Xiaoxiao suppressed her laughter and glanced at Duan Zifei, who had a cold expression, "Zifei, it seems that your two sons are also adults."
Duan Zifei said nothing, picked up one of the paintings and came to them, "What's going on?" His tone was neither sullen nor angry, but a bit sharper than usual.
Xiao Wu didn't dare to look at him, and secretly pulled his brother with his little hands. Xiao Wen had no choice but to raise his head and said, "Uncle Wufeng made Aunt Wushuang angry. He wanted to coax her, so he wanted to write some kind of love poems, so he asked us
.”
"That's not the point." Duan Zifei said calmly.
Xiao Wu was puzzled, raised his head and looked at his father, and said with great sincerity, "We just wrote these few songs. Really, dad, you have to believe us, I can swear it!"
Duan Zifei closed his eyes, and his thin lips squirmed slightly, as if he was trying to suppress it. After a while, he said, "The point is, how can you write so well?"
"Haha..." Xiaoxiao couldn't hold it back any longer, lying on the table and laughing non-stop, "Son, your father is not angry with you for writing a love letter to Wu Feng, but angry with you for writing it so well!"
There is so much love between the lines, how does it look like it was written by two five-year-old children?
"Especially the sentence, Jun Si concubine can't sleep alone at night, its simplicity is the finishing touch."
Xiaoxiao laughed unscrupulously, and Duan Zifei turned her head to the side, and with a look she was stunned as a mother. She turned around and stared at her two sons, "From now on, you are not allowed to touch Wufeng, nor can you talk."
"Oh," Xiaowen and Xiaowu responded. Xiaoxiao waved her hands to them, and the two of them ran out quickly.
"Haha, how can we blame Wu Feng? If we blame it, it's because those two little monkeys are too smart." Xiaoxiao picked up the original works of her sons again, looked at them from left to right, and liked them so much, "Zifei, let's frame them
how?"
Duan Zifei walked back to her, pondered for a moment, and said, "Is it hard to go to the city in the morning?"
"Fortunately," Xiaoxiao said as if remembering something, "that person who bought more than a dozen stores in one go is so strange."
Duan Zifei raised his eyebrows, "Strange?"
"Yes," Xiaoxiao told him everything about today, and then analyzed, "It seems that he doesn't want to make money, so what is it for?"
"You'll know soon." Duan Zifei responded calmly.
Xiaoxiao tilted her head and looked at him, "Why do I feel like you are hiding something from me?"
He put away the love poems written by his son one by one and glanced at her, "No."
"Pavilion Master!" Wu Shui walked in with a solemn expression and handed over a letter, "This is a letter sent by someone from Mo Yue."
Duan Zifei took it and unfolded it, and Xiaoxiao quickly came over, "What happened..." She was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Zifei, "The treasure of Dragon Vein... was taken away by Duan Xiaoqi."
She and Zifei both knew what that meant.
"Pavilion Master, what should we do now?" Wu Shui asked anxiously, "Should we help them?"
Duan Zifei put down the letter, his expression unchanged, "That's his business and has nothing to do with us."
"...Yes," Wu Shui retreated uneasily.
Xiaoxiao bit her lip, raised her eyebrows, and said, "With these treasures, Duan Xiaoqi can confidently seize the world, including... the Yan Kingdom, and our Jun Wuge. I'm afraid what will happen to the Baigui Sect."
It was he who killed the chicken to show the monkey."
Even if she was worried, it might happen at any time. In Duan Zifei's calm eyes, there was still not even a trace of fluctuation. He casually put his arms around her waist and said, "The begonia flowers in the back mountain are blooming. I want to
Go and have a look?"
Xiaoxiao was startled, blinked, and then nodded with a smile, "Yeah, okay." Whose is the world and what does it have to do with her? As long as she can be with Zi Fei, she doesn't care about anything!
On the back hill of Nanshan, there are large tracts of crabapple flowers. When the wind blows, they form a rose-red wave of flowers, which is incredibly beautiful. Duanzi is not a romantic man, but he likes to see the surprise in Xiaoxiao’s eyes.
, so he will do everything to amaze her. Thinking about it, it can also be called his unique romance.
"Haha, Zi Fei, remember the camera I mentioned to you? I really want to take these pictures, they are so beautiful!" Xiaoxiao smiled like a beautiful flower in the rain of flowers in the sky. She stretched out her arms.
, the water sleeves are raised, like the elf in the flower, beautiful and moving.
He looked at her quietly and smiled, and in an instant even the flowers around him lost their color.
These images have been imprinted in his heart.
Xiaoxiao looked back at him, her smile faltered, and then she smiled even brighter. She took out her handkerchief and walked over, gently wiped his sweat, and asked gently, "Zifei, are you tired?"
Duan Zifei shook her head and said with a smile, "But I'm tired, let's go back." She turned around and walked lightly among the flowers, but the smile on her face disappeared little by little. She lowered her eyes and looked at the handkerchief in her hand.
Son, there is a shocking red color on it.
She bit her lip and clutched the handkerchief tightly to prevent herself from crying. She had been working hard, living in the hope she created every day, deliberately ignoring this cruel reality. Zi Fei understood her and also
She is trying her best to cooperate, but... what else can she do?
After dinner, it was still early, but Duan Zifei seemed a little tired and went to bed early. Xiaoxiao stayed by the bed, looking at his perfect and picturesque face, afraid that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Just like that, I sat quietly by the bed, reluctant to look away.
The window made a slight noise, and Xiaotian got in. He frowned and called softly, "Silly girl, come with me."
"Yeah." Xiaoxiao cheered up, got up, covered him with a quilt, and then left the house.
In the pavilion in the garden, Xiaotian stood on the stone table and paced back and forth. Watching Xiaoxiao approach, he said seriously, "Duan Zifei's condition is not very good."
Xiaoxiao's heart trembled, and her face immediately turned pale, "Xiaotian, tell me everything you know."
Xiaotian sighed, "Now that things have happened, I have nothing to hide from you anymore." He sat down cross-legged and said, "Back then, when the previous dynasty was overthrown, his mother took him and escaped from the palace. Unfortunately, she still couldn't.
Escaped from Emperor Lan's pursuit. The people protecting them fell one after another, leaving only mother and son... Finally, she committed suicide."
Xiaoxiao was puzzled, "I've always wanted to know why Emperor Lan didn't kill him back then?"
"Because of the dragon vein treasures." Xiaotian continued, "Emperor Lan had long wanted to get these treasures. Perhaps, Zi Fei was the only clue. He did not kill him, but took him back to the palace and adopted him as his adopted son. However, he also
He was afraid that raising a tiger would cause trouble, so he used drugs to control him since he was a child."