Prime Minister, please pick me up

Chapter 96 Hug You

Seeing what Feng Jing said, Feng Qing held his heart a little bit, but still smiled at him, and explained, "Feng Jing, I didn't leave Anyang City to hide from you, I just wanted to visit Yanfeng Take a look." After a short pause, "If I leave Yanfeng, I will greet you in advance." If Fengjing can treat her as a younger sister, then she doesn't need to explain that she is not the former Feng Qingchi, after all, such a thing It is hard for ordinary people to believe, and it is also an unacceptable fact for goggles.

"Okay." Goggle raised his lips and smiled, his eyes shining brightly.

The two sat on the wooden chair under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree for a long time, Goggle kept talking about the funny things he encountered in the military camp, while Feng Qingchi listened quietly, saying something from time to time.

Hu Lan changed two or three cups of tea back and forth, looked at the two having a happy conversation, stood on the corridor with a tea tray and smiled faintly.

"Qingchi, I'm going to the military camp tomorrow too, so... I won't see you off!" After a long time, the goggle spoke slowly.

"Well, the second brother is careful in everything in the military camp." This was the first time she called the second brother Fengjing, and it was sincere.

Goggle paused for a moment, then smiled lightly at Feng Qing, "Well, you should be more careful in Yanfeng, I will visit you when I have a chance."

He took out a plum blossom-shaped jade pendant from his bosom, and tied it directly around Feng Qingchi's waist, "If you have any difficulties, take this jade pendant to Yin Zichen, and he will help you." He didn't mention Ling Yi It was because she was in the palace and Qingchi couldn't see her, so he had to write to Ling Yi to tell Ling Yi that Ling Yi had a good relationship with Qingchi and would definitely take care of her.

"Second brother..." Feng Qingchi was about to refuse, but was interrupted by the slightly cold voice of the goggle, "If Qingchi doesn't want to throw it away."

Feng Qingzhi couldn't help laughing at Goggle's rather childish words, and immediately looked at the person in front of him seriously, "I will definitely cherish it."

Goggles smiled with satisfaction.

"Qingchi, can I give you a hug?" Looking at her, she asked in a low voice.

Feng Qingchi didn't speak, but just stretched out his hands to hug the goggles.

Goggle froze, and stretched out his hands to tightly wrap around Feng Qingchi's waist, his eyes were deep and deep.

"Second brother, you will definitely find a woman who suits you in the future." Feng Qingchi said slowly.

The smile on Goggle's lips was bitter, but he still smiled and replied, "Well, I will definitely find you a good second sister-in-law. Qing Chi, you have to take good care of yourself." After speaking, he let go, turned around and strode away without hesitation .

When passing by Hulan, he softly threw a sentence, "Take good care of your young lady."

After lunch.

Feng Qingchi was writing something on the desk when Hu Lan pushed open the door and rushed in, "Miss, Miss."

"What's wrong?" Feng Qingchi didn't raise his head, he didn't even stop the pen in his hand, he just asked casually.

"Madam's secret room has been stolen." The little maid said, with excitement and excitement that couldn't be concealed in her eyes.

Feng Qingchi raised his eyebrows, and smiled inexplicably, "I thought Meng Huayan was quiet before, but I just found out now."

Huh? !Hu Lan was taken aback, "Miss, you know everything?"

Putting the pen in his hand on Guiyan beside him, he smiled a little strangely, "I stole everything inside, how can I not know?"

"What?" Hu Lan screamed, looked at Feng Qingchi in disbelief, then walked in and lowered her voice a little, "Miss, you entered Madam's secret room?"

Feng Qingchi curled his lips, but did not speak.

Hu Lan approached Feng Qingchi excitedly and excitedly, "Miss, how did you get in? Are there many treasures inside?"

The white hand slowly stroked the smooth chin, "There are indeed many treasures." But now they are all hers.

"Haha..." Hu Lan smiled presumptuously and complacently, "The madam must have lost her nose!"

Hu Lan's laughter resounded throughout the room.

The next day.

"Miss, are you really not going to see off the second young master?" Hu Lan asked as she looked at the woman sitting in front of the desk reading a book.The second young master is going back to the barracks, and the young lady is leaving Anyang City. It will be difficult if they want to meet each other in the future!

Feng Qingchi put down the book in his hand, looked at the blooming sweet-scented osmanthus outside the window and shook his head lightly, the farewell was already said yesterday!Then he glanced at Hu Lan again, "Pack up your things..." Turning around and looking at the four or five large and small packages on the table, Feng Qingchi swallowed the words that had already reached his lips.Sure enough, it was packed!

Seeing that Feng Qingchi was just a simple burden, Hu Lan blinked her eyes and looked at her curiously, "Miss, do you only have such a little stuff?"

The breeze blows in from the window, flipping through the half-opened books on the table page by page, Feng Qingchi takes a cool look at the packed package, "There is nothing to bring." The things here belong to her and do not belong to her. many.

"Miss, do you have anything else to bring? I can carry it for you." Hu Lan felt that she had so many things and the lady only had one burden, and she always felt sorry.

Feng Qingchi suddenly raised his head to look at Hu Lan, his eyes were playful and strange, his eyes turned and fell on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside the window, "Here, I want to take it away." After staying in Anyang City for so long, Perhaps, this prosperous sweet-scented osmanthus tree is what she remembers most.

Hu Lan smiled dryly, "Miss... are you kidding me?"

Feng Qingchi ignored Hu Lan, but pushed the carved window completely open, and the breeze came in, carrying the light and indifferent fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, and even some petals floated along the window, slowly falling off the tree. color table.

Spreading her hand, a snow-like sweet-scented osmanthus flower landed on her palm, she narrowed her eyes and stared lightly, and the corners of her thin lips outlined a surprising arc.

　Hey, Hu Lan, if you feel sorry, you can help your lady take that tree away!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)