RMACAUH Chapter 29

Chapter 29 Chapter 29 “If they find out,” Feng Yue smiled…

Chapter 29 Chapter 29 “If they find out,” Feng Yue smiled…

If he had forced himself on him just now, wouldn’t I really have had to fight him to the death? So now, he resorts to softer tactics when the hard ones don’t work? Pretending to be nice to me, trying to trick me into giving him my body?

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Feng Yue was grinding ink, without even looking up at him.

“Does the Prince have eyes in the back of his head? How do you know I’m looking at you?”

“I’ve been practicing martial arts all year round, so I’m more sensitive than ordinary people to these things, and your gaze is so obvious, how could I not know?”

“By the way, was it you who threw the walnut?”

“Was it tasty?”

“You hit me! It hurt so much!”

“Really? Where did it hit? Let me take a look.”

“You always like to take advantage of people!”

“Hahahaha…” Feng Yue laughed heartily, “That’s a real injustice. Tonight, I’ve only been a bit quick with my words at most, but I haven’t done anything out of line to Fifth Brother.”

“You, you did this, and that, and that’s not out of line??”

Feng Yue sighed, “This is nothing. Didn’t the *Mama* in the manor teach you about these things?”

“Why would they teach me these things?” Wei Xiaofeng blushed with shame, covering his eyes.

Feng Yue lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, Xiaofeng is really easy to embarrass.

After grinding the ink, Feng Yue picked up the brush and began to practice calligraphy.

Come to think of it, his handwriting in his previous life wasn’t very good either. He hadn’t held a brush for ten years after being exiled, so his writing was even more unbearable to look at. However, after practicing for this period of time, he had improved a lot, and at least Liu the Academician didn’t dislike it as much anymore.

The sudden silence made Wei Xiaofeng curiously pull the book down from his face, and seeing him holding a brush and writing seriously, the night inexplicably became warm.

The rustling sound of the brush grinding on the rice paper, the sound of melting ice and snow outside the window, and the crackling of the charcoal fire, intertwined into a quiet nocturne. He also quickly calmed down and continued to recite the Book of Songs.

After reading for a while, Wei Xiaofeng began to yawn. The characters seemed very hypnotic, and his eyelids felt like they were weighed down by a thousand pounds, making it impossible to keep them open.

‘Thud’—!

Feng Yue was startled and looked over, only to see that Wei Xiaofeng had already fallen asleep, with the book in his hand falling beside the charcoal fire.

Placing the brush on the brush rest, Feng Yue got up, picked up his book, and took a thick blanket from the bed to cover him. After doing all this, he sat back at the small desk, picked up the brush, and continued to practice calligraphy to calm his mind.

As dawn was about to break, Wei Xiaofeng was awakened. Feeling groggy and a little dissatisfied, he mumbled, “Mother, it’s not even dawn yet, wake me up at noon!”

Saying that, he pulled up the covers and covered his head to continue sleeping.

Feng Yue bothered him for a long time, but he wouldn’t wake up, so he had to lean close to his ear and whisper, “Wake up, your father is here.”

“Father!!” Wei Xiaofeng threw off the covers and woke up.

When he clearly saw the man in front of him, he was even more frightened than seeing his father.

“Guangling Prince?” Wei Xiaofeng rolled his eyes and fell back onto the bed, “I must be having a nightmare.”

These words greatly hurt Feng Yue’s heart, “Am I your nightmare? You don’t want to see me?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to see you, but I’m really scared.”

“Afraid of what?” Feng Yue propped himself up on one hand beside him, leaning over to get closer to him.

A shadow loomed over his head, creating a sense of inescapable oppression, making Wei Xiaofeng’s heart beat wildly. The distance was so close that he could count every one of his eyelashes.

“I’m not dreaming…”

“Why are you being so silly? Of course you’re not dreaming. It’s time to get up. If they find out you spent the night in my palace, you’ll be in trouble.”

“Ah!” Wei Xiaofeng sat up in fright, “What, what will happen?”

“If they find out,” Feng Yue laughed, “you’ll have to marry me, become my princess, and bear little princes for this prince.”

“I don’t want to be your princess!” Wei Xiaofeng’s heart beat even faster, his whole body felt like it was on fire, and he didn’t dare to look him in the eyes anymore.

“Hahahaha…” Feng Yue ruffled his soft, smooth hair, “Are you awake now?”

“Yes.” Wei Xiaofeng responded with a grievance, wondering when these days of sleeping later than a dog and getting up earlier than a chicken would end.

Feng Yue looked at him with a smile, so this is what seventeen-year-old Xiaofeng is like.

He never had the chance to see him like this in his previous life: lively, cute, carefree, and stubborn, seemingly weak but possessing the courage and determination to prefer shattering like jade rather than surviving like a tile.

The Xiaofeng of those ten years always smiled at him, but his eyes always glistened with tears when he turned away.

At that time, his eyes were no longer innocent, his behavior was no longer lively, only perseverance worn down by time and exhaustion from being forced to the brink by life remained.

He had never truly understood Xiaofeng, and had never even thought that after his death, he would travel thousands of miles to avenge him.

Xiaofeng, to Feng Yue, is truly the most wonderful person in the world.

Taking advantage of the dim light of dawn, Feng Yue carried a lantern to escort Wei Xiaofeng back to Zidong Pavilion.

“Classes start at Chen Shi (7-9 am), you can sleep for another half an hour back in your room, but you’ll probably oversleep. Just read a book.”

Wei Xiaofeng bowed to him, “Thank you for the reminder, Prince, then I’ll go back now.”

“Okay.” Feng Yue stood in the corridor with the lantern, watching his figure gradually disappear into the distance.

Curiously, Wei Xiaofeng turned back to look at him. He was still standing there, his tall and upright figure shrouded in the faint morning light. A clump of snow on the branch, unable to bear its weight, fell with the wind, landing on his shoulder. He didn’t seem to notice, his eyes were still following him.

Wei Xiaofeng’s breath caught in his throat, and he hurriedly averted his gaze, quickening his pace forward.

After he returned, he didn’t sleep again, just as Feng Yue said, fearing that he wouldn’t be able to get up.

After washing up, he changed back into his own clothes and went to the cafeteria early for breakfast with his book.

There were still few people at this time. He saw that Su Qingzhi was also there, holding a classic text in his hand and reading.

Beauties look good doing anything!

Noticing that someone was looking at him, Su Qingzhi glanced at him, then inconspicuously withdrew his gaze, not intending to acknowledge him.

Wei Xiaofeng embarrassedly lowered his head and pretended to eat porridge. He ate relatively quickly. By the time he left with his book, Su Qingzhi had only eaten a small half of the porridge in his bowl.

A small note fell from Wei Xiaofeng’s book, landing right beside Su Qingzhi’s feet.

Su Qingzhi looked at it with suspicion, then bent down and picked up the note.

“Only now I know that tying clothes is not as good as tying hearts. Sitting together, walking together, tying for a hundred years.”

Su Qingzhi tilted his head slightly, looked at it for a while, and couldn’t help but sneer. A shrewd person would immediately think of some possibilities. He rolled up the small note and tucked it into his sleeve.

In the afternoon, the young men had a riding and archery class, so after lunch, they went to a nearby training ground by carriage.

The young men were taught to be gentle and refined from a young age, and were raised in the back courtyard almost like young ladies. They rarely had these intense activities.

Only a very small number were happy, and Wei Xiaofeng was one of them.

Anything was better than staying in the classroom listening to the old teacher reciting books.

Moreover, he had long wanted to ride a horse, but had no opportunity.

The instructor at the training ground took them to the stables and allowed them to choose a horse they liked.

Feng Xilan was the first to step forward, choosing the strongest horse in the stable, and gracefully jumped onto its back. Raising his chin, he looked at them with a smug expression, “This county prince doesn’t need you to teach me. Everyone, I’ll take the first step, you take your time choosing. Giddy up!”

“Wow!” Wei Xiaofeng widened his eyes, looking enviously at the back of the young county prince riding away with heroic bearing, wondering when he would be able to gallop on horseback as skillfully as him.

Thinking of this, Wei Xiaofeng’s heart itched, and he chose a white horse. It was a little small, but it was the most beautiful one inside.

“Little White, Little White, I’m sorry to bother you, I’m a little bit heavier than them.” Wei Xiaofeng whispered to the horse.

“Wait.”

Wei Xiaofeng raised his head, following the voice, and saw Su Qingzhi walking towards him with a faint smile, “Would Young Master Wei be willing to let me have this white horse? I think the color of its coat matches my clothes today perfectly.”

Su Qingzhi was wearing a moon-white brocade robe embroidered with light pink peonies today, which was very eye-catching. Wei Xiaofeng didn’t think much about it. Although he was a little regretful in his heart, he still readily gave the white horse to him.

“Then it’s yours.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome.” Wei Xiaofeng was excited for a while. This was the first time Su Qingzhi had taken the initiative to talk to him! Although he could never become like him in this lifetime, it didn’t prevent him from regarding him as an aspired target.

The young men chose the horses they liked and went to the racecourse. After the snow had cleared, the afternoon sun in winter was particularly warm, shining on people and feeling cozy.

Feng Xilan had already run several laps around the field and came back. His body was hot, so he took off the thick fur coat he was wearing and looked refreshed and agile, with the heroic bearing of a young man.

All eyes on the field were focused on him, making Feng Xilan the center of attention for a while.

Su Qingzhi’s watery eyes dimmed, silently withdrawing his gaze from Feng Xilan. His slender fingers gently caressed the horse. He wanted to get on the horse several times, but Little White didn’t cooperate at all. He stood there awkwardly, at a loss, causing him to lose face, and he was extremely ashamed and annoyed in his heart.

The instructor stepped forward and said, “This white horse has a bit of a temper, you should try another one.”

Su Qingzhi didn’t believe it and stubbornly argued with Little White, “No, I insist on riding this beast today!”

Wei Xiaofeng was also riding a horse for the first time, but he was inherently active. It didn’t take long for him to get the hang of it, and he trotted around the field twice. His excitement was still strong, and he was shouting that he wanted to run even faster.

The commotion on his side made the young men break out in cold sweats.

“Isn’t this Wei Xiaofeng a bit too reckless?”

“It would be terrible if he fell.”

“He’s learning so fast!”

…

Su Qingzhi saw that everyone else had already mounted their horses, leaving only him still struggling with this beast. A dark emotion climbed into his heart. He took advantage of the instructor’s inattention and secretly took a golden hairpin from his head, stabbing it hard into the horse’s neck.

“Damn beast!”

Little White neighed and raised his front hooves high, running wildly around the field like crazy.

There were screams on the field, and everyone jumped off their horses and dodged.

Wei Xiaofeng saw that Little White was about to crash into him, and closed his eyes in terror, screaming, “Help!!!”

It’s over, he’s going to be smashed into a meat patty.

At the critical moment, a black, agile figure riding a horse as fast as lightning came galloping from afar. The speed of that black-maned horse was astonishing, instantly catching up with Little White.

Everyone held their breath, and saw that the black figure was very skillful at riding, approaching Little White, and gracefully jumped onto the white horse’s back using skillful force.

He pulled the reins, stroked Little White’s neck with one hand to appease it, and controlled Little White to slowly slow down. Then, he blew a loud whistle to stop his own horse as well.

The expected pain didn’t come. Wei Xiaofeng carefully opened his eyes, and as if he had seen a ghost, he saw that the gentleman who had ridden up on the white horse to save him was the Guangling Prince?!

“Scared?” Feng Yue asked in a low voice, his tone gentle.

Wei Xiaofeng’s face was pale, the hand holding the reins was trembling slightly, and he just shook his head with tightly pursed lips, still trying to act strong.

Feng Yue’s thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes contained a worried look. He wanted to say a few words of comfort, but with so many eyes watching, it wasn’t good to be too intimate, so he called the instructor over to lead Wei Xiaofeng’s horse aside to rest.

After he walked away, Feng Yue opened his palm and saw bloodstains on the black leather hand guard. He took off the hand guard, touched the horse’s neck, and got some more bright red bloodstains.