The two of them rushed to eat, and in the end they even finished the soup at the bottom of the pot. Feng Shichiro dropped the bowl and said, "Eat slowly and wash the dishes. I think you should be able to wash the dishes. Wash the dishes slowly."
Don't worry, no one will compete with you."
Liu Qingcong snorted coldly in her heart, villain! But when she saw that he was about to leave the door, she suddenly called out to him loudly: "Hey, um, what's your name?"
"Feng Shichiro." He looked back and smiled.
Liu Qingcong murmured to herself while clearing away the dishes: "Feng Shiqilang, why is this name so weird?"
In this room, Ximen Xuemei was happy that a worry had been solved and she could finally drink a cup of tea. Xiao Cui was behind her and gently patted her back, "Madam, she is so wise.
This matter has been settled."
"I hope this matter can be settled like this!" Ximen Xuemei closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.
At this moment, Feng Qijun suddenly opened the door and came in. When he saw Ximen Xuemei, he even forgot the etiquette and asked: "Mother, where did you take little Qingzang?"
Ximen Xuemei scolded her face: "Jun'er, how did you talk to mother!"
"I'm sorry, mother. It's just that I searched all over Fengjiabao and couldn't find Xiaoqing. I think mother must know where she is, right?" Feng Qijun looked sad and anxious.
"I asked her to help in the kitchen. I haven't seen her for several days. I really don't know where she went. Maybe she ran away after suffering." Ximen Xuemei glanced at Feng Qijun.
His expression was leisurely and authentic.
"It's impossible. How could she leave without saying hello to me? Since my mother doesn't know, then I'll go look for her again. After all, she has no relatives here. If my mother sees her, tell her that I'm here.
Find her, or tell me." Feng Qijun said and hurried out.
Xiaocui said: "Madam, the young master is so kind-hearted, even to a beggar."
"He is just too nice, so I'm afraid that he will be deceived by women, and that he will suffer a loss when he travels around the world. His temperament is not like mine or his father, otherwise I wouldn't have to worry about him all day long."
There was a touch of sadness on Ximen Xuemei's eyebrows.
"The young master is good at martial arts and popular, so my wife doesn't have to worry about him at all." Xiaocui said with an optimistic smile.
Ximen Xuemei has lived a long life and has experienced everything. Of course, she understands that if you are good to others, others may not be good to you. Jun'er is a child who has no sense of defense at all. How does he know how to protect himself?
At dawn, Liu Qingcong got up to practice jogging. Although she now lives in the sword-making workshop, she doesn't want to give up what Feng Qijun taught her, just like she has never forgotten him in her heart.
She ran into the woods at the back of the mountain, but she could faintly hear the whistling of the wind, flying flowers and falling leaves. She took a closer look and saw that there was a man practicing his sword in the woods, but she saw that his body was light and his movements were agile, and the sword was so cold that he danced it.
Liu Qingcong was stunned by the flashing and whistling wind, surrounding herself in a circle of arc that water could not penetrate. She liked to dance with swords very much, and had also watched the performances of many martial arts masters on TV or during filming, but
There are not many people who see such extraordinary swordsmanship like today.
Feng Shichiro was so focused on practicing his sword that he didn't notice anyone coming. When he finished a set of sword skills and stopped to rest, he realized that someone was staring at him in the distance.
