After Hetang Ye provoked the two of them that day, Pinghong ordered her to stay in confinement to think about her mistakes. The confinement was not lifted until today. She had been thinking about He Meisheng. She heard from her sisters that he was doing well and wanted to visit Feng Mansion.
She came to Feng Mansion early in the morning, but she missed everything.
The eldest lady came out to say hello.
"Why is sister He here?"
This eldest lady is an old man from Cuiying Tower. Hetang Ye worked with her for a year. She was redeemed by Feng Jian Dao because she got into trouble.
"I'm here to see Mei Sheng." Hetang Ye doesn't like to get close to others.
"What a coincidence that you came here. He went out with the master early in the morning?"
"Where are you going?"
"It's such a joy to travel around the mountains and rivers." She said with self-pity, "The only thing is that he didn't take us with him. Since the young man came, he has been teaching him martial arts and medicine all day long, and he doesn't even care about us."
"Sister, don't force yourself anymore. It's not sweet to force yourself. Feng Jiandao is not a womanizer at all. She just paid for Sister Ping and took you into the house because she was afraid that you would recruit a slut. The way." Hetang Ye said. She never expected that her kind words of advice would lead to a scolding from the other party.
"Hetang Ye, this is our business, you are meddling too much." The eldest lady became hysterical.
"Then you don't want to listen to me and blame me." Hetang Ye was not to be outdone.
Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, the maid Mingyue came over after hearing the news, mediating between them, and then pulled the two apart.
A few days ago, Feng Jiandao had begun to teach He Meisheng the basic skills. What he didn't expect was that this girl was indeed a martial arts prodigy and made rapid progress. She is also very serious, practicing every move with all her strength, and will not be lazy. I believe that if you teach well, over time, you will become a great person.
However, yesterday morning, she suddenly coughed while practicing Qigong and even coughed up a mouthful of blood. Feng Jiandao ordered her to stop and took her pulse. Only then did he realize that she had spent too much on practicing in the past few days. Her foundation was injured and her heart was depleted. If she didn't have that medicine, she might be in danger of dying. worry.
He couldn't wait any longer and needed to leave for "Qingfeng Temple" immediately. Her condition was critical and he needed to go with her without delay.
But then he thought about it, no matter what she was like, she was just a passer-by to him, so it was not worth risking his life.
At night, the girl still had a fever. He ordered Mingyue to take care of her while he went to visit her. He only heard her shouting "Master, Master" in a daze, and he finally felt compassion in his heart.
There were not many guests in the inn where they stayed. They ordered a few dishes, and after finishing their meals, they prepared to go upstairs to rest.
When He Aotian stepped into the inn, He and Mei just got up and went upstairs, and he almost saw them. She quickly got behind Feng Jiandao, who was startled by her sudden approach.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"It's nothing, Master, let's go upstairs quickly." She carefully stayed close to Feng Jiandao and ran up the stairs sideways.
"What master?"
How could she remember in her desperation that she was not allowed to call her master outside, so she said, "Yes, Brother Feng."
He Meisheng was panicking, wondering why her father would come here. If he found out, everything would be over. At this time, the only thing she could do was to stay close to her master. Even if she did meet her father, there would be a way to resolve it. She had to stay with her master tonight.
The waiter led them to Feng Jiandao's room first, and pointed to the room in the distance and said it was another room. She handed Feng Jiandao the luggage and held it tightly.
"Just give me my luggage. Why are you holding on so tightly?" He smiled, always feeling that something was wrong with her.
She was so nervous that she stuttered: "I'll help you take care of the room."
He smiled knowingly, but he didn't expect this girl to be quite attentive.
So she followed him into the room and closed the door.
She came to the bedside and patted the sheets, then walked to the table and poured the tea. Seeing that she still had no intention of leaving, Feng Jiandao asked directly:
"Why don't you leave? Your room is over there."
"Why is it so far away?" She muttered secretly. Then she mustered up the courage to say, "Master, can I live in the same room with you to save money?" She thought in her heart that although she was a girl, to Feng Jiandao he was a thirteen-year-old boy. If he He would not refuse such a suggestion.
"Master is rich, so there is no need to think about saving money." He had not noticed anything unusual about her at this time.
"Master, I-" She almost burst into tears, but she held them back.
"What's wrong?"
She still didn't want to tell him about her father. If he found her troublesome, it was not impossible to return her to him.
Naturally, he did not tell He Meisheng the purpose of his trip, otherwise she would never have such a misunderstanding.
"I'm still not feeling well. I'm afraid I'll have a fever like yesterday. If I burn to death, I can rest assured that Master is by my side." This was the only reason she could think of.
"That's fine. You can just build a shop on the ground here, and the money saved will be used to pay for your medicine jar."
Feng Jiandao understood that people are always afraid in the face of death. Even a child like this, wandering alone, seems to be strong, but in reality he is just a child.
He Aotian came to the inn to inquire about the route to Wu Mei Mountain, drank a bottle of wine, and left after feeling warm. He had no money to stay in a hotel, so he went to find a free place to stay before the sun set.
The night is already deep. The lights in the room have been turned off. The moonlight passed through the window curtains and fell on the floor where He Meisheng was lying. She tossed and turned, but still couldn't sleep.
"Master, how old are you?" She suddenly wrote, breaking the long silence.
Feng Jiandao didn't feel sleepy either. He answered whatever she asked.
"twenty four."
"Eleven years older than me."
"Yes, you little girl." As soon as he said this, he realized that he had said the wrong thing.
He Meisheng's eyes widened. Did she hear it wrong? Girl.
"My teacher is wrong, Mei Sheng, don't blame me. I deal with girls all day long, and all the attendants in my house are girls. They are used to talking about girls." He could only explain this way.
"It's okay, Master." She didn't dare to explain any more, for fear of spilling the beans.
Feng Jiandao saw that He Meisheng hadn't spoken for a long time and thought she was asleep. Perhaps he was getting closer to Qingfeng Temple, and he would see those scenes from the past every night when he closed his eyes.
"Master, you still can't sleep?" She heard him sigh.
"I will sing you a song. My mother used this song to put me to sleep when I was a child." She started humming without waiting for his answer.
When Feng Jiandao heard this song for the first time, he felt it was inexplicably familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, as if he was in a distant dreamland, or in a warm embrace.
