Chapter 248: Who Will Draw The Beautys Eyebrows? (1/2)

Warm sunlight appeared at the rise of dawn.

Golden birds were pulling a heavy carriage a hundred meters above the ground on the southeastern canopy. Faint clouds were wafting around them. The birds shook their feathers that reflected a golden brilliance under the sun.

Feng Feiyun had finally returned. He ran very quickly last night, but he made little progress since he had no less than twenty injuries all over his body. Blood was still dripping from some open wounds all over his shoes. It must have left many footprints during his journey.

”For whom the beauty smiles as youth is passing by? In this mundane realm, the heart will not age, but without you, the world is a waste. Don't climb all alone till gray hair flutters on the steep pavilion. With no time remaining, who will draw her eyebrows in the end?” A beautiful song accompanied by a melodious zither came from the carriage. It echoed across the rosy clouds, causing all the finches nearby to tweet, creating a perfect tune. [1. Okay, this poem took 30 minutes. It looks like the author took several big elements from literature and came up with the rest by himself. It is about a girl waiting for the right person, but it also says not to wait too long or time will catch up. As for the eyebrows part, it is a tradition for the husband/lover to draw his wife/lover’s eyebrows. It is a symbol of love.]

It was a wondrous sound that gave others a profound peace of mind; this tune allowed others to forget about the troubles of the world.

Feng Feiyun smiled and landed on the carriage. While slightly trembling, Nangong Hongyan’s fingers immediately stopped flicking the strings. Her pretty and damp eyes were glancing around.

The song might have stopped, but the mystical hymn remained. With tearful eyes, she rushed towards Feng Feiyun and hugged him tightly while quietly weeping: “You are finally back. I was all alone and scared so I could only sing, but I became even more afraid. My mind was empty like the rootless duckweed always flowing down streams.”

“Sorry, I left in a rush.” He gently stroked her hair and closed his eyes to take a deep breath. Having someone in this world to worry about you was a wonderful thing.

“I know, I don’t blame you at all, only myself for being anxious and not helpful. I could only think about you and pray to the merciful Bodhisattva to grant you a safe return.” Her tears constantly dripped down while her long eyelashes gently quivered. She kept on muttering and revealing her worries and self-blame.

He asked: “You really prayed to the Bodhisattva for my sake?”

“Really.” She replied seriously.

“Then what did the Bodhisattva say?” He teased.

“She said… how do I know what she said? She is too busy to have the time to listen to a girl’s nagging.” She glanced at him and gently pinched his arm to express her dissatisfaction.

He screamed: “Oww!”

She suddenly panicked and hastily asked: “Did I hurt you?”

“Right on my wound!” He responded.

“Sorry, really sorry, I didn’t mean to, it's all my fault…” She blamed herself while stomping on the carriage before biting her lips then quickly checking his wound in clear distress.

He noticed her anxious appearance like a hen losing their flock of children. Her pretty eyes were confused and spinning from being nervous.

“Why are you staring at me like this?” She didn’t dare to look straight into his fiery eyes and quickly lowered her head while feeling shy.

He smilingly said: “Very pretty!”

“So it doesn’t hurt?” Her voice was as quiet and gentle as a buzzing mosquito.

“It really doesn’t.” He shook his head.

“Really?” She lifted her head. A pair of eyes even more beautiful than the stars stared at Feng Feiyun. She looked at his eyes and his wounds with an indescribable hint of worry. How could he not be in pain when there were so many wounds?

He said: “If you can sing that song earlier for me, I think it truly won’t hurt anymore.”

She sat down again and showcased her beautiful and enchanting figure while holding her zither. Her slender jade-like fingers gently touched the strings. At this time, she was as ethereal as smoke and as calm as water. It was an extraordinarily transcendent image.

She was no longer a delicate girl for she has turned into a magnificent immortal playing an instrument.

”For whom the beauty smiles as youth is passing by? In this mundane realm, the heart will not age, but without you, the world is a waste. Don't climb all alone till gray hair flutters on the steep pavilion. With no time remaining, who will draw her eyebrows in the end...”

Feng Feiyun was intoxicated by the music. The spirit energy in his body began to surge to heal his wounds as he sat next to her. It wrapped around his body and pulsed about his skin.

The zither sounded like a spring lingering by his ears. Meanwhile, the carriage started flying towards the horizon.

“Someone handed me a ring and told me to give this to you.” The moment the song was over, she took out a black ring and carefully gave it to Feng Feiyun.

He accepted the Infinite Spirit Ring and happily said: “Was it a young man with a dark complexion?”

“That’s right.” She gently nodded.

He asked: “Did he trouble you at all?”