Chapter 319: Chapter 319: Brother Fu Ce Smells So Nice, Let Me Take a Whiff
The beggar froze for a moment.
A moment ago, it felt as if a warm current swept through his heart.
He never imagined that at his age, he would be comforted by a little child.
Zhi’er took out a few copper coins from her own wallet and placed them in his hand.
"Take it to buy some food~"
In that brief moment of silence, Zhi’er had already picked up the paper kite and ran off to play with the Fang Brothers.
It was unclear when the beggar quietly left.
A while later, Feng Fuce arrived at the Martial Arts Training Ground with two Xiu Luo Envoys.
The young boy was dressed in a black robe with silver edges today, which accentuated his tall and slender figure and gave off a naturally indifferent aura.
Beneath his long eyebrows was a pair of cold eyes that remained calm and clear at all times.
Feng Fuce was there to pick up Zhi’er.
Bai Xilie informed him after returning to the palace that the little one hoped he would come.
So he waited, and after a while, knowing she was almost finished with her lessons, he arrived half an hour early.
At this moment, he saw Zhi’er playing happily among her classmates.
He decided not to go up and disturb her directly.
Instead, he stood at a distance, quietly observing.
His expression was indifferent, his eyes sharp and cold.
Yet whenever he saw Zhi’er stepping with her little feet, dashing around like a lively, jubilant little creature, a faint unintentional smile would always appear deep in Feng Fuce’s eyes.
Suddenly!
Bai Yanyan tugged at the string, subtly approaching the playing Zhi’er.
She moved cautiously, taking a step now and then, unnoticed by anyone.
After all, the Martial Arts Training Ground was full of students playing with kites.
But standing far away, no one could escape the keen eyes of Feng Fuce.
As soon as Bai Yanyan got close to Zhi’er, Feng Fuce furrowed his brow.
The seemingly ordinary kite string, though twisted from cotton cloth, could cause unimaginable consequences if it wrapped around a neck or injured an eye when flying.
Bai Yanyan kept a close watch on Zhi’er’s little figure not far away.
When she was in the village, she once saw the neighbor Erhu accidentally caught his sister’s neck with a kite string.
When the silver wire was pulled, it even scraped the skin.
If it had been a little faster, it might have been fatal!
Bai Yanyan didn’t want to kill Zhi’er; she just wanted to teach her a lesson.
After all, Zhi’er was wrong to ask a beggar to help fly a kite!
However, before Bai Yanyan could get close to Zhi’er,
a figure appeared beside the little one, directly blocking Bai Yanyan’s view.
Feng Fuce’s presence caused the students to stop their kites.
They quickly gathered in twos and threes, looking fearfully at the infamous Marquis Wan, known for his bloody deeds.
A few brave ones whispered—
"Why has the Marquis Wan come, could someone have made a mistake?"
"So scary, I’ve heard he carries a heavy scent of blood that you can smell up close!"
Feng Fuce listened to these remarks, seemingly unfazed.
Those cold eyes were as calm as an ancient well, showing no trace of anger.
To him, ordinary people’s judgments were like ants, not worth concerning himself over.
But Zhi’er, hearing everyone’s comments, turned her head and discovered Feng Fuce’s arrival.
"Brother Fuce!" The little one beamed brightly: "Why did you come!"
"When do you finish your lessons? I’m here to take you back to the palace." Feng Fuce spoke in a calm, gentle tone.
The surrounding people gasped.
How was the Marquis Wan not like the rumored cold-blooded killer?
Zhi’er’s forehead was already sweating, her little face flushed from running.
"It’ll be a while longer, Brother Fuce, you came early!"
That said, she let go of the kite and directly jumped into Feng Fuce’s arms.
"Brother Fuce smells so nice; did you bring me some treats!" The little one’s round eyes casually swept over the classmates who were whispering around.