Bai Qingluo shook her head: "I also mentioned this speculation to your third brother, but he said it was not true. In the two years since the second brother's death, the prince and the eldest brother have cleared up that force."
Feng Weihuan sighed: "A hundred-footed insect is dead but not stiff. The descendants of Emperor Yan and Jiuli have been thriving in the land of Kyushu for so many years, and I'm afraid it won't be cleaned up. My eldest brother is working hard so that everyone can live and fight in Kyushu peacefully."
This is the purpose of doing business, but it is inevitable that there are still some careerists."
Bai Qingluo nodded: "What you said makes sense."
"Forget it, what am I, a weak, grounded woman, doing worrying about all this?" Feng Weihuan thought of the miserable situation of not being able to go out of the front door or the second door, and suddenly felt like a deflated ball, with half of his face paralyzed.
On the table.
Bai Qingluo smiled and said: "It's freezing outside, so what can we do outside? It's not bad to stay at home for the winter."
"Third sister-in-law, although what you said is true, there is a fundamental difference between staying at home voluntarily and being forced to stay at home. How can a person be coerced?"
"Why not? You have to learn from Xiaoyu about this, being able to bend and stretch." Bai Qingluo smiled and took a sip of honey water.
"Yes, I almost forgot, I am not the only one who is banned. Our little ancestor didn't make any trouble?"
"No trouble. I have made progress since I came back. I am either studying in the study or learning machine arts from my father. Oh, and I even forced Feng Qing to teach him kung fu."
"Is this the Feng Jiayu I know?" Feng Weihuan raised his head and looked at Bai Qingluo in disbelief, thinking that he heard wrongly.
"When your third brother heard about this, he had the same expression. He even ran over to have a look. He came back and praised him, saying that this child has a bright future."
Speaking of this, Bai Qingluo said again: "But I feel very sorry for my mother-in-law. She is afraid that he will be exhausted, so she takes various supplements every day. So, you can just stay at home with peace of mind. Now my mother-in-law is heartbroken."
I’m hanging on Xiaoyu and I won’t care about you for the time being.”
Feng Weihuan laughed twice: "Should I be happy or sad about this?"
"Of course you should be happy. Are you jealous of children?" Bai Qingluo smiled and shook her head.
Feng Weihuan suddenly sat up straight, with a solemn expression on his face: "Feng Jiayu knows how to work hard to become stronger, and I can't be worse than him. From today on, I will go into seclusion!"
"What are you doing in seclusion?" Bai Qingluo still couldn't accept the rapid changes in her sister-in-law's thoughts.
"Build a career!"
*
As a result, two people appeared in Prince Yan's palace who were so diligent that others were ashamed.
The young prince wears a ridiculously beautiful face every day, studies hard, practices martial arts seriously, and spends his entertainment life studying mechanism skills.
The princess of Changle, with a strip of cloth with the words "Strive" and "Inspiration" tied on her head, was immersed in writing a storybook, and the study was filled with the strong fragrance of ink.
Qiqiao has no place to use it, so he spends his free time in the small kitchen roasting sweet potatoes, roasted potatoes, and roasted peanuts.
Feng Danning got a bunch of new interesting things and came to share them with Feng Jiayu and Feng Weihuan with great interest.
As a result, the little guy didn't even raise his head, and pointed his little hand to one side: "Uncle, please leave it alone."
Feng Danning: "..."
He turned around and went to Feng Weihuan's yard. Just as he was about to knock on the door, Qiqiao shushed her hard and stopped her: "The princess said that inspiration is something that is rare and cannot be found, so you can't disturb her."
Feng Danning: "..."
The entire Prince Yan's Mansion seems to be filled with a force of positive superiority. Is he too frustrated with things and not working hard enough?
He also has to work harder to make money, huh!
The three princes of Prince Yan's Mansion felt the power of the example and turned around and left.
After taking two steps, he turned back and took the roasted sweet potatoes and roasted potatoes from Qiqiao's hand: "It smells very fragrant. I'll give it to the princess to taste."
