Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 351 She grew up and became beautiful
"Yes Yes Yes!"

Feng hurriedly moved to Xuanyuanchen's ear, and whispered in a low voice.

Xuanyuan Chen frowned slightly: "Is there any news from Ouyang Guo? Ouyang Xu stole the fake token from the king's study, has anyone met recently?"

Feng Yi was very frustrated: "Reporting to Master, there are no useful clues for the time being."

"The name of Yuzi has disappointed me more and more."

Xuanyuanchen's face darkened, thinking that Mo Xiaowan would enter Nanshan Academy in the next year, and she would have to be paired with two personal maids, and Nanshan Academy was very deep.

His voice was terribly cold: "One Ouyang Xu, there's no need for so many people to stare at him. He summoned the guards of Yuyiyu to return to Beijing. There are other arrangements."

"The matter that this king wants to investigate is of great importance. Ouyang Guo asked them to keep an eye on this king."

The corner of Xuanyuan Chen's mouth twitched slightly, and he glanced at Feng Yi with an evil smile: "Feng Yi, you can go to the execution room to receive your punishment."

"master……"

Feng Yi wailed in his heart, why did he come back again?
what!what!what!
Anything that has anything to do with Mo Xiaowan is really bad luck, his PP is a rhythm that will bloom forever.

Back in the bedroom, it was quiet late at night, Xuanyuanchen was lying on his back, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

The dewdrops quivering on the eyelashes of the little things always come to mind.

It hangs on the eyelashes trembling slightly, as if it will turn into tears and fall with just a slight blink.

For the first time, he was so resolute and ruthless that he felt a little melancholy in his heart.

The reason why he took over the Xueyu Ling and the valley in the hands of his senior sister Feng Zimo was to investigate Mo Xiaowan's life experience and seek justice for the wrongdoer for his senior sister.

However, so many years have passed, and the clues of the investigation have disappeared like stones and seas.

Ouyang Xu, who falsely hoped for Master Xie Wudi, came here for that thing, and it looked like a great turning point, but he never expected that the always effective guards of Yuzihao would be the last one to find out the slightest clue.

It is said that Ouyang Xu was taught by a mysterious master since he was a child. He is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and military strategy. He is deeply loved by the emperor of Ouyang Kingdom.

They traced it to Ouyang Xu, but did not get any clues about Mo Xiaowan's life experience.

Is Ouyang Xu too cunning?
Or is it the person that the senior sister loves till death, he is unfathomable?

The little thing trembling with dew on the eyelashes flashed across his heart again, how should he tell her about this?
There were no useful clues at all, and he was afraid that she would be disappointed.

Afraid that silly girl would cry.

Because she was thinking about her in his heart, he returned to the mansion early the next day without delaying his official duties for too long.

The afternoon sun is just right, and the maple forest in winter is bare.

Walking to the depths of the maple forest, beside the Xifeng Pavilion, a petite figure holding a book came into view impressively.

She was wearing a snow-white fox fur cloak, and the sun shone on her beautiful face, making the skin on her face crystal clear like snow, her eyebrows like the daisy of a distant mountain, and her lips like a little cherry red.

She focused on the book, suddenly smiled, and frowned slightly from time to time.

It seemed that when he came back from a long trip, her little thing suddenly grew up.

Xuanyuanchen stood quietly on the wooden bridge above the stream. The originally noisy little man became so quiet and well-behaved, looking like a beautiful picture...

But Mo Xiaowan didn't know that he had been peeped by an evil uncle. He held the book of biography of characters, saw the rise, and couldn't help laughing.

Because I was sitting on the stone railing beside the Xifeng Pavilion, I stepped on the ground with one foot, and fell to the bottom of the pavilion.

(End of this chapter)