Feng Lingxi interrupted Dugucheng. Dugucheng looked at her, his expression changed slightly, and a layer of helplessness floated in his handsome eyes. He knew that sooner or later Xi’er would say he would see Luo Li, but he didn’t expect it would be so soon.
“It seems that Luo Li really knows you. He said that if you want to see him, go to Huamanlou. Tomorrow, I will accompany you.”
Feng Lingxi nodded, “I need to ask him some things in person. Moreover, even if he can’t tell me what is happening in the Yao tribe, I can still know some of the generalities, which is of some help.”
Feng Lingxi explained this in nothing more than hoping that Dugucheng could understand what she meant.
As Xiaoli said, Dugu Cheng was really afraid that something would happen to her.
Dugucheng nodded, “I understand, he told me today that he would take you back to the Yao tribe in one month. I originally planned to tell you about this in two days. Now you want to see him. I tell you that I will be prepared for you when I see him tomorrow.”
“What are you preparing for?”
Feng Lingxi looked at Dugucheng and her beautiful eyes raised, “Don’t you think I will follow him back to the Yao tribe?”
Dugucheng looked at her, thinking of Luo Li’s confident words, Xi’er would go back with him. Perhaps Xi’er didn’t feel anything before she saw Luo Li. When she saw Luo Li, it might not be like this.
“If he said he could help you find your mother-in-law, or the Yao tribe needs you…”
“Dugucheng, do you think he can help me find her
Mother? Aman said that her mother was forced to jump off the cliff of the forbidden area by them. Life and death are unknown. How could he help me find her? Go to the bottom of the cliff? Can’t I find her? I’m talking about it. What does it have to do with me? Because of the Yao tribe, I have suffered so much sin. It’s not whether the Yao tribe needs me, but whether I want it.”
Feng Lingxi was very angry. She had long wanted to vent her words. She was really not a saint. She just wanted to live her life well, not obey them for the so-called heirs.
What does the Yao people have to do with her?
Since she became the saint of Yao tribe, hasn’t she died enough?
Now that their mother is forced to jump off a cliff, the Yao people really need her. Why didn’t they look for her when there was a problem? Now they need her, why should she clean up the mess for them?
Dugucheng held her hand, “Stop talking, Xi’er, don’t be angry, I will feel distressed if I get angry.”
Feng Lingxi took a deep breath and looked at Dugucheng’s worried eyes, “I still think I was more suitable for me in the past, pretending to be gentle and virtuous, and saying so much nonsense to them.”
Feng Lingxi vented her feelings, and then she went back to her room to rest.
Dugucheng accompanied her, looking at the loneliness on her face, sat beside her, holding her hand, and quietly accompanying her.
Feng Lingxi was lying there, tears flowing down the corners of her eyes instantly. Dugu Cheng looked at her and knew that she felt wronged and that she felt uncomfortable. Xi’er felt uncomfortable about her mother-in-law, but he couldn’t help her, so he could only accompany her, hoping that she would feel better after crying.
Perhaps it was because this period of time was too tired, Feng Lingxi cried for a while before falling asleep.
Dugucheng covered her with a quilt, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, got up and walked aside to write a letter. Linxi County and the Yao people were not far apart. In addition, he had been to the Yao people. Although he didn’t know about the cliff underground, he could ask them to find it first to see if there was any news about his mother-in-law.
That’s all he can do.
The next day, Feng Lingxi and Dugucheng arrived at Huamanlou. Luoli was not surprised to see them coming, and he had already made tea and was waiting for them.
“It seems you know we will come?”
Feng Lingxi walked over and sat opposite him. Dugucheng sat down next to Feng Lingxi. Looking at Luo Li’s calm and composed appearance, there was no emotional turmoil because of their arrival. As always, it was as gentle as jade, as if their arrival seemed to have made an appointment with him.