The concubine is enchanting: the favorite princess

Chapter 738 Where does the hostility come from?

For Mo Li's departure, Feng Yao was very angry.When the carriage disappeared into the night, Feng Yao gritted his teeth and turned around, walking quickly towards the hall.

The lamps in the hall are brightly lit, and the aroma of delicious food can be smelled from a distance.You can also see Xiang'er sitting on a chair by the table, with Erlang's legs crossed, fiddling with the throwing knives repeatedly.

Feng Yaofen clenched his fists tightly, and quickened his pace.But when he was about to reach the door, he stopped again.Looking at Xiang'er's concentration through the door, I felt a little bit unbearable.

Alas, I am still a child after all.Emotions, anger, sorrow and joy are all shown on his face, this is his true temperament.

Feng Yao sighed, hid himself and stood in the dark under the porch, raised his head and took a deep breath.I didn't enter the door until the sullen feeling in my heart subsided.When he called "Xiang'er", there was already a smile on his face, and there was warmth in his eyes.

"Aunt... Let's eat, I'm hungry." Xiang'er was obviously stunned for a moment, maybe he also felt that he had gone too far just now, but Feng Yao didn't blame him, it was beyond his expectation.

"Well, let's eat. Today is Xiang'er's birthday, let's eat the birthday noodles made by my aunt first." Feng Yao sat next to Xiang'er, put the birthday noodles she made in front of Xiang'er, and specially used He tried the temperature on the side of the bowl with the back of his hand, and said with a smile, "It's not hot anymore."

Xiang'er's little face changed color again, she looked down at the birthday noodles, then glanced at Feng Yao quietly, and ate without saying a word.

Feng Yao smiled and served Xiang'er dishes with ivory chopsticks, and picked out Xiang'er's childhood favorites from memory for him.But there is not a lot of everything, only a little, because Feng Yao is afraid that Xiang'er's taste will change when he grows up, so he tried a little.

Until the bowl of birthday noodles was empty, Xiang'er even drank up the soup.The hot noodle soup made his little face pink, wiped the corner of his mouth with a silk handkerchief, turned to look at Feng Yao and said, "Auntie, don't you blame me?"

"Huh? Why does my aunt blame you?" Feng Yao smiled, it was very peaceful and gentle, and it was not at all obvious that she was originally so irritable.But in fact, Feng Yao was waiting for Xiang'er's words.

"It's just... I drove that person away. Auntie, aren't you angry?" Xiang'er glanced at the door, and then pointed to the throwing knife he had on hand, which meant that he was talking about Mo Li.

Feng Yao didn't answer, but asked Xiang'er: "Do you like this flying knife?"

Xiang'er blinked her big eyes, looking a bit embarrassed.But finally nodded: "Yes, I like it."

"It's good that you like it, he just sent this to you. It's good that you like it." Feng Yao said lightly, with a smile on his face.

"Just to give me a throwing knife?" Xiang'er was somewhat surprised.Looking at the food on this table, how much can he and Feng Yao eat, most of the food has not been touched yet.Xiang'er pointed to the delicacies on the table, "Didn't Auntie want to invite him to eat together?"

Feng Yao giggled, gently stroked Xiang'er's hair and said, "He's not a child anymore, does he still care about a meal? He just gave you a throwing knife and wanted to give you some pointers Say a few words."

"Then if he leaves like this, I won't get the true biography?" Xiang'er was obviously anxious, and he could see that he really regretted it.

Feng Yao didn't answer Xiang'er's words again, but started to eat food slowly.

But the more Fengyao was like this, the more anxious Xianger became.After a while, it looked like a little monkey scratching its head.

Until Xiang'er couldn't bear it any longer, she pressed Feng Yao's hand, and asked, "Auntie, then... is he still coming?"

"I won't come. He lives far away and just passed by by chance, so it happened to be Xiang'er's birthday. Unfortunately, you don't have a chance with him." Feng Yao shook his head intentionally, with a regretful look.

"What? Didn't he come to be your son-in-law?" Xiang'er's eyes widened with surprise.

"Who told you that he came to be my son-in-law?" Feng Yao immediately asked back.Then he asked again: "Actually, my aunt is also very puzzled. Where does your hostility towards him come from? From my aunt's impression, he didn't offend you, right?"

"Yes, you didn't offend me." Xiang'er nodded discouragedly.Then he began to pick at his own fingers, until he broke off both thumb nails before he said, "He killed the second uncle, I thought he was a bad person. These are right and wrong. If there is no him, the second uncle will not die, and the second uncle will not die."

Xiang'er broke another nail, it seemed to hurt a bit, she frowned and looked at Feng Yao, there was something timid in her eyes.

"Are you afraid of him?" Feng Yao suddenly understood that Xiang'er was not hostile to Mo Li, but fear.

"It's not that I'm afraid of him." Xiang'er puffed up her chest, speaking quite masculinely.But he couldn't help but glance at the door again, and then swallowed while looking at the flying knife in his hand.

Feng Yao noticed that Xiang'er kept those throwing knives at hand when eating, obviously she really liked them.And when he looked at the door just now, he probably still had a little expectation, hoping that Moli would come back.

Feng Yao secretly sighed, it seemed that Xiang'er knew far more than he thought.And after being strengthened and exaggerated by some people, Moli is already a villain equivalent to a demon.

Seeing that Feng Yao was silent for a while, Xiang'er couldn't help but said again: "But hearing what my aunt said, Xiang'er doesn't feel that he has committed such a heinous crime. At least... at least if he is really bad, he won't send flying knives to him. Me, right?"

Feng Yao nodded, touched Xiang'er's head and said: "Xiang'er, you are indeed still young, and you cannot fully understand and understand many things. But you need to know that there is no absolute black and white in the world. This is the so-called winner and loser. Standing on different positions, what you do will be interpreted by different people as different meanings, but in the final analysis, it is not important who wins and who loses, what matters is the people of the world The blessings and disasters of the people; the direction of the people is the right way."

Xiang'er blinked at Feng Yao's words, half understanding.After all, he was only 11 years old after this birthday.And these truths, some people may not be able to understand them even if they live to be 81 years old.

"Xiang'er, Auntie can only tell you that he has no ill intentions towards you, and he is very kind to me. As for whether you want to reject him, be hostile to him, or make friends with him, it is your right. Auntie can't force you. Thoughts. But Auntie, I also have my own thoughts, which cannot be changed by others.”

Xiang'er could still understand Feng Yao's words, and asked tentatively, "Auntie means... are you on his side?"

Feng Yao nodded firmly: "Yes."

　Wishing you all a Happy National Day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)