Chapter 13: The Past of Feng Qingcheng

The father on the side crouched down, watching his brother full of love, rubbing the top of his head, and said solemnly: "Yiran, parents will be back soon. You are older than your sister and you are a little man. You have to be responsible for protecting your sister. ?"
Feng Yiran looked at Feng Xiaotian seriously: "Daddy, don't worry! I will protect my sister!"
Although Feng Qingcheng, who was obediently nestled in Xia Qingyu's warm embrace, was reluctant, he still smiled with a sensible eyebrow: "Okay. Qingcheng will be obedient."
Seeing the disappearing back of the parents who were gradually leaving, I couldn't help crying. Feng Yiran next to her took her hand to comfort: "Sister, don't cry, brother will take care of you and protect you, let's go back." He was obviously a young child, but he made Feng Qingcheng feel at ease at the moment.
Wiping away the teardrops on her face, Nuonuo's voice replied, "Okay, brother."
A middle-aged man wearing a gray robe with a slightly swollen waist walked up to her. He was their uncle Feng Qiming. With a cool look in his eyes, he glanced at them.
In Feng Qingcheng's heart, a kind of fear struck him instantly, and he subconsciously did not dare to speak.
Indifferent and impatient voice: "Don't cry! Your parents are gone! Uncle will take good care of you. Go in!" No longer caring about their brothers and sisters, turned and walked into the gate and left.
Feng Qingcheng didn't know that he would never have a chance to meet with his parents again. Three months later, news came that their parents were missing, and some people said they were dead.
She was at a loss at the time and didn't know what to do. She cried sadly every day, but Feng Yiran stood by and comforted her with her grandfather. Gradually she felt that the attitude of the people around them began to change.
Originally, she would often come over to play with herself, and her cousin Feng Qingling, who was three years older than herself, rarely came again. I didn't see it very often. My cousin Feng Qingyan, who was four years older than me, always had a look of disgust and coldness in his eyes when he saw her and Feng Yiran.
Prince Dongfang Moqi would still visit her every once in a while. Every time the prince came to Feng’s house, Feng Qiming’s wife Li Xuerou would warmly greet her, and let Feng Qingling and Feng Qingyan follow along, even Feng Qingyan. Qing Yan tried to push Feng Qingcheng away, leaving only Feng Qingling to follow the prince.
In the family, it is their grandfather who can make the brothers and sisters feel cared for, and he is the only one who is kind to them. It is precisely this kind of people around, although their attitude is not good, but they are not excessive. However, Patriarch Feng's body is not as good as the day.
Feng Yiran needs to follow family regulations when he is eight years old, and all children in the family who are eight years old need to undergo a talent test. The result of his test that day was a talented physique with four attributes, a genius rare in a century.
Later, Feng Qiming said that he would be sent to the big sect to study so that he could become stronger and more powerful.
Feng Yiran didn't want to leave at first, but thinking that Feng Qingcheng could be better protected in the future, he finally agreed.
On the day of leaving, he said to Feng Qingcheng very seriously: "Sister, take care of yourself. Brother will work hard and will come back to you soon." After speaking, he gave her a full look at her last. Got in the leaving carriage. "
In addition to staying with the old Patriarch every day, Feng Qingcheng hopes that the prince will come to see her occasionally. She also looked at the courtyard gate with anticipation from time to time, as if looking forward to someone's return.
Feng Qingcheng was eight years old and started taking the family talent test as required. But surprisingly, no matter what the test stone did that day, there was no response to her. In the end, the elder of the clan had to announce that she had no talent for cultivation.
From that day on, Feng Qingcheng had the name of "waste material". She was so shocked that she was sad, hiding in the house alone and reluctant to go out. Although it was okay for the old patron to comfort her, she still couldn't accept it for a while and tried secretly. Cultivation, but there is no response.
Feng's servants began to mock her, even mocking her face to face.
After a long time, Dongfang Moqi came to Fengfu again. She didn't know, but when she heard the maid in the Fuzhong talk about it, she knew it, so she ran to the garden and saw the prince walking intimately with Feng Qingling in the garden, talking and laughing. She couldn't figure out why the prince's brother who had been so cold to her before, now ignored her, and even now he came to Fengfu, he didn't look for her.
She couldn't help feeling sad, she still mustered the courage to walk to the prince, and said to the prince with tears in her eyes: "Brother prince, you haven't visited Qingcheng for a long time. Why don't you look for me when you come now? What made the prince brother upset?"
Dongfang Moqi didn't expect her to appear suddenly. Feng Qingling's smiley eyebrows also cooled down, staring at Qingcheng's face full of resentment.
The slightly embarrassed prince only paused for a moment, and then returned to the smile of the past spring breeze, "Where, sister Qingcheng, you think too much. I have something important to discuss with Qingling. I am about to finish the discussion and then look at it. Look at you." Looking at Qingcheng with tears in his eyes at this time, there was a trace of unbearableness in his eyes.
Feng Qingling at the side also saw the prince staring at Feng Qingcheng.
With a guilty face and a weak tone: "Sister, elder sister and prince are just discussing important matters, nothing else. Seeing that you are so sad and questioning your Royal Highness, my sister is very self-blaming and will definitely keep your distance from your Royal Highness in the future. Prince, please Sister Qingcheng’s offense, she is still young."
Feng Qingcheng hurriedly said: "No, no, sister don't have to blame herself. Qingcheng was reckless and disturbed the prince brother and sister to discuss important matters."
Then he smiled like a flower at the prince, making Dongfang Moqi dazzling. He also brought Feng Qing's aura to his side even more, and almost tore the veil in his hand.
"Then Qingcheng will go back first. Don't disturb the prince's brother and sister. Qingcheng will leave first." Turning around and leaving happily.
Looking at Feng Qingcheng who was walking away, a dim light flashed across Feng Qingling's eyes. To the prince, she returned to her bright smile: "His Royal Highness, let's continue walking around~" With a shy, soft voice, the prince regained consciousness.
The prince nodded and praised: "Well, light, you are so gentle and virtuous."
These words made Feng Qingling very happy. He swept away the unpleasantness just now, and the corners of her mouth turned up, but the words below the prince made her unhappy.
"You should withdraw first. I'll go to see Qingcheng. After all, the outside influence on her is still great recently, so you don't need to accompany her." The prince finished speaking, stepped away and walked outside.
Feng Qingling, who was stunned there, didn't come back to his senses until the crown prince disappeared. "Originally, the prince was a rare visit! I was all disturbed by this little bitch!" His eyes stared viciously into the distance, and then he stomped and left unwillingly.