Nagato has such a slim waist

Chapter 447 Can’t let go
The smile on Feng Yun's lips froze.

"It's just around the corner, do you want to go back to camp?"

"It's not going back to the camp." Wen Xingsu was silent for a moment after saying that, then looked at her again, "It's the middle of winter and the New Year is approaching. I want to go back and have a look."

Feng Yun was slightly startled.

She hoped in her heart that Wen Xingsu would stay for the New Year.

In her heart, if she had to talk about family ties - it was Wen Xingsu, and only Wen Xingsu.

That is the emotion brought about by two lifetimes of care and cannot be replaced by others.

New Year’s Eve is incomplete without a big brother.

What's more, she was a little worried about Wen Xing going back.

Will there be trouble if we go back to Nanqi?

She had many concerns, but she could not stop Wen Xingsu from fulfilling his filial piety.

Especially after that incident, Mrs. Chen must have complained a lot about him. The relationship between mother and son was not close at first, but after this incident, it only made matters worse.

"Brother. I can't help you..." Feng Yun did not regret beating Mrs. Chen, but he could not avoid feeling sorry for Wen Xingsu.

"I always give my brother a hard time."

Wen Xingsu looked at her and smiled lightly.

"Having a waist is enough."

Feng Yun felt like he was being brushed by gentle feathers, and he couldn't help but laugh again.

"Whether you go back or not, seeing that your brothers are all getting married and having children, you should have someone beside you who understands both cold and hot. When you go back this time, they will definitely find a wife for your brother..."

Wen Xingsu was silent for a long time, then raised his eyelids slightly, "I wish there was such a person."

Feng Yun laughed.

Wen Xingsu has always been cold and indifferent.

In the past, every time Wen Xingsu mentioned his sister-in-law, he was noncommittal, which made her often worry that this brother would become a bachelor.

At least he was relieved.

It seems that the day of marrying my sister-in-law is not far away.

She said: "It's rare to go back. Please stay a little longer and I'll tell the king..."

Wen Xingsu smiled when he saw her enthusiastic look.

"I have made it clear to the king that I will stay a little longer, and the king has agreed."

Already a Jin general, he returned to Southern Qi. Although the two countries were now allies, it was inevitable that there would be various opinions. Wen Xingsu not only had to get Pei Mad's approval, but also had to deal with and resist countless spurns and rumors.

Feng Yun felt sorry for him.

"Then have a safe trip, brother. I'll wait for your return in Huaxi."

Wen Xingsu frowned slightly as he looked at her pretty and charming face.

"Why don't Yaoyao go back to celebrate the New Year?"

Feng Yun asked: "Where are you going back to?"

Wen Xingsu pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I heard your Majesty mention before that he will take General Pei and His Majesty back to Xijing in a few days to celebrate the New Year. Why, you don't know about me?"

Feng Yun said nothing.

She really didn't know.

Although he had just spent the night with Feng Wencun last night, Pei Madang didn't even mention a word about it. She pursed her lips slightly and said with a smile:

"Probably not enough time to say it. Your Majesty has been in Huaxi for so long, there is no reason not to go back during the New Year, not to mention that Queen Mother Duan is still in Xijing, and her filial piety must be fulfilled. Your Majesty cannot not return to the court for a long time. He has been staying in Andu to handle government affairs. When he returns, Jing is right, that’s exactly what it should be.”

She said it lightly.

But Wen Xingsu still saw a hint of darkness in her eyes.
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There is always some parting that makes people sad.

Feng Yun took Wen Xingsu to the entrance of the village and reluctantly watched him ride away. Walking back again, he felt lonely.

When her eldest brother was around, she felt like she had a family.

The eldest brother is gone, and she seems to be an orphan again.

Feng Yun doesn't often think wildly, and he doesn't pity himself. But people are not gods and Buddhas, and it is inevitable that there will be times when his emotions rise...
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Pei Madang was sitting in the study. The book in front of him had not been turned for a long time. In the small red clay stove beside him, the tea was boiling and steaming.

Qian Sanniu made tea for him and retreated to the door.

Zuo Zhong came in, took a look at the man sitting quietly, cupped his hands and said:
"Your Majesty, the princess is back."

Pei Madang raised his head and Zuo Zhong said again: "As soon as I got back to the house, I closed the door and shut out the maids. I heard from the people in the room that they seemed unhappy."

Hearing this, Qian Sanniu chuckled and said, "It must be because Da Langjun left. Our wife misses Da Langjun the most. Every time he comes, she is happy. When he leaves, she is always depressed."

He has been with Pei Ran for a long time, but when he talks about Feng Yun, he still calls him "our lady", as if he has always been Feng Yun's person.

Pei Madang never corrected him.

"Got it. Get down."

Zuo Zhong raised his eyes and said yes.

Pei Madang said again: "Over at Yangxinzhai, we should prepare early and leave after the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month."

Zuo Zhong didn't seem to expect it to happen so quickly. He looked up at him blankly before taking the order again.

Ji You had a more impatient temper and couldn't bear to see the king being neither plague nor anger. Seeing that he was motionless, he couldn't help but say:
"The king is the person closest to the princess. It's time to talk to the lady more..."

Pei Ran looked up at him.

Ji You was afraid of his eyes and scratched his head.

Still couldn't help but burst into tears.

"When I was very young, my mother taught me that I have to say what I want. If you don't say it, no one will know why even if you cry to death..."

Pei Ran's eyes became sharp.

He suddenly realized that the metaphor of "crying" was not suitable for the king.

He quickly added: "The princess is very concerned about the king. I heard from Alou that the king disappeared in Cangyan Mountain. The princess sent several groups of people to inquire about the news, and even asked to be in front of Prince Chunyu..."

Pei Ran couldn't listen anymore, "You are the only one who talks too much."

At that time, his life or death was uncertain, and Feng Yun was already preparing a way out.

Inquiring about him is just to facilitate advancement and retreat.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with doing this. People who do not care for themselves will be punished by heaven and earth...

In this life, Feng Twelve Niang is living more and more soberly.

Ji You curled his lips, not knowing what the king was thinking, and he bravely persuaded, "I will return to Beijing in a few days. Why are you still hesitating? Let the princess pack up quickly and go back to Beijing to celebrate the New Year together."

Pei Ran said: "She won't go."

Ji You wondered: "Your Majesty didn't ask, how do you know she didn't want to?"

Pei Madang looked at him coldly and said, "Everyone, get out."

"Here."

Ji You and Qian Sanniu looked at each other and retreated.

Pei Madang picked up the tea cup and looked at it silently.

The light from the fire reflected on his body, his clothes were dyed red, and his handsome face was shining. Although he was so warm, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

"Throw away the fetters and get what you need. If you don't enter the back house, you won't be able to have children. Have fun when you get along, but don't get entangled after separation..."

She had always wanted to keep a distance from him. She hated his control the most, and she was not willing to follow him back home... How could he break his promise and demand so much from her? -
The cold wind is blowing in the twelfth lunar month.

Feng Yun sat alone in the room, listening to the sound of the wind hitting the bamboo forest that filled the window. He sat there for about an hour before gradually regaining his composure.

She likes to be alone to heal.

Some things cannot be shared with others, and no one can share them.

When she went out again, it was as if nothing had happened, with a faint smile and warm eyebrows.

Xiao Man came running to tell her.

"The king has left and said that he will not disturb the lady while she is taking a nap. He sent the maid to tell the lady that she will not be back tonight, so that the lady can go to bed early."

Feng Yun hummed.

You have to leave anyway.

One day earlier and one day later, there is no difference.

She cheered up and went to the study.

The New Year is coming soon, and there are still many things to do. Those brothers who follow him cannot let the heroes work in vain. They must give what should be given and reward what should be rewarded. All these must be considered.

In the next year, she will open a new workshop. She is too busy with too many things to do and has no time to grieve the spring and autumn.

The room was quiet.

The charcoal fire in the red stove has been extinguished, but you can still feel the residual warmth when you sit close. Even the seat cushion seems to have some residual warmth.

Feng Yun was startled and his eyes fell on the old wooden table made of elm wood.

The ink on the paper laid out is still fresh, written by Pei Madang.

She picked it up and looked at it.

It was his copy of "Pingfu Tie", with majestic handwriting and steady and powerful strokes...

"I don't know how to enjoy Zhengzi, and I don't know how to reply to posts."

Feng Yun thought of what he had said, and slowly picked it up to appreciate it. The corners of his mouth slowly curved up, and he wanted to smile, but in the end it slowly disappeared from his lips...

They are not good or bad today.

Everything was as she originally wished.

Comfort each other, but don't express affection.

Respect each other, but keep privacy private.

One more point is too much.

One point less is too shallow.

This is just right, right?

She called Xiao Man and just asked her to put away the "Ping Ping Post" when she thought of something else.

"Send it to the city to find a good craftsman and frame it."

Xiaoman smiled lowly, "Here."

Feng Yun looked at her winking and raised his eyebrows, "Why are you laughing?"

"The maid laughs at the lady." Xiaoman was a bold man and was not afraid of Feng Yun at all. He was lucky enough to sneak away with his things.

Feng Yun chuckled, "I'm used to it."
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Feng Yun did not expect that the official news of returning to Beijing would be first heard from Yuan Shangyi.

The little emperor was used to living in Huaxi and was very attached to Feng Yun. When he learned that he was going back to Beijing, he stopped reading. He ignored Lin Nvshi's obstruction and ran straight to Changmen to find Feng Yun.

When he saw her, he rushed towards her and hugged her without saying a word.

"Madam, do you want to return to the capital with the king?"

Feng Yun was silent for a moment, then bent down to pick up the child, sat on the soft couch, and touched his cold little face.

"What are you doing by running so fast? Your face is so cold, you are sweating all over again, you are seriously catching a cold, and you have to let Ms. Lin tell you..."

Won Sang Yi looked up at her.

There was silence for a moment, and he didn't ask why she didn't answer. Instead, he whispered in disappointment as if he understood something.

"Is the lady really not going back?"

Feng Yun chuckled, "Why do you say it's true?"

Yuan Shangyi lowered his eyes, "Nv Shi Lin said that she saw the charter and the roster of the emperor's return to the capital... there was no wife on it."

Feng Yun thought for a while and said with a smile: "I have something to do this time and I can't go back. A Yuan will go back to accompany Queen Mother Duan to celebrate the New Year to fulfill his filial piety. Andu is accompanying the capital now. When the palace is fully repaired, there will be no one to come and stay if you want. I can stop you."

Yuan Shangyi said: "King Yonghuai can stop me."

Feng Yun laughed when he saw his serious face.

"Why did King Yonghuai stop you?"

Yuan Shangyi's little head drooped, "Everyone doesn't like me being in Andu and wants me to return to the capital. They say that the emperor should sit in the Golden Palace..."

The child's voice was soft. As he spoke, his hands suddenly hugged Feng Yun forcefully and pressed his head against his.

"Madam, go and talk to Ms. Lin, can I stop studying before returning to Beijing?"

Feng Yun looked down at him and wanted to pull up his little head, but he refused and insisted on sticking it to Feng Yun's body.

Feng Yun was helpless and said with a smile: "Why don't you want to study anymore?"

Yuan Shangyi curled his lips and said: "I want to accompany my wife..."

Feng Yun felt warm in his heart and stroked his back again, "A Yuan is so good, but I am an adult now, so I don't need A Yuan to worry about."

Yuan Shangyi's little head shook slightly, "We have all returned to Beijing, and my wife will stay alone to celebrate the New Year. It will be very lonely. A Yuan wants to spend more time with you..."

Feng Yun said nothing.

For a moment, her throat was dry and hoarse.

I'm just afraid that if I make a sound, my children will notice something abnormal.

"No. How could it be?" She laughed lowly: "I also have Granny Han, Xiao Man, A Lou, Ge Guang Ge Yi, Master Xing, A Zhou, and Nagato, many, many people..."

"That's different." Yuan Shangyi frowned at her and repeated seriously, "It's different."

Feng Yun smiled and coaxed him.

"Okay, okay, Ayuan said it's different, it's different. But you still have to read the book..."

Yuan Shangyi said: "Can't you just stop reading for a few days?"

He is a very obedient child and is aware of his responsibilities. He is rarely willful or willful, even though he has become the emperor.

Feng Yun felt sorry for him.

"Okay, I will tell Ms. Lin tomorrow that A Yuan will not be allowed to study before the Chinese New Year. Don't worry, I have a way to convince her."

Only then did a smile appear on Yuan Shangyi's face. It was sweet, well-behaved, and warm.

"I want to accompany my wife, and I also want my wife to accompany me."

Feng Yun laughed softly, not knowing how to hurt him, so he listened to him again: "I'm afraid that if I go back to Xijing, I will never see my wife again..."

After saying that, he hugged Feng Yun tightly again.

"Madam, being an emperor is so tiring. A Yuan doesn't want to be an emperor..."

Feng Yun: He didn’t ask me to go back for the New Year.

Pei Ran: He doesn’t like to go back with me to celebrate the New Year.

Chun Yuyan: Yes, yes, you are all right. So, Feng Twelve, celebrate the New Year with me. It just so happens that I am also spending the New Year alone...