The Fantasy World of Chivalrous Disciples

(4)

Bai Feng temporarily handed over the identity of the leader to Yu Wenxuan and led the horse at the end. He stared at the back of Murong Yan who was walking in front, and suddenly he had a sudden impulse and wanted to say something.

"Master, please wait a moment, I will bring the words to that adult's ears."

Yu Wenxuan confessed his identity to the soldiers guarding the city and claimed that he was here as an envoy to meet He Basheng of the Heba family.

"He Basheng is closely related to Zhou Dynasty and has some friendship with me. Even if he is now taken away from military power by Zhao Kuo, Wuchuan Town is still his territory." After Yu Wenxuan explained to everyone, the rest of the garrison all looked up to him.

How many points does he have?

——Speaking of it, it seems like we have only known each other for two years.

Bai Feng said what was in his heart like a ghost, attracting his companions to watch. His heartbeat had never been so fluctuating before, and his thinking was also disordered.

"Brother Bai, what are you talking about?" Zhong Ziqi, who was closest to Bai Feng, greeted: "Are you too tired? After entering the city, you have a good sleep and I will help you watch them!"

"Are you talking about me?" Murong Yan pointed at herself in confusion: "It's so sudden, you said something like this...what's wrong?"

She walked towards him.

"Uh... I mean, this is the first time I've been reprimanded by you like this. You're so weird today." Bai Feng grinned obviously, but couldn't feel the smile at all. He could only mock coldly: "Of course, I

I won’t hold a grudge against you, never.”

Murong Yan approached her face suspiciously, frowned slightly, and said: "The weird thing is obviously you! If you do something wrong, I will tell you! You are not allowed to fight with your companions in the future. I am not begging you. If you do it again next time

If something like this happens, there will be terrible and terrible consequences - this is the prediction of the saint!"

"Well, okay." Seeing Murong Yan's serious face, Bai Feng couldn't help but smile: "Yan'er...if you have any objections, please tell me. Then, it'll be fine."

"Hmm~~~" Murong Yan returned to the horse with great interest and looked back: "Brother Feng is still the same, arrogant and domineering. It's just his appearance. There are still many things he doesn't want to say in his heart?!"

Seeing that they reconciled in a blink of an eye, Yu Wenxuan felt happy and agreed: "Actually, I don't mean to blame you at all. It's natural for you to doubt my intentions. However, I think everyone should focus on the overall situation now."

, this kind of small dispute, let it pass away in the wind, no one cares."

"What you said is so beautiful! Being able to be friends with His Highness the Prince will make all of us feel proud. This is true." Bai Feng replied with a hint of irony: "I remember that when I was in Daqi, I was only Gaoyang at best.

I'm such a bitch, no one has ever looked at me seriously. I'm so lucky to be Mr. Yuwen's friend. How happy I am!"

Zhong Ziqi was afraid that there would be another incident between the two of them, so he hurriedly walked to the middle to try to offset each other and said: "Brother Bai, one more thing is worse than one less thing. I still want to make it to Yinshan Mountain alive."

"I mean true 'friends' who treat each other equally and don't interfere with each other. Why not?" After Yu Wenxuan said this, he ordered the servant to bring He Basheng over. Bai Feng put on his hood tactfully.

"Brother Yuwen! Brother Yuwen!" He Basheng is far from the domineering look in Bai Feng's previous impression. He is smiling now, as if he is a pug that has just found its owner: "We haven't seen each other for a long time, please come quickly.

Come in. Here, who are the people behind you?"

Yu Wenxuan said: "This Mr. Zhong Ziqi is a painter. We met by chance on the road and had a good chat, so we decided to go together. The others are all servants."

"Disrespect, disrespect." Zhong Ziqi stepped forward and bowed.

He Basheng was dressed in casual clothes, with a gold belt around his waist, and a kind smile. He could not tell that he had ever been a general who commanded thousands of troops.

"Brother Yuwen is still so elegant." Before he finished speaking, a girl who was still wearing a hunting coat in winter followed behind him. She put her thick wheat-colored braids on her shoulders and crossed her hands arrogantly on her chest.

"He Basheng, who asked me to walk such a long way out, who is so arrogant?!"

He Basheng quickly recommended: "This is my sister-in-law, He Ba Yu'er. Please forgive her rudeness, brother Yuwen."

"It doesn't matter, let's go to the town first." Yu Wenxuan introduced himself to He Ba Yu'er in a very decent manner, and said with a cup of his hand: "I am Yu Wenxuan, the ninth son of the King of Zhou Dynasty. I was ordered to pass through here on an envoy."

"King...Prince!" When He Ba Yu'er heard this title, her attitude immediately became more obedient: "Your Highness, please forgive me for my sins."

He Ba Yu'er knelt down on one knee in front of Yu Wenxuan. Bai Feng had defeated her several times, but she had never been so submissive.

"Miss He Basheng, you are too polite. He Basheng and I have been exchanging letters for at least ten years. He Basheng's sister is also my sister." Yu Wenxuan held He Basheng's hand and asked her to stand up.

Then he went into town to rest.

The servants lived together with the servants. Zhong Ziqi was like a chicken or a dog who attained enlightenment and ascended from the same spot. He accompanied Yu Wenxuan and stayed at Heba's house.

After the meal, the bed was made, and it was already night. In this small small room, Murong Yan, Yu Ke, Zhu Dian, and Bai Feng were crowded on the four bed boards placed side by side. It was very lively.

"His Royal Highness's reputation is indeed extraordinary. He can actually make He Ba Yu'er kneel down and beg for mercy in public." Bai Feng turned his head and looked at Zhu Dian and asked, "What secret does your young master have that makes you insist on following me?"

.”

Murong Yan and Yu Ke, who were sleeping on the other side, were also talking about it.

Zhu Dian replied with a hint: "General Bai Feng may know this matter better than the villain. It is not suitable for the villain to make rash comments."

"Well, you don't look like you know anything." Bai Feng turned to the other side and warned: "Stop arguing, don't disturb our great monk's rest."

Zhu Dian immediately replied: "It's okay, little man. General and Madam, please help yourself."

"Ha, ha, ha." Bai Feng laughed stiffly three times: "Zhu Tian, ​​right? Don't call yourself a villain. Since His Highness the Prince said that we are all friends, then you are also my friend."

"This..." Zhu Dian was silent.

Seeing that the reminder just now was not effective, Bai Feng went over to find Yu Ke who was still whispering, walked to the door, and asked: "What are you talking about? You are smiling so happily."

"I didn't..." Yu Ke said aggrievedly: "I was just listening and couldn't help but laugh."

"say what?"

Yu Ke said: "Sister Murong is talking about your past."

Bai Feng was speechless for a moment and scratched his forehead in distress.

"Can I go back?" Yu Ke looked into the room through the crack in the door. Murong Yan was waving to her.

Bai Feng said: "The past was the past, and the present is now! When you go back, you are not allowed to say anything."

After speaking, Yu Ke was driven back to the house, jumped on the bed and huddled under the quilt.

Seeing this, Murong Yan walked to the door, stuck her head out, and asked quietly: "Are you looking for me?"

Standing outside the house sulking, Bai Feng replied coldly: "Who is looking for you..."

"I know you are looking for me." Murong Yan came out, took Bai Feng's arm, and led him for a while.

"Are you scared?" she asked suddenly.

"Afraid? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Because I know everything about you, but you feel in your heart that your understanding of me will always be just the tip of the iceberg." Murong Yan walked to a place three steps away from the other party. There was a patio there, and the clear moonlight scattered on her body.

——You are afraid of losing again.

Bai Feng choked and looked away. He didn't even want to imagine how beautiful Murong Yan was now under the moonlight.

"No, that kind of thing will never happen again." Murong Yan said with a smile: "Look at me!"

"Ah." Bai Feng responded, looking back at the other person.

"I promise you that we will be together forever. As long as you still hope to hold my hand again in your heart, neither fate nor fate will become a roadblock between us."

——This is also the prediction of the saint!

Murong Yan's innocent smile was as warm as the noon sun, and Bai Feng couldn't help but hold her in her arms.

"You disappeared and I was looking for you like crazy."

"I know."

"I became the person I hate most just to find a way to save you."

"I know."

"I don't know if I can do it and win this battle in the end."

"I trust you."

Murong Yan pushed Bai Feng away, and the two of them met with tears in their eyes.

"Are you happy?" Her playful smile looked more like she was enjoying herself in hardship at the moment.

"Why are you so happy?" Bai Feng sat aside to sort out his thoughts and replied: "Tomorrow I will go check on Yuwenxuan's condition, and then we will find an opportunity to go out and look for people related to the Holy Land."

"Your meeting is not accidental." Murong Yan said: "And our meeting is not accidental either."

Bai Feng nodded.

"It's all because of you, Brother Feng."