The fifth lady against the sky

Chapter 123 Let's Go Home, Let's Meet (3)
The little guy's dark eyeballs twirled rapidly, and he quickly made a wise decision. From now on, he will hang out with his little aunt, and if he has money, he will be the boss.

Everyone looked up to the sky and was speechless, a big and a small and two money fans got together.

Feng Zewen squatted at the side and drew circles, thinking incessantly: "I don't want to hug my father and I don't want my father..." His sad eyes aimed at the girl who was thinking about him.

Feng Muxie naturally heard Feng Zewen's muttering, walked up to Feng Zewen with a smile, helped her waist weakly, and said weakly: "Short oil, my back hurts like hell, Dad."

When a certain father heard that his daughter's back was hurting, he stood up suddenly, but he exerted too much force and the blood supply was insufficient. Feng Zewen was dizzy, shook his head and fell to the ground, and Feng Muyan who was beside him hurriedly supported him.

Feng Muxie stared at the sky speechlessly, father of two hundred and five, can you have two more?

Feng Zewen shook off the gold star on his head, and signaled Feng Muyan to let go of himself, which meant: I can, step forward to support Feng Muxie's waist, and said softly: "Xie'er, Dad will help you go back."

So, a certain girl walked in front of her with one hand on her waist and one hand on her father's arm as if she was pregnant in October, and she walked beside him who bowed his head and carefully supported his girl's father. Harmonious picture.

Such a warm world of two people that does not allow a third person to intervene, has attracted the spurning of the group behind. Only Feng Ruoli clenched her fists and looked at the little aunt who was pregnant in October with admiration, and she was amazed at the charm of the little aunt. Sure enough, he is invincible. Uncle and grandpa who always use violence to solve problems are always humble in front of little aunt. When can I have such charm.

For dinner, the family had a sumptuous reception feast happily. Facing the hills of food piled up in the bowl in front of her, Feng Muxie was so moved that she snotted and burst into tears. What a waste of brain cells, thinking of the old man snatching delicious food every time with his high martial arts, Feng Muxie's teeth itch with hatred.

After dinner, Feng Muxie beautifully took a fragrant flower petal bath, changed into a blue dress embroidered with ink and bamboo that the lady had already prepared, and tied up her wet hair with a blue ribbon.

Walking into the inner room, seeing Wuyou and Wuhui, he held their hands happily and said happily: "Sister Wuyou, sister Wuhui, I miss you so much."

Wuyou was also very happy to see Feng Muxie, whom she had not seen for five years, but Wuhui still had a cold look, but her happiness could be seen in her eyes full of mist.

"Miss, you should rest early, you should be exhausted after driving for a few days." Wuyou said thoughtfully.

Feng Muxie pretended to yawn, rubbed her sore waist, nodded and said, "Well, I'm really tired, let's talk tomorrow." Feng Muxie lay down on the bed, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, waiting for Wuyou and After Wuhui left, Feng Muxie opened her bright eyes, put on her shoes and jumped out of the window.

Relying on the location described by Feng Muhan, Feng Muxie found Prince Li's Mansion, climbed over the wall and entered, avoiding the patrolling guards, and looked for Xiahou Qianmo's room, but he couldn't find it after searching around, so he had to go back aimlessly. Looking around, I saw a very familiar yard by the moonlight. Feng Muxie rolled into the yard, opening her mouth in surprise. It was exactly the same as her own Xiaoyao Pavilion. The garden was full of bamboos, and the gazebo she designed. The style of the house is simply another Xiaoyao Pavilion.

Feng Muxie gently opened the door and walked into the inner room. On the wall of the inner room was a portrait of herself, which seemed to be the one she painted for Brother Mo a few years ago, and other portraits of herself , the one flying among the flowers, the one dancing the sword on the grass, and the one standing quietly and smiling, no need to think about it, Feng Muxie also knows that this is drawn by Xiahou Qianmo based on his own imagination. I am very similar, the house is filled with portraits of longing, and there is the same Xiaoyao Pavilion, Feng Muxie touched the portraits and cried, to be precise, she cried happily.

In this time and space where three wives and four concubines are practiced, to have someone who truly loves me is considered extremely lucky.

Behind the screen, Xiahou Qianmo was sitting in a bucket with his eyes closed, resting his mind. The heat was surrounding him, blurring his outline. His slender fingers rested on the edge of the bucket. His nails were smooth and flawless, as transparent as jade, and long. The ink is scattered behind the head, the eyes are closed, the long eyelashes are straight black, like a fan, the eyebrows are black, like a line of peaks, the nose is straight like a peak, without any twists and turns, and the corners of the lips are well defined, drawing a perfect line Curves exude the charm of mature men everywhere.

Xiahou Qianmo shook his ears, and when he heard the movement outside the screen, a trace of coldness flashed across his lazy eyes, even Qingfeng and Qingzhu were not allowed to enter Xiaoyao Pavilion without his own orders, who is so bold to come to Xiaoyao Pavilion , because someone broke into his beloved place, Xia Hou Qianmo exuded a cold air all over his body, and the temperature of the steaming warm water in the bucket dropped instantly.

Feng Muxie was only immersed in the happy world she woven, and didn't notice the strange atmosphere in the house at all. She still slowly stroked the tables and vases placed in the inner room.

Sensing the footsteps of the approaching people, Xiahou Qianmo leaped up from the bucket, took the white silk nightgown hanging on the screen, put on a rotating nightgown, and at the same time poured the towel hanging on the edge of the bucket into the water. The internal force was thrown in the direction of Feng Muxie.

Feeling the oppressive aura coming from the side, Feng Muxie turned over, dodged the oncoming handkerchief, took a step back, pulled out a soft golden whip, and flung it towards the screen without thinking, the embroidered bamboo swayed The gold silk sandalwood screen instantly split into two.

The anger in Xiahou Qianmo's heart had already reached its peak, and he flew over with his bare hands to catch the flinging golden silk soft whip. One hand followed the golden silk soft whip and dragged Feng Muxie to his face, and the other hand grabbed it. Feng Muxie's neck was about to speak, but when she saw the person in front of her, she was surprised and at a loss.

Feng Muxie hadn't recovered yet, her lips were blocked by a cool and soft thing, Feng Muxie naturally knew what it was, waved her hands and feet, and squeaked loudly: "Let go of me, you big satyr."

Seeing the baby struggling in his arms, Xiahou Qianmo left Feng Muxie's lips, and coaxed into Feng Muxie's ear: "Baby, don't move, it's Brother Mo."

(End of this chapter)