Feng Xi'er looked at Long Shi in confusion, and Long Shi told the truth and said calmly: "My mother passed away the day she gave birth to me. Her death anniversary is my birthday, so there is nothing worth celebrating."
Feng Xi'er's eyes were full of shock and curiosity. When he came into contact with Feng Xi'er's curious eyes, Long Shi continued: "My mother was originally a maidservant of the emperor. The emperor mistakenly recognized my mother as his beloved woman because of his drunkenness, and they had a romantic affair overnight. My mother was in poor health and died after giving birth to me. My father has never acknowledged me. Ever since I was a child, I have never celebrated my birthday."
I see. Feng Xi'er patted Long Shi on the shoulder. She didn't know how to comfort him, so she said whatever came to her mind: "It doesn't matter if you don't want such a romantic and affectionate father. Your mother in heaven must hope that you live a happy life. These are no big deal, as a human being The most important thing is to live a happy life. After all, people don’t spend their youth in a romantic way.”
Long Shi's originally sad and desolate mood suddenly lifted up the clouds and saw the moonlight, and the dark sky suddenly became clear. For Long Shi, Feng Xi'er was more effective than a panacea.
"Xiao Xi is indeed my good brother." Long Shi smiled happily, took out his jade fan and patted Feng Xi'er on the head.
Seeing that Long Shi was not immersed in sadness, Feng Xi'er stood up and said, "Of course, but even if Xiao Shi's birthday is not today, I still want to show off my skills and let Xiao Shi have a taste of my cooking skills."
Feng Xi'er was inconvenient due to her hand injury, and Long Shi assisted with a tacit understanding. The two of them cooperated very well. Feng Xi'er cooked a bowl of noodles, fried some poached eggs, and made her best braised fish. Spicy chicken, boiled tofu, spicy stir-fried cabbage, pork ribs and braised mushrooms, all the modern specialty dishes were cooked, and Cuixian and the others were called to pull down the small potatoes to celebrate Long Ten together.
It's a pity that her hand injury is inconvenient, otherwise she would have made a big cake to celebrate Long Shi.
The beauties all praised Feng Xi'er for her good cooking skills, and Cuixian was also convinced: "I didn't expect that Feng Xian is so talented and has such superb cooking skills. She is really amazing."
Feng Xi'er smiled modestly and said: "It's just a side dish that I make casually when I'm bored. Everyone can eat it if they like it."
At this time, three brothers, Long, Six, Seven, Long and Eight, came in unison. Smelling the aroma of the table, the three brothers all showed greedy faces. Long Shi asked the brothers to sit down and added bowls and chopsticks. The three brothers also responded. Feng Xi'er was praised for her cooking skills.
Feng Xi'er was not used to being praised repeatedly, so she ate her meal quietly. Occasionally, he accidentally met Long Qi's eyes and almost choked on his rice.
After the meal, Feng Xi'er was afraid of facing Long Qi, so she wanted to go back to Jiuwang Mansion to change her dressing, so she took Xiaotuo back home. Anyway, Long Shi received the gift and ate the longevity noodles she cooked by herself, which was enough.
Feng Xi'er did not go back to Jiuwang Mansion directly, but asked Xiaodou to go back to the house first. She went to Jiuzhong Tower to find Hongjiu. As a result, Honggu told her that Hongjiu had returned to his hometown because of something. Feng Xi'er asked what was going on, but Honggu said she didn't know.
As Feng Xi'er walked back home, she felt a strong sense of loss in her heart. A drizzle fell from the sky again, and Feng Xi'er's heart suddenly became like the uncertain weather.
The drizzle fell on the body, and the passers-by raised their umbrellas and looked at Feng Xi'er curiously. Feng Xi'er was unconscious at this moment, thinking only about where Hong Jiu went. In ancient times, there was nothing more than flying pigeons to pass messages. It was so difficult to find someone, not to mention that Feng Xi'er didn't know where Hongjiu's hometown was. She asked Honggu, but she didn't know.
Feng Xi'er didn't know how she returned home. She forced herself to put away her lost emotions. Her face was wet with the drizzle and felt cool, but her heart felt even colder. She held up her skirt and stepped into the threshold, only to be met by someone standing there. Long Jiu stood by the door with his hands behind his back.
"Are you caught in the rain?" Long Jiu sounded worried, and he came over naturally to check Feng Xi'er's pulse, and then touched Feng Xi'er's forehead. He asked the oncoming little potato to prepare hot water. Little Potato followed the instructions and prepared the hot water before he could express his concern.
Feng Xi'er looked directly into Long Jiu's black eyes, trying to see through him. She was waiting and expecting. She believed that if Hong Jiu loved her, he would never give up on her.
Long Jiu was shocked by Feng Xi'er's sharp eyes, and said: "Don't catch a cold, go take a hot bath."
Isn't he very cold and tough? Long Jiu is unpredictable, just like the current weather. Hong Jiu is not in Jiuzhonglou, and Feng Xier has no intention of staying in Jiuwang Mansion. She doesn’t know where to find Hong Jiu, so she has to keep herself busy so that she won’t feel Times are tough.
After thinking about it, she said, "I'm sorry to bother you, Ninth Prince. My wound is almost healed. I'll go back tomorrow." Feng Xi'er said in a firm and stubborn tone, then she picked up her skirt and walked away.
Long Jiu looked at Feng Xi'er's frail figure, feeling conflicted in his heart. In six days, Hong Jiu would completely disappear from this world. Is that plan too cruel to A Xi
You can't be soft-hearted, you can't. Only in this way, if Hong Jiu dies, can Long Jiu fall in love with Feng Xi'er openly and honestly.
Feng Xi'er returned to the room. Xiaodou had prepared hot water and took off Feng Xi'er's clothes. Feng Xi'er sat in the bathtub, filled with smoke. Feng Xi'er put her injured hand on the edge of the bathtub. , Xiaodudou wiped Feng Xi'er's body.
Feng Xi'er retreated from Little Potato: "Tudou, you go and have a rest. I want to take another dip."
Little Potato nodded: "Miss, please be careful not to soak for too long, and be sure not to catch cold. I will go and sweep the entrance hall. The spring rain has wet the corridor. I will clean it up. When the lady is ready, call me. I will help you get dressed."
Feng Xi'er nodded and Xiaotuo went out.
Feng Xi'er fell asleep while soaking. When Xiaodou finished sweeping the corridor and put the broom back in the kitchen, Long Jiu happened to come to visit Feng Xi'er. When there was no response when she knocked on the door, Long Jiu pushed the door open and entered. After calling Feng Xi'er's name several times, no one answered. Long Jiu was anxious for a moment, opened the bead curtain and saw Feng Xi'er sleeping in the bathtub.
The beauty in the bathtub has skin as white as snow, as pure white and silky as milk, her shoulders are thin, her neck is as slender as a swan's neck, the depth of the hot water just covers her collarbone, and the water mist is lingering and faint. When Yueyue saw the plump and white "breast organ", Long Jiu's throat tightened and his body became hot. He deliberately ignored the beautiful spring scenery and reached out to pat Feng Xi'er's reddish face.
Feng Xi'er's lower face was white and rosy, like an egg that had just broken out of its shell. Her skin could be broken by a blow, and she was boundlessly pure and incomparably beautiful, captivating everyone. Squinting her eyes slightly and flashing her long eyelashes, Feng Xi'er opened her eyes in a daze and met Long Jiu's cold, ice-like eyes. She was so frightened that she almost jumped out of the bathtub screaming.
Fortunately, Feng Xi'er was not a delicate official lady. She didn't scream, and she didn't dare to jump out of the tub. Her heart beat wildly twice and she breathed heavily. He buried his neck in the water, leaving only his head exposed. His face was so red that it could bleed, and his ears were hot. He said awkwardly: "Nine, nine, nine princes, why, how... why didn't you wake me up?"
Feng Xi'er changed her mind in time. Do you dare to say how to break into her boudoir on Long Jiu's territory? This room originally belonged to Long Jiu.
Long Jiu did not answer Feng Xi'er's untechnical question, but said seriously: "Get up quickly, it won't be good if you catch a cold."
Brother, if you don’t go out, how can I get up? Feng Xi'er smiled bitterly and said: "Then please, Ninth Prince, please step aside. I will get up right away."