The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 795 Are You Afraid?
"Sister..."

"The best case scenario is that Feng Kite's life can be saved, but he will be worse than a useless person from now on."

And she would never watch her man live a life worse than a useless person.

Meng Meijing stepped into Feng Zheng's house nervously.

In the room, Feng Zheng was not lying on the bed, but half leaning against it, drinking the medicine that Jin Yin had just sent for his treatment and recuperation.

Although Chang'an avoided everyone and secretly used his magical powers to heal Feng Zheng in the house when Feng Zheng was seriously injured and unconscious, he could not cure him all at once, which could easily arouse suspicion from others.

Besides, Chang'an was not good at medical techniques. After pulling Feng Zheng back to the world from the brink of death, he only healed Feng Zheng's internal injuries, saving his life. He did not deal with other wounds such as the surface wounds of the body.

Therefore, during this period of time after Feng Kite was seriously injured, the medicine he took three times a day was not only to treat the surface wounds, but also to regulate Feng Kite's internal organs.

After all, we are just mortals.

She used her magic power and medical skills to heal the internal injuries, but some injuries still required long-term care.

Just like this mortal body that the master is passively possessed by.

"Miss." Feng Zheng wanted to get out of bed, but Meng Shisan raised his hand to stop her in time.

After Jin Yin greeted Meng Shisan, he leaned back on the large pillow on the bed, holding Feng Zheng.

"Second Miss." The two of them called Meng Meijing again.

The kite still did not move, but the gold and silver bowed.

Meng Meijing came to Feng Zheng's bed. Jin Yin took the empty bowl that Feng Zheng had used to drink the medicine, took two steps back and waited by the side.

Meng Shisan said to Jin Yin, "No need to guard it."

"Yes." Jin Yin then retreated.

Feng Zheng watched Jin Yin leave her room, and immediately knew that Meng Shisan came to her room at this time because there must be something. Then she looked at Meng Meijing, her eyes filled with some inquiry.

Meng Meijing sensed the inquiry in Feng Zheng's eyes, and she showed a trace of embarrassment. She wanted to speak directly, but she felt that this person was her eldest sister's person, and was the maid who was almost killed because of her eldest sister. If she spoke directly, it would inevitably be a bit inappropriate.

Seeing Meng Meijing's hesitation, Feng Zheng turned to look at Meng Shisan, who nodded slightly. She turned back to Meng Meijing and took the initiative to say, "Second Miss, just say whatever you want to say."

Meng Meijing couldn't help but glance at Meng Shisan, but this time Meng Shisan didn't move at all and just looked at her calmly.

It’s a good thing that my younger sister wants to know and face it. But since she has made up her mind, from this moment on, I can no longer depend on her for everything and let her decide for me.

The legitimate sister is different from others. She is the second lady of the Meng family and the master. When she gets married in the future, no matter whether she becomes the mistress of a family or just the wife of a room, she must have her own opinion.

Meng Meijing didn't get any instructions from Meng Shisan. She was stunned for a moment, then she realized that her elder sister wanted her to make her own decision. She turned her gaze back to Feng Zheng's face and said, "Sister said that you were seriously injured. Although your injuries have improved a lot, the wounds on your body are still hideous even after they have healed..."

"Miss, do you want to take a look?"

"...is that okay?"

Feng Zheng smiled and said, "Of course you can. But Miss, you should be mentally prepared. The scars on my body are not only the new ones from this serious injury, but also the old ones from the past."

"New wounds and old scars?" Meng Meijing opened her eyes wide in shock. She couldn't help but look at Meng Shisan again. Seeing that her elder sister still had no expression, she looked back at Feng Zheng and said firmly, "I still want to take a look." "Okay." Feng Zheng began to undress.

The lanterns under the veranda swayed slightly in the wind, and the moonlight shone on the stone steps. There was an inexplicable chilliness that made it impossible to warm up.

Suddenly it started snowing.

The first snow of this year.

It is already November, and next month will be the Plum Blossom Banquet hosted by Li Zhaoqin as usual. The first snow came a little late.

When Li Zhaoqin returned to the Meng Mansion last time, he whispered with Meng Shisan, wondering whether the first snow of the year would fall during the last Four Seasons Banquet of the year.

At this moment, it seems that it won’t.

Meng Shisan took Meng Meijing's hand. Her eldest sister's hands were different from hers. They were plump. Even though she had recuperated for several months and gained a lot of weight, they were still far from as plump as her eldest sister's who had grown up healthily.

In the past, it was always her younger sister who took the initiative to hold her hand, and her younger sister's hand was always very warm. But now, it was the first time that she took the initiative to hold her younger sister's hand, and it was cold.

She was weak, and it was already a relief for her not to catch a cold on such a snowy day. She wanted to keep her hands warm by standing in the corridor like this. She didn't know how the original owner was in the winter before, but her hands were three points colder than her younger sister's.

As if she was chilled by Meng Shisan's hand, Meng Meijing came back to her senses from the distracted state she had been in after seeing the new and old scars on Feng Zheng's body: "Sister..."

After coming to her senses, she called out and looked around, and found that there were only two sisters in the corridor outside the kite house. Even Tong Yu Jixiang had disappeared. She wanted to ask someone to bring a hand warmer to her eldest sister, but there was no one to help.

So he stopped talking and took the hand that was not held by his elder sister and held her other hand.

She put her elder sister's hands together, covered them tightly with her own hands, and rubbed them gently, again and again.

As she rubbed her lips, tears began to fall.

Meng Shisan didn't move. He watched Meng Meijing's movements. When Meng Meijing was rubbing her hands to warm them up, golden beans burst out of her eyes and dripped onto the backs of their clasped hands. They seeped into the gaps between their fingers, bringing with them the heat, and slowly blended and disappeared.

"Sister..." Meng Meijing's voice choked with sobs, "...was it also this cold the night you were assassinated?"

Meng Shisan recalled: "It wasn't cold. It didn't snow that night."

If it had snowed that night, the streaks of blood she whipped out would have looked even more beautiful blooming in the snow.

Meng Meijing listened to Meng Shisan's flat voice, and then listened carefully to Meng Shisan's answer to her. She was stunned: "...Aren't you afraid at all, sister?"

Although she realized it late, she came to her senses at this moment.

When your eldest sister was assassinated, wasn't she afraid of being killed at all?
The answer is certainly yes.

Because Meng Shisan had this confidence: "I won't die, there's no need to be afraid."

On the other hand, if you are going to die, you will naturally be afraid.

When she was undergoing the tribulation, she dared to face the thunder head-on. Not only did she not want the thunder to destroy the ancestral cave temple where she had been practicing meditation, she was also confident that she would not be blown to pieces by the nine thunders.

Meng Meijing's eyes slowly moved down to Meng Shisan's broad waist, and she asked in an incredible tone, "Is the silver flower vine whip that big brother gave to me so powerful?"