bookcurios Chapter 157 - Washing up
Chapter 157 - Washing up
Feng Muyan shook Qingying off and ran towards the main house with a few taps of his feet. His deep voice kept echoing, "Qingying, ask Hanmei to come and wash this king."
Qingying's mouth froze. What was the master going to do? Getting dressed up in the middle of the night?
In a moment, Hanmei arrived at Feng Muyan's bedroom door with a sleepy face. She knocked on the door a few times and got a response. The moment she pushed the door open, Hanmei's jaw almost dropped to the ground. She slapped herself hard, and the waves of pain came to her and she realized that she was not dreaming.
In the huge bedroom, whether it is the floor or the table, it is all covered with clothes. There are all kinds of colors and styles. It can be compared to a ready-made clothing store. What is her master going to do?
"Hanmei, what are you still standing there for? Why don't you come over and help me wash and groom?" Feng Muyan glanced at Hanmei unhappily.
"Master, why do you want to wash up in the middle of the night?" Han Mei asked puzzledly.
Feng Muyan gave Han Mei a cold look without saying anything. He turned around and sat on the stool beside the bed.
Hanmei knew that her master was on the verge of becoming impatient, so she lowered her head and followed.
After a while, Feng Muyan, wearing a white robe with crescent-shaped cloud pattern, stood in front of the bronze mirror. His once disheveled hair was now neatly tied behind his head. The eight years of dormancy had worn away a lot of his hostility and loneliness. If you ignore the long scar on his face, he looks like a handsome young man.
"Hanmei, do you think the scar on my face would scare people?" Feng Muyan looked at himself in the mirror with a frown. She probably wouldn't care about the scar on his face, after all, she kissed him that day. Thinking of this, she felt her cheeks getting hot.
"Master, you look very good tonight." Han Meican said with a smile. She always felt that her master was different tonight. He had put away his former coldness and arrogance, and his whole body exuded a sense of warmth.
Feng Muyan raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, turned around and left with his hands behind his back, once again scaring Han Mei so much that she stood there in a daze. Her master must have been possessed by an evil spirit tonight!
In the Song Mansion, Feng Muyan searched frantically for a long time but couldn't find the figure he had missed for a long time. There was an emotion called fear that kept fermenting in his heart, and then grew wildly. Did she leave?
"Ah...ah..." Feng Muyan let out two suppressed roars, fell to his knees on the ground, and kept beating his chest with his fists. Why was he so stupid that he couldn't recognize her earlier? Why!
"Amu!" Mu Ziyan in the Xiao Mansion suddenly woke up from her dream, her smooth and plump forehead covered with fine beads of sweat. She seemed to have heard Amu's voice in her dream just now.
In the master bedroom of the Xiao Mansion, Xiao Mu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of complicated emotions. If he had heard correctly just now, the voice should have come from the Song family's old house. Who could it be so late at night!
Suddenly, a light and regular whistle sounded, and Tuan Tuan in Mu Ziyan's room became restless. The ears that had been drooping softly on the top of the head suddenly stood up, and then kept turning around in place, and his eyes looked at Mu Ziyan on the bed from time to time.
Seeing that Mu Ziyan did not respond, Tuantuan finally didn't care about her anymore, broke through the door and ran away in an instant.
Mu Ziyan slowly sat up from the bed, staring at the half-open door with wet eyes. The whistle that had just attracted everyone was not an illusion, which meant that he was nearby.
Tuan Tuan ran out and soon found the familiar wall. He began to dig impatiently along the base of the wall, making anxious humming sounds from time to time.
Although the sounds of digging and humming were not very loud, Feng Muyan on the other side of the wall still heard them clearly. He jumped up lightly and climbed over the wall. The fat Tuan Tuan immediately stopped the movement of his claws and tilted his head to look at Feng Muyan obediently.
“Ah…ah…” Tuantuan growled happily.