The snow is getting heavier and heavier, it's already the dead of winter, and the Spring Festival is here. Every household is beaming with joy. Looking at the lanterns on the porch, Mrs. Gu's eyes are filled with laughter.
"The one on the left is a little higher..." Mrs. Gu personally directed the servants to hang the lanterns.
Mu Nanfeng glanced at Mu Yunxiao, with a deep smile in his eyes, and said, "How many years has your mother been so happy?"
"Yes, from my memory, my mother has never worried about this kind of thing. Especially during the New Year, I feel the most sad. Being able to come back to celebrate the New Year is probably the happiest thing in my life." Mu Yunxiao nodded and agreed.
"Now we have finally come to the end of our hardships. Although your mother has done many wrong things, she has never been more sincere towards you and Jiuwei. You have grown up, and you should know how to restrain your temper and take good care of your sister. We I owe her so much." Mu Nanfeng said with emotion.
Mu Yunxiao nodded, and inadvertently glanced at Mu Chenfeng, who was standing at the end of the corridor, wearing a green fur coat, and couldn't help but said: "Brother, what's wrong? He doesn't always like Jiu." Wei Wei? Why is he so depressed when Jiu Wei comes back? It's really strange."
After hearing Mu Yunxiao's words, Mu Nanfeng turned around and saw Mu Chenfeng frowning slightly, staring blankly at the falling snow in the sky, not knowing what he was thinking about.
"Take care of your mother. She has just recovered from a serious illness. Don't catch the cold. Dad will go see your brother." Mu Nanfeng patted Mu Yunxiao's shoulder and said.
"Dad, go ahead." Mu Yunxiao nodded.
Mu Nanfeng nodded and walked toward the end of the corridor. Everyone knew that he knew his son better than his father. How could he not know what Chen Feng was thinking.
Ever since Jiuwei was poisoned by the charm poison that day, after leaving the Fourth Prince's Mansion, Mu Chenfeng had been acting like this, with many things on his mind. Mu Nanfeng had guessed that Mu Chenfeng's feelings for Jiuwei were not just brother and sister. .
But they were related by blood and could not be tolerated by the secular world. While Mu Nanfeng felt distressed, he couldn't help complaining about the Queen Mother and Mrs. Gu. If they hadn't been messing around in the past, how could such a thing have happened.
"Morning Feng, what are you looking at?" Mu Nanfeng walked over and stood beside him, asking in a rich voice.
When Mu Chenfeng heard Mu Nanfeng's words, he was stunned for a moment, came to his senses, and shouted softly: "Father."
Mu Nanfeng nodded, turned to look at him, and asked, "I see that you have been silent and solemn these days, but what's on your mind?"
"It's nothing, father is worried." Mu Chenfeng raised the corner of his lips and shook his head.
"I'm your father. I don't know if you have something on your mind. Chenfeng, tell me the truth. Do you like Jiuwei?" Mu Nanfeng felt that he needed to remind his son to prevent him from falling into the trap. Among them, the sinking is getting deeper and deeper.
Mu Chenfeng's pupils shrank, then he looked at Mu Nanfeng and said with a smile: "Jiuwei is my sister, I naturally like her."
"Morning Feng, stop pretending to be confused. When you came out of the Prince's Mansion that day, dad felt something was wrong. You..." Mu Nanfeng said halfway, looking at his son's stubborn face, he didn't know what to say.
After a while, Mu Nanfeng looked at the flying snow in the sky, sighed, and said: "Chenfeng, wake up, Jiuwei is your sister, she will always be, you are not young anymore, after the New Year, let your mother You should look for a suitable candidate and arrange the marriage as early as possible."
After saying these words, Mu Nanfeng turned and left, leaving Mu Chenfeng alone with his fists clenched, looking at the snowflakes falling more and more, and closing his eyes.
"Jiu Wei, in my heart, you have never been my sister, but the woman I love most in my life."
Mu Chenfeng looked at the ice crystal-like snowflakes falling on his palm, gradually melting into his palm and disappearing between his fingers. His hand slowly tightened, leaving only a touch of coldness.
"But in the end, you won't belong to me."
As he finished speaking, a gust of north wind blew by, whipping up a gust of wind and snow, which fascinated Mu Chenfeng's eyes and blew the fur coat on his body.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a snowflake in Mu Chenfeng's palm. It quickly melted again and turned into a drop of water, falling on the snow and disappearing.
Looking at this scene, Mu Chenfeng's lips curved into a sarcastic smile. No matter how many opportunities God gave him, she would still leave after all, just like this snowflake, returning to the arms of others, and he could only do The person watching from a distance.
"Brother, why are you still standing here? Jiuwei and Fourth Master are here, and dad and mom are asking you to come over." Mu Yunxiao's words rang in Mu Chenfeng's ears, which seemed to be even more blowing than the cold wind. .
Mu Chenfeng withdrew his gaze, gathered up his fur coat, and walked along the corridor towards the door of the mansion. Although his heart was pounding, thinking about seeing Jiu Wei, his steps involuntarily moved a little faster.
"Jiuwei, you're back." Mrs. Gu looked at Ning Jiuwei and asked awkwardly, even her fingers seemed a little at a loss.
Ning Jiuwei's face was slightly embarrassed. Although she had forgiven Mrs. Gu, she still couldn't say "Mother". She just nodded slightly and said, "Yeah."
But Mu Yunxiao didn't feel restrained at all, and said: "Jiu Wei, you don't even know that my mother knew you were coming back, so she started tidying up the room a month in advance and asked around for what you like to eat and use. Just this table of dishes. There are all kinds of styles from all over the world, and I can’t wait to compare them to the Manchu and Han banquets.”
When Ning Jiuwei heard Mu Yunxiao's words, she glanced at Mrs. Gu, smiled, and said, "I can't help but drool after hearing what you said. I want to eat it now."
"You say that as if I'm starving you." Qin Lin lowered his head and scratched Ning Jiuwei's nose and said with a smile.
"Isn't it almost noon?" Ning Jiu wrinkled her nose slightly and said with a smile.
Mu Chenfeng, who was standing behind, saw this and felt a sense of sadness before saying, "It's very cold outside. If you have anything to do, please come inside and talk about it."
"Okay." Ning Jiu nodded slightly and followed Mu Chenfeng.
Mrs. Gu's eyes were slightly red. She looked at Ning Jiuwei in front of her. She took two steps forward, gathered her fox fur for her, and said, "Why are you wearing so little? It's still cold now."
Ning Jiu was slightly stunned, glanced at Qin Lin beside him, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, this is a fox fur made from the fur of the arctic fox that Qin Lin hunted from an extremely cold place. Although it is thin, it is very warm to wear."
"Well, I'm just worried that you'll get cold."
Mrs. Gu nodded when she heard Ning Jiuwei's words. She swallowed back the words she originally wanted to say. She had prepared a golden peacock and begonia fur coat.
The color is bright and noble, the stitching is fine, and it uses the best Nanhang brocade in the south of the Yangtze River. Not to mention the exquisite embroidery, it is filled with the smallest down of wild ducks. It is extremely warm. It was originally a treasure, but now it is as good as the Arctic fox fur. Compared with it, it is much inferior.