Chapter 258:

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The atmosphere inside was suddenly embarrassing. Only the peony flower who didn’t know what to do was glaring and frowning. He was very doubtful, "Which Chu king? The most powerful one in Chaozhong? Isn’t the congratulatory gift of the prince in Beijing? Lao Yuan sent it? Or to..."
She suddenly stopped and looked at the expression on Helianzheng's face. Helianzheng turned away and simply said, "Zhiwei, look after Haochamutu." While striding out, Laoyuan heard him call out loudly : "Come here and send the Living Buddha to rest." He shouted again: "Heli was sent directly to the harem concubine."
Peony flower listens, "self-talking" with a whisper that Feng Zhiwei can hear, "My Jijiuer, the measurement is really good..."
Feng Zhi smiled and said, "I took Chamutu away, peony flowers, not I said to you, since you believe in the Dama Living Buddha, don't give birth to so many."
"You think I think." Peony flower was distracted, and his neck stalked, "I married him for twenty-five years, and I only gave birth to eight! Hu Zhuobu likes many children and grandchildren, Ku Ku wants a lot of children, but I dare not tell him if he is a living Buddha, he secretly found a contraceptive medicine soup in the Central Plains to drink, he thought I didn’t want to have a baby, and secretly dumped it after a while, or replaced my The medicine is just so preventive and leaky, the medicine soup itself is not very bright, and one comes out every three minutes."
"Lao Wang does not know that the child is you..."
"I only told him the first half of the prophecy of the Living Buddha of Dammam. He thought it was Zandalan who died." Liu Mudan said in a low voice. "I don't want him to anger Zandalan, but I don't want him to be sad... …"
So just keep hiding him until death, and bear all the pain caused by that prophecy?
Feng Zhi looked at Liu Mudan, and was a little puzzled how could there be such a woman who spoils her husband in this world? Thinking of this, suddenly I was a little stunned, and I felt that the old king of Kuku was really blessed.
"You can go now, don't lie around here." Peony flower urged her, "I don't talk to people who are unsure."
Feng Zhiwei smiled a little embarrassedly, went out, handed Chamutu to the grandmother in Wang Tingli, and urged Gu Nanyi to go to sleep, Gu Nanyi seriously looked at her for a while, and said: "Mo cry ."
Feng Zhiwei quietly smiled reluctantly, "What are you crying for?"
"In your heart." Gu Nanyi pointed to her heart.
Feng Zhiwei stood silent in the darkness. The cold wind of the grassland blew over, but the floral fragrance was still soft, mixed with the clean atmosphere of the mankind opposite the man, and there was a warm ironing.
She smiled softly for a while.
Gu Nanyi suddenly stretched out her hand and stroked her hair. She moved her a bit stiffly and patted her on the back twice.
That gesture is exactly the same as coaxing to know to sleep...
Feng Zhiwei was in his arms, trying to laugh, but suddenly felt his nose sore. This was the first time he and her hugged each other. It was not about Fengyue. It was only about caring and caring... He finally understood that it was good.
There is something flowing quietly in the air, gentle and gentle like a serenade.
After a while, Feng Zhiwei gently pushed Gu Nanyi away, looking up at his delicate chin, and said softly: "Nanyi, don't worry, crying doesn't matter, anyone will cry, just remember after crying Next time I will laugh, it doesn’t matter."
Gu Nanyi looked at her calmly and suddenly said: "If I cry for someone one day, I will never laugh again."
After Feng Zhiwei answered, he turned and entered the door. The door was closed with a click. The sound was subtle, but Feng Zhiwei was shocked.
Unconsciously, Gu Nanyi seems to be gradually opening up his world. This is the first time she heard him say such a complete and clear, yet fully express her own words.
The meaning in it shocked her.
She stepped back two steps in silence, staring at Gu Nanyi's closed door, and sighed for a while, scattered in the quiet spring night of the grassland.
There are seven steps from the front porch to the front, and seven steps from the front to the front porch.
Feng Zhiwei used his own steps to measure the distance in front of his door a dozen times.
It is very quiet on all sides, unlike the Central Plains clan, there are people waiting for you near you at all times. This quiet usually looks good, but at the moment it is not so used to.
Moonlight rose to the atrium, Feng Zhiwei looked up at the sky, sighed helplessly, and pushed open the door.
A gift basket with a very special style is quietly placed in the center of the house. The gift basket is white and has light gold and black edges. This style looks at a glance, reminding one person.
Feng Zhiwei stood by the door, silent for a long time, and finally walked slowly past, did not open, but first hugged the basket.
There was no hug in the hug, she looked down, and found that the basket was actually stuck to the ground.
She raised her eyebrows-even asked Chun Yumeng to stick the basket to the ground? Can't I throw it on the ground?
With some effort, the basket rose from the ground, but a letter fell with a "click".
Nor can it be said to be a letter. It is a piece of hard paper placed on the bottom of the basket, with only a few words written.
"Feng Hao's birth date is included. If you want to know the secret, please open it."
Feng Zhiwei stared at the paper, his brow furrowed, and there was a frustration.
That person Ning Yi, whose thoughts are indeed so close to ordinary people, can always find your seven inches, and it to prevent you from escaping.
After she had decided that she might not want to open the gift, she would discard it, so she stuck to the basket, and she had to pull the basket hard, so she set up this mechanism, and even more so she saw this sentence, and she had to open the basket anyway.
Feng Zhiwei crumpled the paper and unwrapped the outer cover of the basket. There was a small knot at the top. According to the practice of Dijing, some baubles such as Jinling jade buckle and the like would be tied here, but the bauble in front of him had a strange shape Feng Zhiwei's eyes jumped.
A little golden broom.
The broom is exquisite and exquisite, and it is the kind of long-handled broom used to sweep snow. Even the bamboo end of the handle and the bamboo wire of the broom are well-defined.
broom.
At the first meeting of Qiufu Binghu, she dragged a big broom to sweep the snow, and used this broom to send the five aunts who contacted him privately to the ghost gate.
Feng Zhiwei's fingers lightly stroked the broom... If he didn't have the heart to kill and didn't kill the five aunts, wouldn't he meet him? If you don’t meet him, wouldn’t you have everything after that?