The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little awkward. Only Peony Huaer, who didn't know what happened, stared and frowned, very suspicious, "Which King of Chu? The one who is currently the most powerful in the court? Didn't the prince's congratulatory gift come with him in Beijing? Why is it so bland?" Send it all the way? Or give it to... "
She stopped suddenly, looked at the expression on He Lianzheng's face, He Lianzheng turned away, and said simply: "Zhiwei, take care of Chamutu." : "Come here, send Dama Living Buddha to rest." He shouted again: "The congratulatory gift will be sent directly to the concubine in the back hall."
Mudanhua'er listened, "talking to herself" in a low voice that Feng Zhiwei could hear, "My lucky dog, the measure is really good..."
Feng Zhi smiled and said: "I took Chamutu away, Peony, I didn't mean you, since you believe in Dharma Tulku, don't give birth to so many."
"You think I want to." Peony Hua'er's attention was diverted, her neck twisted and said, "I have been married to him for twenty-five years, and I have only had eight children in total! Hu Zhuobu likes to have many children and grandchildren, Ku Ku wants many children, but I dare not tell him the words of Dama Living Buddha. I secretly found a contraceptive medicine soup to drink in the Central Plains. The medicine is so leak-proof, and the medicine soup itself is not very effective, well, one will pop up every now and then."
"Old Wang didn't know the child was you..."
"I only told him the first half of Dama Tulku's prophecy, and he thought it was Zadaranke who died." Liu Mudan lowered her voice, "I don't want him to anger Zadaran, but I also don't want him to be sad... "
So just keep hiding it from him until his death, and bear all the pain caused by that prophecy
Feng Zhiwei looked at Liu Mudan, a little confused, how can there be such a woman who spoils her husband in this world? Thinking of this, he suddenly became a little dazed, and felt that Old King Kuku was really blessed.
"You can go, don't chatter here." Peony Hua'er urged her instead, "I don't talk to people who are restless."
Feng Zhiwei smiled awkwardly, went out, handed Chamutu to the grandmother in the Wang court, and urged Gu Nanyi to go to sleep, Gu Nanyi looked at her seriously for a while, and said: "Don't cry. .”
Feng Zhiwei remained silent, forced a smile and said, "Why are you crying?"
"In your heart." Gu Nanyi pointed to her heart.
Feng Zhiwei stood silently in the darkness, the cold wind from the prairie blew over, but the fragrance of the flowers was still soft, mixed with the green and clean breath of the man on the opposite side, there was a kind of warm ironing.
After a while she smiled lightly.
Gu Nanyi suddenly stretched out his hand, stroked her hair, pulled her over with a stiff movement, and patted her on the back twice.
That gesture is exactly the same as coaxing Gu Zhizhi to sleep...
Feng Zhiwei was in his arms, wanted to laugh, but suddenly felt her nose sore, this was the first time he and she embraced, it had nothing to do with romance, only caring, caring... He finally understood, it's so good.
Something in the air is flowing quietly, tactfully and gently like a serenade.
After a long while, Feng Zhiwei gently pushed Gu Nanyi away, looked up at his delicate chin, and said softly, "Nanyi, don't worry, it's okay to cry, everyone will cry sometimes, as long as you remember to cry after crying." It doesn't matter if you still laugh next time."
Gu Nanyi looked at her fixedly, and suddenly said: "If I cry for someone one day, I will never laugh again."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Feng Zhiwei to answer, she turned around and entered the door, the door closed with a click, the sound was subtle, but it shocked Feng Zhiwei.
Unknowingly, Gu Nanyi seemed to be gradually opening up his world. This was the first time she heard him utter such complete and clear words that fully expressed his thoughts.
The meaning of it shocked her.
She silently took two steps back, staring at Gu Nanyi's closed door, and sighed for a while, scattered in the quiet spring night of the grassland.
It is seven steps from the front porch to the front door, and seven steps from the front porch to the front porch.
Feng Zhiwei used her own steps to measure the distance in front of her door a dozen times.
The surroundings are very quiet, unlike the big clan in the Central Plains, there are always people waiting to serve you near you. This quietness usually seems very good, but at this moment it is not so used to it.
The moonlight rose to the courtyard, Feng Zhiwei looked up at the sky, sighed helplessly, and pushed open the door.
A gift basket with a very special style was quietly placed in the center of the room. The gift basket was moon white with pale gold and black borders. This style reminded me of a person at a glance.
Feng Zhiwei stood by the door, silent for a long time, finally walked over slowly, did not open it, but picked up the basket first.
She didn't hug it, she looked down in astonishment, only to find that the basket had been glued to the ground.
She raised her eyebrows—to tell Chunyu to stick the basket on the ground suddenly? I can't throw it if it sticks to the ground
With a little effort, the basket lifted off the ground, but a letter fell down with a "click".
It can't be called a letter, but a piece of hard paper at the bottom of the basket, with only a few simple words written on it.
"Feng Hao's birth date is included, if you want to know the secret, please ask."
Feng Zhiwei stared at the paper, frowning, showing helplessness.
Ning Yi's mind is indeed so meticulous that ordinary people can't match, he can always find your seven inches, and grab you to prevent you from escaping.
It was calculated that she might not want to open the gift at all and would throw it away, so she stuck to the basket, calculated that she would pull out the basket forcefully, so this mechanism was set up, and it was even more calculated that she had to open the basket no matter what when she saw this sentence.
Feng Zhiwei crumpled the paper and unsealed the basket. There was a small knot on the top. According to the Imperial Capital's practice, there would be some small things fastened here, such as golden bell and jade buttons. The corner of Feng Zhiwei's eyes twitched.
A little gold broom.
The broom is exquisitely made, exquisite and lifelike. It is the kind of long-handled broom used for sweeping snow.
broom.
The first time I saw the ice lake in Qiufu, she dragged a big broom to sweep the snow, and used this broom to send Wu Yiniang, who was in private contact with him, to the gate of hell.
Feng Zhiwei lightly stroked the broom with her fingers... If she hadn't killed the heart and killed Fifth Yiniang back then, wouldn't she have met him? If I didn't meet him, wouldn't there be all kinds of things after that