Chapter 291: Chapter 291: Can I ask Brother Fu Ce for help with anything?
Bai Zhi’er finished changing clothes in the inner room.
She softly said, "Fifth Brother is soaked too, Sister Qingmei, can you find some clothes for him as well?"
Qingmei hesitated for a moment.
Since the little princess had just fallen into the well, she wanted to stay by the princess’s side.
But she couldn’t disobey the princess’s orders.
So Qingmei gently advised, "I’ll go to the Imperial Affairs Bureau to check, but your hair is still wet, and it’s cold outside, so please don’t run around until I return, alright?"
Bai Zhi’er sat on the soft couch, dangling her little feet, and nodded obediently: "Okay!"
Qingmei left.
Soon, a tall, slender figure stood outside the curtain.
"Have you finished changing?" It was Feng Fuce’s voice.
Bai Zhi’er was playing with the white bones she brought up from the bottom of the well.
Upon hearing this, the little one turned her head, her voice soft and cute: "All done, come in Brother Fu Ce~"
A slender hand lifted the curtain, and only then did Feng Fuce step inside.
Watching Bai Zhi’er work hard to piece together the bones into a human shape.
The young boy couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows.
"Is this what you rescued from the bottom of the well?"
Bai Zhi’er nodded: "Yeah! This big sister told me there’s a peach nail under her bones. Someone cast a spell, leaving it there to prevent the spring water from flowing out."
"Once we remove the peach nail, there will be a continuous flow of spring water!"
She narrated the events.
Then suddenly paused, as if realizing something.
Bai Zhi’er’s big watery eyes turned to Feng Fuce.
"Brother Fu Ce, you must think I’m dreaming and speaking nonsense."
After all, talking to bones, the first reaction of the brothers was disbelief.
Mother said that sometimes it’s hard to get everyone to believe magical things.
However, Feng Fuce remained silent for a moment, then slightly parted his thin lips: "I believe what you said."
Bai Zhi’er widened her eyes: "Really?"
Feng Fuce stretched his long legs, pulled over a stool, and sat down casually.
"Yes," the young boy nodded lightly, his dark eyes deep: "You don’t have any reason to lie to me, so I believe whatever you say."
Bai Zhi’er’s little face was touched with emotion: "Brother Fu Ce, you’re the best!"
Feng Fuce said in a deep voice: "But Bai Zhi’er, you should know that such things are dangerous, you were lucky not to get hurt this time, what if you get hurt next time?"
The little one’s round black eyes glimmered with innocence.
She said softly, "Uh... Zhi’er will be careful!"
Bai Zhi’er was also somewhat puzzled.
What does it feel like to be unlucky?
Feng Fuce looked at her, the bright room light softening the coldness on his face.
"Don’t do this next time," he spoke slowly, "if you see something at the bottom of the well, don’t rush down yourself, you can come to me for help, but don’t take the risk yourself."
Under Feng Fuce’s long black lashes, his dark eyes showed no emotion, yet they were filled with seriousness.
His straight nose and thin lips gave the young boy a sense of cold aloofness.
Yet, Bai Zhi’er inexplicably felt a sense of promise.
She tilted her little head: "I can come to Brother Fu Ce for help with anything?"
In Feng Fuce’s cool gaze, there was a faint, unreadable smile.
The young boy raised his eyebrows: "Of course."
Bai Zhi’er spoke softly and directly: "Then help Zhi’er find someone."
"Who?"
"My Brother Juzi!" The little one smiled happily.
At this moment, Feng Fuce’s calm, deep eyes showed a crack of rippling waves.