She stared into his eyes and emphasized every word: "Opportunities always come to those who are prepared."

"Are you ready? Have you worked hard?"

"Your efforts are just one morning and one step. Do you know that the father beside you..."

"He learned that you had been rescued, dragged his sick body all the way from the border to here, and guarded you day and night."

"The border war is tense. While he is worried about you, he also pays attention to national affairs and the safety of the people. Take a look at his hair. In just one month, his temples have turned completely white."

"For you, he did his best."

"And His Highness the King Xian, he grew up with you. In order to save you, he personally boarded the warship and met Feng Wei's sword."

"You can say that he suppressed bandits in order to pacify the world and protect the safety of the people, but you can't deny that under those noble names, there is also the most direct and practical reason. He wanted to save you."

"These two people have sacrificed so much to save you. My contribution can be completely ignored. But I still want to emphasize it today."

She paused slightly and breathed a long sigh of relief, "As for your intracranial surgery, I originally refused to do it."

"I don't want to take any risks."

"Surgery is very risky, and the most likely thing that will happen is that you die suddenly on the operating table."

"The operation is too dangerous and tests the doctor's mental strength too much. As a peasant girl, I don't want to get the reputation of killing the son of a general. I can refuse to operate on you."

"What makes me waver is the determination of His Highness the King Xian and Old General He, which makes me willing to give it a try."

"For God's sake, we succeeded in fighting and pulled you back from the entrance of the King of Hell's Palace."

"As far as death is concerned, any injury you have ever suffered is just a scratch."

"If you are awake now and still care about the scars on your skin and the imperfections of your limbs, then you have betrayed the sincerity of all of us."

A long list of words, not a word of comfort, not a word of consideration and care.

But word by word hit He Hongfei's heart, and his restless heart seemed to have undergone a baptism, tempering away those decadent impurities and becoming purer little by little.

After a long silence, he looked at him and solemnly promised: "I will work hard."

"I hope you will not only work hard, but try your best."

She said to the dumbfounded Hebei Fu Yifu, "The young master is not in a good mood today. Let him take some time to calm down. I will go back first."

"Oh. Oh!" Hebei nodded stupidly.

Xia Qianqian walked along the path towards the small door on the wall.

Mottled light and shadow fell on her body, and her pink dress danced with an elf-like halo, exuding an inspiring mysterious power.

It wasn't until the figure disappeared at the small door that He Hongfei came back to his senses and murmured: "Dad, I'm sorry."

This is the first time in so many years that my son has taken the initiative to apologize to him.

Hebei was at a loss for a moment, "Fei'er, what are you..."

"I shouldn't have done that to you!" His voice was still muffled.

When he was a child, his family suffered a massacre. He was too young and his memory is fuzzy.

He doesn't blame him.

Ever since he became sensible, his mother has died, but his father is still alive but not around.

He lived like an orphan without anyone caring for him.

That father only exists in people's mouths and in his few remaining memories.

He cares about this.

Because he cared, he gradually felt resentment towards Hebei in his heart.

"There is no need to talk about apologies between us as father and son." Hebei helped him up and sat him down at the stone table. "Fei'er, dad knows that you are anxious about your recovery."

"As Miss Xia said, this matter should not be rushed. You must be patient."

"Exercise is like practicing martial arts. It requires years and months of practice. Do you understand?"

"Yeah."

After educating the young master next door, Xia Qianqian went back to the house and fell asleep.

In the past few days, she has used up too many brain cells and really needs to catch up on her sleep.

After waking up, she went to the kitchen, made a cup of delicious milk tea, tasted it, and headed to the study.

From the wall next door, Hebei's voice came, "Yes, come on, step slowly, little by little, don't be in a hurry. Okay, plant your feet firmly first."

"Is that so?" the young master's deep voice.

"Yes, Fei'er, you are very powerful, you have walked such a long distance."

Then, the father and son laughed happily.

Xia Qianqian picked up the milk tea in her hand, took a sip, and couldn't help but smile, "It's very sweet and delicious."

I hope every day in the future will be so sweet.

Holding the cup of milk tea, I walked to the study while drinking, thinking about the Yunlan Flower Appreciation Festival the day after tomorrow.

This flower viewing festival is no ordinary flower viewing festival.

Yunlan is the name of a manor at the foot of Qingshan Mountain, owned by the current sage, the eldest princess of Taiyuan.

After the eldest princess of Taiyuan got married, she settled in the capital, and the manor here was managed by her husband's younger sister E Qiaomei.

E Qiaomei's husband's family lives in Sadi City, not far from Jiangcheng. Every June, they hold a flower viewing festival at Yunlan Manor, inviting close friends and ladies from all over the country to go sightseeing together.

This kind of flower viewing festival is slightly different from the flower viewing festival in the capital.

In the manor, there are not only a wide variety of flowers for people to enjoy, but the most important thing is that an entire street has been opened for small merchants and hawkers near Jiangcheng to set up stalls for ladies and ladies to visit and buy.

This model is very novel.

In ancient times, some ladies stayed away from home and rarely had the opportunity to experience the fun of shopping in the alleys.

And this nominal flower viewing festival can fully meet their needs.

Every small vendor who can set up a stall in Yunlan Manor must register and obey the arrangements. It just so happens that the person in charge of this matter this year is the Hu family.

The person in charge of this matter in the Hu family is Hu Tang.

She doesn't need to think about the issue of Yunlan Flower Viewing Festival tickets, Hu Tang will handle everything for her.

What she needs to consider is, once she has a stall, what kind of things should she sell so that she can be liked by the ladies and ladies.

She first excluded things like backpacks, which are only used by workers.

Foods such as tofu curd, fried dough sticks, and milk tea would probably be looked down upon by the pampered ladies of these rich families.

Hot and sour noodles are a popular taste. In a crowded place, if some people really like it, they will not take the initiative to try it in order to maintain their good image.

Xia Qianqian analyzed everything she could get her hands on one by one, and found out that she didn't know what she could sell in her small stall?

What a headache.

This time she went to the Yunlan Flower Appreciation Festival. Not only did she want to sell things and gain popularity, she also wanted to find out what the meaning of the words Xia Chi left in her diary was?
Chapter completed!