ruolan, who is from the pleasure quarter, understood the meaning of these words after a moment and couldn't help covering her lips and chuckling.
"If Young Master says so, I can only believe it."
"Well, I should go now. There was a chaos in the imperial city, and I have to spend more effort because of that."
Feng Tingliu stood up, and Ruolan took the initiative to bring the veil hat and put it on for him.
"The new magistrate of Beiji City often comes to Zuihonglou, and there are also some unclean signs around him."
"Heh, taking the money of the common people and coming here for pleasure..." Feng Tingliu sneered, adjusted the veil on the hat, "Then you should pay more attention and keep a close eye on him."
Ruolan smiled gently: "Naturally. Young Master, take care."
Feng Tingliu walked out of this charming place that others are infatuated with, wearing a veil hat. He passed through the lively crowd and the aroma of wine and meat, ignoring the women who wanted to get close to him, and left Zuihonglou directly.
Ruolan stood by the wooden railing upstairs, looking at his departing figure. There was no trace of love in her eyes, only admiration and loyalty.
She turned around and returned to the room just now, enjoying the peaceful night that Feng Tingliu bought with money.
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In the Feng Mansion, the servants gathered together to play cards. Although it was lively with chatter, it always felt that it lacked the vitality of the past, perhaps because the most important person in the mansion was absent.
Yu Chi Feng stood aside, leaning against the wall, looking at the swaying willow branches in a daze, without the slightest intention of joining them.
He had lost his memory and had always regarded Feng Tingliu as the center of his world. Now that the center was gone, he could only spin in place, losing his goal and only feeling confused.
Unlike other servants who had fixed tasks such as cleaning the courtyard or preparing meals in the kitchen, he only needed to take care of Feng Tingliu. Now that he no longer needed to get up early to serve Feng Tingliu, he felt empty and unbearable.
"Brother Yu Chi, come and play with us too." The little girl who was usually responsible for watering the flowers waved at him.
Yu Chi Feng looked over and shook his head with a smile and said, "No need. I'm going to the inner courtyard to tidy up."
After saying that, Yu Chi Feng got up and left this lively place. Everyone looked at each other for a moment, and they were all somewhat surprised.
"What is he going to tidy up in the inner courtyard? He has swept the fallen leaves in the courtyard five times today, right?"
"What else can he tidy up? The master is not at home, and the dog is sniffing around the yard."
"Hehe, I see something."
"Why does the little girl have such a wretched expression!"
Yu Chi Feng left the noise behind and entered the empty inner courtyard. The master here has not been home for several days.
Feng Tingliu's main room does not allow other servants to enter. Except for Bai Zhong, only Yu Chi Feng can enter and exit freely. Perhaps because Yu Chi Feng lost his memory, Feng Tingliu is not afraid that he will do something, so he gave him this permission.
Yu Chi Feng was afraid that when Feng Tingliu returned, there would be an unpleasant smell or dampness in the house. So he opened the windows for ventilation every day and carefully wiped every corner. Even when the sun was shining brightly, he would take the quilt to the yard to dry, making the quilt soft and warm, just waiting for the tired bird to return to its nest.
Yu Chi Feng restrained himself, keeping himself and the traces left by Feng Tingliu at a safe distance, not daring to cross the line even a bit.
Just when Yu Chi Feng was sweeping the fallen leaves in the main courtyard for the sixth time, Yu Ji walked in wearing a Luo skirt and with a bunch of jingly silver ornaments. The purple skirt had a slit up to the thigh, and Yu Chi Feng frowned when he saw it.
As soon as Yu Ji saw Yu Chi Feng's expression, he burst out laughing, saying that he was like a watchdog, waiting for the master to come back.
Yu Chi Feng was not annoyed. He honestly put down the broom and let Yu Ji examine him.
He had already taken the bitter medicine twice, and Yu Chi Feng's headache symptoms had improved, but his memory had not recovered at all. Yu Ji said that this was a normal phenomenon. After all, his brain was injured. If treated recklessly, it might damage the foundation and lead to complete paralysis.
Yu Chi Feng was not in a hurry. Compared to his own memory, when Feng Tingliu would return was what he was most anxious about.
"Well, if you don't get better, how can we deal with Feng Tingliu's blame." Yu Ji had a worried expression, but his eyes were excited as if seeing a test subject, "If it really can't be cured, I can only make you into a medicine man for my research! That would be too pity!"
"I don't see where the pity is..."
"How could it be? Come, take off your clothes."
Yu Chi Feng looked horrified: "Why take off my clothes!"
"Of course, it's to check the wounds on your body!" Yu Ji said righteously and reached out to pull his collar. The two were sitting in the pavilion in the yard. In broad daylight, it was as if Yu Ji was forcibly robbing a civilian man...
"Checking the wounds is checking the wounds! Why does it sound so... ambiguous!"
Yu Chi Feng sized up Yu Ji, who was wearing women's clothing from top to bottom, and became even more afraid. He quickly wrapped his clothes tightly and wouldn't let him pull.
Yu Ji sneered when he saw his appearance, grabbed his collar and pulled hard, revealing a large area of bandages wrapped around his body.
"Don't look at me like this. I like girls. I'm not interested in big and rough men like you!"
"I don't believe it!"
"You fucking believe it or not!"
Yu Ji was beautiful and dressed exquisitely, but he was quite ruthless. He was a real "venomous beauty". Moreover, in Liudu City, who wouldn't know martial arts? Yu Chi Feng was somewhat cautious and did not dare to make a move. Instead, he was stripped of his clothes by Yu Ji, revealing those wounds.
The wounds on his body had almost healed, and some had scabbed over. However, the wounds on his chest and back were a bloody mess, as if they had been pierced through by some weapon, which was very terrifying.
Yu Ji was not soft-hearted towards the wounds. He applied medicine and tightened the bandages before letting Yu Chi Feng put on his clothes.
"The wounds are not a big problem. With your physique, you will be completely healed in another month." Yu Ji was packing up the scattered medicine and equipment on the table. Suddenly, he smacked his lips: "But also, you've been lying in bed for a month. Even the most serious wounds would have healed long ago."
"What caused these wounds on me..." Yu Chi Feng asked in a daze.
"I've already said that Feng Tingliu found you on the battlefield. On the battlefield, there are countless dangers. Who knows what kind of knives, what kind of spears, and what kind of people."
Yu Ji gave an ungraciousRoll your eyes and packed up his things before leaving the main courtyard.
After Yu Ji left, Yu Chi Feng was in a daze in the pavilion. He gently touched the wound on his chest, which no longer hurt but felt a slight itch.
When changing the medicine just now, he saw that the wounds on his body seemed to be pierced from behind, but they did not hit the vital parts. However, the most fatal part of the wound was the scratch from the front to the back.
"Can the same place be injured precisely twice?"
Yu Chi Feng muttered in confusion. He had lost his memory and naturally lost his judgment of martial arts. He could only roughly determine that the wounds on his body were not caused by a single injury.
He thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out. So he returned to the yard, picked up the broom, and continued his sixth sweep.
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When Feng Tingliu returned, seven days had passed since he left.
The carriage drove onto the street and, under the gaze of the people in the city, arrived at the entrance of the Feng Mansion.
The servants in the Feng Mansion happily ran to the front yard to welcome Feng Tingliu. In contrast, Yu Chi Feng appeared to be much calmer. He stood aside, looking at the carriage with a burning gaze, but his subconscious action of reaching out to straighten his clothes still exposed his nervousness.
There was no movement in the carriage for a long time. Yu Chi Feng suddenly sensed something and quickly stepped forward to slowly lift the carriage curtain. As soon as he opened it, he saw a pair of smiling eyes in the carriage, and their gazes met.
Yu Chi Feng's heartstrings trembled, and he reached out his hand towards Feng Tingliu.
Feng Tingliu stood up, placed his hand in Yu Chi Feng's palm, and with a leap, jumped out of the carriage.
Yu Chi Feng felt the warmth in his palm and stared at the black hair that disappeared in front of his eyes, frozen in place.
His original intention was just to take that sword...
Yu Chi Feng, who received an unexpected joy, closely followed Feng Tingliu into the yard. If he had a tail behind him, it would surely be wagging happily at this moment.