At this mont, Xiao Wen was already standing at the gate of the siheyuan where Fang Liang lived.
A river crossed the street in front of the siheyuan, but there was no bridge directly in front of its gate; however, there was a stone arch bridge a few hundred ters away.
So, it was equally quiet here, with the water shimring under the moonlight.
The siheyuan was enclosed by a wall painted with white ash.
Thinking for a mont, Xiao Wen went to the wall, swiftly flipped over, and jumped into the courtyard.
Fang Liang had not slept yet, and the carved window panes emitted a warm yellow light. His courtyard was exceptionally silent.
Under the faint moonlight, it was apparent that this courtyard was extrely elegant.
This place was naturally different from where Gu Zhixing’s family lived.
Though it was near a bustling area, the nearby park made it appear more elegant.
The house was an old-style siheyuan.
Not much different from the siheyuans in the Imperial Capital, although it appeared sowhat aged, it was very well maintained, and perhaps had been recently renovated.
The light from the windows of the main house showed a silhouette. Fang Liang seed to be holding a book or sothing else in his hands, remaining motionless, clearly very engrossed.
Xiao Wen stood quietly in front of the window. She couldn’t just barge in; after all, if Fang Liang was with his wife, it would be inconvenient.
After all, it was already nine o’clock at night, almost ti to rest.
Fortunately, she was invisible, making her observations much more convenient.
Looking through the window, there was only Fang Liang in the room.
Xiao Wen felt relieved. She quietly went to the door; it wasn’t locked. Xiao Wen took out a Spirit Talisman from her pocket, and after lighting it, it turned into an invisible barrier. Taking this opportunity, Xiao Wen pushed the door and entered the house.
The Spirit Talisman muffled the sound of the door opening, and Xiao Wen quietly closed the door.
Xiao Wen stood still for a mont. The entire house, much like the outside, was very elegant, and it was evident that it belonged to a family with a rich heritage.
The furniture was either made of red sandalwood or huanghuali.
Everywhere carried the weight of ages and cultural history.
It was naturally incomparable to the decline of Gu Zhixing’s family.
After a brief glance, Xiao Wen furrowed her brow; it was obvious that besides Fang Liang, there was no one else in the house.
Where was his wife?
Could it be that she wasn’t living with him?
In such a large courtyard, why wouldn’t the couple live together?
Or maybe his wife wasn’t ho?
But no, the house had nothing that belonged to a woman.
Despite being elegantly decorated, it was clear these were all things Fang Liang liked.
Walking towards the bedroom along the hall, though Xiao Wen knew she shouldn’t look, her curiosity got the better of her, and she quietly approached the bedroom door.
Reaching the door, a casual glance was all it took for Xiao Wen to realize this was where Fang Liang lived alone.
This was really strange.
But regardless, this had little to do with her; she ca today just to see his living environnt and how he was doing now.
After all, in her youth, this person had lingered in her mind for such a long ti.
She thought she had forgotten, but upon seeing Fang Liang, she found she had never forgotten.
Even more than she had imagined.
What this ant, Xiao Wen did not want to think deeply about at the mont, and she turned towards Fang Liang’s study.
A mont later, Xiao Wen stood in another corner of the study, watching Fang Liang, who was still sitting there reading.
Xiao Wen glanced at Fang Liang, then looked around the study; this was indeed Fang Liang’s style, perfectly matching his personality.
There were two large bookshelves, filled with an array of books, dazzling to the eyes. Xiao Wen wasn’t interested in these; she glanced at the Duobao Pavilion, then slightly frowned, before quietly approaching it.
The Duobao Pavilion had five levels.
There were so vases and knickknacks placed in a staggered fashion.
In the upper right corner of the Duobao Pavilion was a red sandalwood shelf with a small glass cabinet.
The glass cabinet was not large, about a dozen centiters in length.
Inside, there was an item, and at a glance, Xiao Wen’s heart skipped a beat.
The Phoenix Feather she thought lost was surprisingly nestled in the gold-velvet-lined glass cabinet.
This item was called Phoenix Feather, but it wasn’t a feather; it was a small stone.
It was sothing left behind during her Nirvana Rebirth.
She thought she had lost it.
Unexpectedly, Fang Liang had it.
This item wasn’t very important to her, but losing it was a pity. She rembered keeping it in her pocket, but sohow Fang Liang had picked it up.
The stone was very ordinary, not a beautifully colored jade, even sowhat dark—plain to the point others would not take a second look.
Yet, unexpectedly, Fang Liang kept it in such a glass cabinet alongside other priceless treasures.
Xiao Wen’s brow gradually relaxed, and she slightly smiled.
A conversation from when he carried her down the mountain suddenly replayed in her mind.
"Little girl, tell big brother where your ho is, and I’ll take you ho..."
"... Big brother, my ho is in the cave... actually, I’m a Phoenix Bird that can undergo Nirvana Rebirth, do you believe it?"
"..."
"I believe you, little girl. You’re amazing, being a flying Phoenix Bird..."
"Not the kind of Phoenix Bird you’re thinking of, not that kind of oriole, but the Phoenix of the east!"
"A bird for a king, from the kingdom of gentlen in the east, soaring beyond the seas, traversing Kunlun, drinking from the stone pillar, washing its feathers in weak water, avoiding dwelling in windy caves, and bringing peace to the world when seen... is that it?"
"Pretty much..."
"Little girl, no, Little Phoenix Bird, it’s an honor to et you today, but there are many hungry wolves on this mountain, it’s unsafe. I’ll take you down the mountain, and once it’s safe, I’ll bring you back. Right, where are your family mbers? They’re not in the cave, too, are they?"
"No, my dad went to duel with his enemy."
"..."
"Fighting is not good, living in a cave isn’t good either, you’re going to school in a few years, when I find your father, I’ll talk to him."
...
Even though he was injured, he walked steadily, step by step.
His voice was pleasant, just like his smile, warm as the spring breeze.
Her first impression of him was very good.
When flowers bloom on the roadside, the gentleman is like jade, probably just like this.
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