Feng Fuce gave all the Asura Envoys a holiday.
He carried Xijiang Yue’s pastries, walking on the palace road filled with moonlight, intending to find Bai Zhi’er.
Just after turning the corner, he heard a sobbing cry.
Feng Fuce paused his steps.
He walked over with somber eyes.
In the dark of the palace road, sure enough, it was that little fellow Bai Zhi’er.
She sat on the ground, holding her little ankle with a wronged expression, sniffing her nose.
Bai Zhi’er saw a pair of black boots stop in front of her.
She looked up, her voice tearful: "Brother Fuce."
"Where are the palace attendants around you, didn’t they follow you?" Feng Fuce frowned, squatting down, helping to check her little foot.
Bai Zhi’er wiped her tears with her little hands, making her cheeks red.
She said: "I let the sister palace maids go play, I originally wanted to send the bamboo cage to father, so he could hang it up for mother to see."
"But, I accidentally fell, the bamboo cage also got broken, and all the chongchong flew away."
The more she talked, the more aggrieved she felt, and Bai Zhi’er shed a few precious tears.
Her little nose turned pink: "I’m too clumsy, and can’t even stand up."
Under the moonlit night, Feng Fuce’s handso brows reached his temples, his eyes deep, yet with a faint comforting intention.
"It’s okay, I just checked for you, there’s no harm to the bones, just a twist, it’ll ease soon."
Bai Zhi’er dejectedly drooped her little head: "Such a pity, today is the Chasing Moon Festival!"
Feng Fuce, with a jade-like face, quietly looked at the little fellow for a mont.
Suddenly, Bai Zhi’er heard him say: "Climb up."
The little fellow looked up, seeing Feng Fuce with his back to her crouched down, indicating for her to climb onto his back.
Bai Zhi’er imdiately extended her little hands, skillfully wrapping them around his neck, and in a blink, was carried on Feng Fuce’s back.
"Brother Fuce, where are we going?"
"Taking you to catch fireflies."
Hearing Feng Fuce say this, the tearfulness in Bai Zhi’er’s watery eyes instantly dispersed completely.
She wiped away the tears on her cheeks with her little hands, joyfully and grinningly asked: "Really? Brother Fuce, you’re so nice!"
This way she’ll make it in ti to give the bamboo cage to father!
Mother is in Heaven, if she could see father raising a bamboo cage of longing for her, she’d surely be happy too!
Feng Fuce cupped Bai Zhi’er’s little bottom with one hand, carrying the food box with the other.
At this mont, Bai Zhi’er sniffed with her little nose: "It slls so good, what scent is it?"
Feng Fuce chuckled: "Your nose is really keen, I was free tonight, went to Xijiang Yue to buy so food, I couldn’t eat it all myself, I intended to find you."
Saying this, he glanced sideways, feeling the sweet fragrance of the little fellow on his back.
"Who knew, so little rascal was sitting alone on the palace road crying. I think, from now on, I’ll call you little fool."
Bai Zhi’er pouted: "That’s because I’m still small, if I fall down, I cry."
She finished, sweetly and adorably asked: "Brother Fuce, what delicious food did you bring?"
Feng Fuce answered in a cool tone: "Vinegar-glazed chicken, taro cake, Lingering."
Wow! They’re all her favorites!
Bai Zhi’er’s eyes brightened up.
She placed her little head on his shoulder, pitifully and softly asked: "I haven’t eaten anything for an hour, I’m a bit hungry now."
"Brother Fuce, can you let try a taro cake first?"
Feng Fuce coldly said: "Eat when we reach the garden."
Bai Zhi’er was slightly unwilling.
Little girls like her want to have what they want to eat right away!
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