"What's wrong?" he asked. Yan Funing quickly wiped away her tears: "It's nothing, I just miss my family." "family?" "I just wonder if there are any relatives of mine in this world." She lowered her head and raised her steps, "Fu Ciyi, let's go down." The man grabbed her wrist and pulled her back: "Are you feeling sad when you see the full moon and think that others have family members but you don't have one?" When he said it, she couldn't hold back her emotions that she had managed to control, and she burst into tears again. "Am I useless?" She breathed a sigh of relief, "Sometimes I wonder, do I not belong to this world?" He wiped away her tears: "What nonsense are you talking about? If you don't belong to this world, where else can you belong?" Yan Funing paused. Yes, I wanted to say that I didn't belong to this world, so I tried to say this, but he refuted it like this.
That’s all, no more talking. Seeing that she remained silent, Fu Ciyi said, "Do you want me to comfort you?" Hearing this, Yan Funing twitched the corners of her lips and hurriedly refused: "No, no, I don't need comfort." The man chuckled and reached out to pinch her face: "How do you think I can comfort you?" Yan Funing broke free from her wrist and walked away. Who would have thought that because of embarrassment, he walked too fast, stepped on a stone, his ankle buckled, and he fell sideways. Seeing this, Fu Ciyi quickly supported the person. She walked a few more steps, but she felt a piercing pain in her ankle. The pain made her eyes red again and she gasped. Fu Ciyi didn't see her red eyes, but heard her soft low voice due to pain. "Don't leave, I'll carry you." He walked up to her and squatted down slightly with his back to her. "No need to carry it, I can walk by myself." She took a few more steps to the side. Seeing her trying to distance herself from him, Fu Ciyi got angry out of nowhere, grabbed her arm, and said coldly: "Legs and feet are a big deal. If you become lame, no one will marry you in the future. How can it be difficult?" Are you going to drag me around for the rest of your life?" Yan Funing choked. Although the words don't sound good, they are indeed the truth. Then he stretched out his arms: "You carry me." Fu Ciyi put her arms on his shoulders and carried her effortlessly. His hands rested on the crooks of her legs in a very gentlemanly manner, without supporting her hips.
Yan Funing patted his shoulder and whispered: "Thank you!" The delicate and soft voice, as well as her rich beauty, made Fu Ciyi's back tense. In a strange way, he said: "Why do I seem to be carrying a spirit that specializes in charming people's hearts?" His back was so numb that he felt extremely clear. Yan Funing didn't notice anything was wrong with the man, and slapped him hard on the shoulder: "How should I speak? The moon is so beautiful, why didn't you call me a fairy, but instead called me a monster? Am I not good-looking?" "It looks good, but it just made me cry ugly." "No, it looks good when I cry. Fu Ciyi, you really don't appreciate it." "Oh, if I could appreciate it, wouldn't I have to make you cry all the time?" Suddenly, Yan Funing could not speak. There are very few people climbing to the top of the city wall at night, and the surroundings are very quiet. It was so quiet that Fu Ciyi could clearly hear her heartbeat coming from behind. Afraid that she would be in a bad mood again, he hurriedly asked: "Hey, seductive spirit, what's wrong with you?" Yan Funing leaned into his ear and deliberately lowered her voice: "Hey... Fu Ciyi... aren't you afraid that I will eat you?" "Eat me?" the man chuckled, "Looking at your voice, do you think it's a man-eating beast in the wilderness, or a female spirit that harvests yang to replenish yin?" Yan Funing choked immediately. After a long while, she said: "Hey, what does it mean to harvest yang and replenish yin?" "In the strange novels, the kind of female spirit who specializes in charming young scholars absorbs men's yang energy to practice some kind of skills." The man's back was stiff, but he walked steadily. "You mean I'm a female spirit who has sprained my feet to seduce you, a scholar?" While talking, she angrily went to twist his ears, but was surprised to find that his ears were extremely hot. He hurriedly threw away his hand: "Do you think I'm trying to seduce you? I really have a sprained foot." The man said hoarsely: "I know you really have sprained feet." "Then you still say that I am a female spirit. Give you a chance to say it again..." She paused and said, "Just say that I am a fairy." "Are there any fairies that cannibalize people?" the man asked. Yan Funing said: "No." The man said seriously: "That's right." She finally came to her senses: "Well, you Fu Ciyi! Do you mean that I am still a female spirit who wants to harvest your yang and absorb your yang energy?" The man was startled, his handsome face turned slightly red, and he said solemnly: "Then you are a man-eating beast." Yan Fu smiled angrily: "Now she's not even a female spirit, she's just a man-eating beast."
A moment later, approaching where Lu Wenfeng and the others were, she couldn't help but ask again: "Fu Ciyi, in your eyes, am I not good-looking?" The man didn't answer. At this time, Caiyu waved to them: "The girl and my uncle are back." She walked over quickly: "Girl, are you tired?" He actually called his uncle to carry him on his back. "My feet are sprained, but I'm not tired." Yan Funing struggled to get off Fu Ciyi's back, "Husband, let Caiyu carry me instead." Fu Ciyi said coldly: "Caiyu was out of breath when she came up. If she carries you down, you two will probably roll down together." Hearing this, Caiyu stopped talking. I am very strong, but I am really not good at climbing steep slopes. It would be really dangerous if he carried his own lady down. Lu Wenfeng also spoke: "Brother Ci Yi feels sorry for my wife, so just let him continue to carry her." Who said he was too physically strong? Sure enough, even though Fu Ciyi was carrying a woman on his back, he still walked very quickly and easily when he went down the city wall. On the other hand, others look relaxed. Because the steps in several places were almost vertical, their legs and feet were shaking when they came down. Of course, no one said this. The group returned to the inn. Fu Ciyi first asked the waiter for hot water, and then carried Yan Funing upstairs. Finally sitting on the stool, Yan Funing let out a long breath. There was a knock on the door. Fu Ciyi glanced at her, opened the door and took the hot water brought by the waiter. After placing the basin on the ground, he first took out a cotton towel for later use. Then without saying a word, he knelt down and reached out to clasp her ankles. When the skin on her ankles was touched by him, Yan Funing instinctively shrank her feet: "I'll wash it myself. My feet are much better. You don't have to worry." The man didn't let go and said in a cold voice: "I took you to play with the city wall. If you get hurt, it's not my fault." Yan Funing moved her ankle, but couldn't break free. At this moment, she discovered a phenomenon. If he didn't let go, no matter how hard she struggled, it would be useless. Fu Ciyi reached out and took off her shoes and socks, pulled over the basin, dipped his hand in the water to test the temperature, and reminded her: "It's a little hot. It's more comfortable if your feet are hot like this." After saying that, he dipped her feet into it. It was quite hot, so hot that Yan Funing bit her finger joints, and the next moment, she laughed out loud.
The future powerful minister actually washed her feet! The man raised his eyelids and looked at her: "What are you laughing at?" (End of Chapter)
