Feng Zhen, who was abducted into the ditch by Wei Ci, thought about it for a long time, but never had a clue. The former kindly made him a cup of tea.
"Thank you." Feng Zhen thanked him as he took it.
As soon as his lips touched the edge of the cup, he suddenly came to his senses, no—he was almost fooled by Wei Zixiao.
When he looked up, he saw Wei Ci's frowning eyebrows, and his eyes that seemed to be dotted with lacquer flashed a thick and dark color.
Seeing this, Feng Zhen couldn't help but soften his heart. He swallowed the words stuck in his throat and did not continue to make things difficult for Wei Ci.
"It's hard to bear, I'll be harassing your house for a while today." Feng Zhen rolled his eyes, and a thought popped up in his heart, he said cheekily, "Looking back on the past, you and I used to sleep on our feet and talk about the world all night long. It's a big deal. Now that I think about it, it's been so long."
Wei Ci glanced at him out of the corner of the eye and said, "There are still vacant rooms in the mansion."
It's not that Wei Ci is stingy, it's just that Feng Zhen's sleeping appearance is similar to that of Lu Zheng, and he is also a character who sleeps from the head of the bed to the end of the bed.
Feng Zhen was small and weak, but his face was extremely thick, and he went to Wei Ci's master bedroom.
Taking advantage of Wei Ci's time to take a bath, he unrestrainedly took off his clothes, only a nightcloth was left on his body, and he rolled into the bed. Wei Ci is a bit of a clean freak, and the mattresses are regularly replaced and washed. Even in this sweat-prone weather, the beds are still clean and tidy, with a fresh and natural fragrance everywhere. Anyway, it's better than Fengzhen's kennel-like bedroom.
By the time Wei Ci was groomed and ready to go to bed, Feng Zhen had already fallen asleep on all sides, his clothes were slightly open, his hair was messy, and his whole body was wide open, and one person took up most of the place. Now that the weather is still hot and sweating is easy, Feng Zhen didn't even have a bath, so he just rolled onto his bed... Wei Ci thought to himself, when Feng Zhen woke up, he must wash the mattress three or five times.
Wearing a moon-white nightgown, Wei Ci slept sideways outside the bed, her drowsiness surged, and her consciousness faintly fell asleep.
At this time, Feng Zhen deliberately lowered his voice and asked in his ears.
"Zixiao? Zixiao? Are you still awake?"
Wei Ci opened her eyes with difficulty, and answered vaguely, "What's the matter?"
Feng Zhen said, "Speaking of sleeping on your feet, I suddenly remembered something. It seems that you and your lord once slept on the same couch and slept on your feet?"
Wei Ci was stunned, but he was on high alert for anything related to Jiang Pengji.
When he sorted out the content of Fengzhen's questioning, he was suddenly shocked and drowsy.
"Feng Zishi, if you don't want to sleep, go back to your house early!"
Feng Zhen rested his cheek in one hand and looked sideways at Wei Ci. The flawless white jade-like face was full of mixed emotions at this time, ranging from shame and shock to fear of being exposed to secrets. I have to say, this greatly satisfies Feng Zhen's bad taste.
"No! I'm not leaving!" Feng Zhen crawled on the bed, hugging the sleeping pillow with both hands, and suddenly felt a roll of things with his fingertips.
He stretched out his hand carefully and took out the scroll, which turned out to be a scroll that was carefully put away.
Before he could react, Wei Ci's face changed again, and he rushed over uncharacteristically.
Feng Zhen dodged subconsciously, avoiding Wei Ci, relying on his sharp body, he ran away with the scroll.
He didn't want to open the scroll, but Wei Ci's reaction was really abnormal.
"Tsk - the precious thing on the bedside, is it the fire escape map that you usually look at for pastimes?"
Feng Zhen fled quickly, and opened the painting with swift hands and feet.
"Feng Zishi!"
Wei Ci was so angry that she took off the long sword beside the bed and pulled out its sheath with a swipe, so frightened that Feng Zhen's cold hair exploded.
play for real
Feng Zhen took a quick look at the content in the painting, and when he saw it clearly, the eyes that fell to Wei Ci were a little weird.
Without him, the woman in the painting is not someone else, but Jiang Pengji.
The woman in the painting is lying on a flower and sleeping, and the brushstrokes are delicate and real, which is completely different from the paintings that pursue freehand brushwork nowadays. This painting is more realistic. The woman's eyelashes were slender and her eyelids trembled slightly, as if she was about to open her slightly drunk eyes, revealing those clear and watery eyes.
That's all, but the woman in the painting dresses very boldly, which is completely different from the conservative creative style of today.
Narrow sleeves and half arms, revealing two snow-white wrists, and the skirt is huge, as gorgeous as a blooming peony. In contrast, the skirt is a little short, only covering the calf, revealing two small feet, two silver rings with bells hanging on the slender ankles.
The woman slept soundly on the ground because of drunkenness, surrounded by petals of beautiful sleeping beauty, the whiter the whiter and the redr the redder.
The nearby rockery overlaps, and the environment is remote and quiet, but there is such a breathtaking beauty here, as if you have seen it with your own eyes.
Feng Zhen glanced at the signing time, and raised his eyebrows fearlessly.
"My lord was only twelve years old at the time, and you had so many thoughts?"
The scroll was signed six years ago, the first month after Wei Ci's rebirth.
At that time, the beauty was in full bloom, and Wei Ci saw the petals withered all over the ground, and memories of the past appeared in front of her eyes.
Now that he thinks about it, his bowels are green with regret.
Feng Zhen has always been a person who can't hide his words, and he is not allowed to reveal a few words to the lord at any time.
Although Wei Ci's waistcoat had long since been stripped off in front of Jiang Pengji, he still had a little hope.
"Take it back!" Wei Ci held his sword and faced Feng Zhen, the more anxious he became.
Although Feng Zhen was not afraid of death, he was well aware of the principle of relaxation and restraint, so he couldn't make Wei Ci anxious.
The rabbit was in a hurry and bit people, not to mention Wei Ci's swordsmanship was good.
"Okay, I'll give it back to you." Feng Zhen didn't dare to throw the scroll at random, but instead rolled it up and handed it back to Wei Ci, but said, "I've never seen anyone who is more hesitant than you. You just denied it, but now the evidence is overwhelming, I don't know what else you can say."
It's enough to draw such a picture in private, and even hide the picture scroll next to the pillow in the master bedroom.
What's the point of that, even using analysis
Wei Ci put the sword in his hand back into the scabbard, but the gloom on his face did not dissipate.
Feng Zhen smiled and asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
Wei Ci just said that "going to the father and keeping the son" is the best way, but now he is happy with the lord but denies it in every possible way, which makes people think a lot.
Of course, Feng Zhen knew Wei Ci's temperament, and the so-called fear of death was even more impossible.
Feng Zhenhao was ready to listen to Wei Ci's explanation. Seeing his embarrassed appearance, he didn't expect Wei Ci to be in a trance.
"If you're afraid... then Ci also wouldn't be able to..."
Wei Ci dangerously stopped, and did not say the last "slaying".
Otherwise, Yi Chaofeng's ability to cause trouble will not go to the bottom of it
Seeing that the alarm was lifted, Fengzhen suddenly became fearless again.
"Looking at you, I'm afraid that you have a deep-rooted love for the lord for a long time." In Feng Zhen's opinion, Wei Ci had a crush on her six years ago, and she was still a twelve-year-old girl... She is really a beast. "Instead of suffering so much, why don't you express your heart earlier?"