Drinking a few glasses of wine, on this day, Qiao Lan also went to bed early, and she still practiced her sword first when she got up the next day, but she always felt as if she had forgotten something important, and she couldn't remember it for a while...... Until Feng Qixiang appeared......

Feng Qixiang invited Qiao Lan to Taozhuang again, but today he did not go to enjoy the flowers, but to cook wine and talk about the sword, the wine is still pear blossom white, and on the sword, it is Feng Er and Feng San fighting. I thought they were just learning from each other, but I didn't expect it to be surprisingly exciting, the two were on equal footing, back and forth, not giving in to each other, and for a while, the sword and sword shadow brightened the blind eyes.

From a purely appreciative point of view, it's quite pleasing to the eye. Qiao Lan was also learning swordsmanship, and she looked at it very seriously, but the other party was too fast to watch.

"Brother Feng is not afraid that I will write down their moves, and someone will dismantle their moves in the future?"

"They used to use knives, not swords. Feng Qixiang said painlessly.

Qiao Lan gritted the back of her teeth and asked fiercely, "Then why don't you let them play in their true colors?" Even the unaccustomed swords are used so badly, they are really more human than human, and they are infuriating.

"The dancing knife is not as good as the sword!" Feng Qixiang really choked to death, Qiao Lan secretly complained, what a broken reason, fortunately he then added, "Besides, what they use knives to do are killing moves." ”

“……”

Feng Er and Feng San fought for half an hour before stopping, and then Feng Si came out with a red tassel gun. The red tassel spear was in Feng Si's hand, as if it was alive, spinning, replaying, and stabbing ...... Feng Si is just a person dancing the gun, which seems to be thin, however, with the dancing of the red tassel gun. More and more petals gathered around him, it turned out that he was consciously using the cyclone of the red tassel gun to prevent the petals falling from the trees from falling to the ground, could it be more and more......

If you want to say Feng Si, he is over twenty years old, not tall, and has a baby face, he looks like he is fifteen or sixteen years old, and he is not small in play, so he will dance with a gun. The front is fine. A red tassel gun, controlled by a large handful of petals, beautiful, finally. He threw the gun at Feng Qixiang and Qiao Lan. The petals are out of his grasp. A rain of petals fell on the heads of the two of them.

Qiao Lan saw the top of her head, her shoulders, and her body. and Feng Qixiang, who was surrounded by flower petals, couldn't hold back for a while, laughing so much that the flowers trembled, but when she laughed, the petals on her body fell one after another, and she suddenly woke up, it was not only Feng Qixiang who was unlucky, and her laughter stopped abruptly.

"Seal four, face the wall and think about it for ten days. Feng Qixiang said coldly.

"The subordinates receive the order. "Feng Er left to get Feng Four.

"Brother Qiao, it's time to continue talking about "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". ”

“……”

On this day, Qiao Lan told Feng Qixiang about "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" for most of the hour. Feng Qixiang wanted to stay for dinner, but Qiao Lan refused, she was afraid that after dinner, Feng Qixiang would invite her to talk about the Three Kingdoms at night.

Another day later, Feng Qixiang came to invite Qiao Lan to Taozhuang again, and Taolin listened to the music, which he played himself.

After a few songs, Feng Qixiang directly asked Qiao Lan if he had a script of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in his hand, just because this story is so long and the content is redundant, but Qiao Lan can write it down, he must have a script in his hand and read it often, otherwise it is ......

"Little brother never forget!" Qiao Lan said.

"I don't know where Brother Qiao read this book?"

"A one-of-a-kind book that was accidentally obtained. Qiao Lan said lightly, seeing Feng Qixiang's eyes lit up, she added, "It's a pity that it has been burned." ”

The only book that was burned...... The disappointment on Feng Qixiang's face was indescribable.

Qiao Lan finally faced up to the fact that Feng Qixiang was too keen on "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and asked the reason one by one.

Feng Qixiang did not hide it, and said frankly, "My brother will definitely go to the battlefield in the future and regain the glory of his father, however, after three years of poisoning, my brother's meridians are damaged, and he can't learn internal strength, and his martial arts cultivation is limited. The person who wrote this book must have been an expert in marching and fighting, and it contained all kinds of thaumaturgy, comparable to the art of war. If you are not satisfied with you, my brother has sent someone to find this script, if you can find it, it is naturally good, if you can't find it, only Brother Qiao is here......"

Qiao Lan seems to have seen some of the characteristics of her grandfather Hua Yongzhi from Feng Qixiang, who also dares to fight, is equally good at strategy, and also likes the Three Kingdoms......

"You are ...... with you" Qiao Lan suddenly retracted, almost confessing to her grandfather, but fortunately she stopped in time and turned around without a trace, "The little brother thought about it about the same, but the little brother didn't think about going into battle to kill the enemy, so he didn't dig deeper." I've been reading the script for some years, I'm afraid there are omissions, just listen to the story and it's nothing, but if you want to use it in actual combat, you need to be cautious. Brother Feng attaches so much importance to this script, and the younger brother is not good at perfunctory. Give the younger brother some time and write down the parts he remembers for the brother to study. ”

"That's very good. Feng Qixiang was overjoyed, got up and sat down next to Qiao Lan, and the two brothers patted her on the shoulder, "Enough righteousness!"

Qiao Lan dodged to the side with a lot of traces.

Feng Qixiang also instructed Feng Yi to fetch the paper on his desk, which was the plot written by Feng Qixiang according to Qiao Lan's description in the previous two days, which shows how attentive he was.

In view of his intentions, Qiao Lan will also do her best to draft "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" for him.

The next morning, after Qiao Lan finished practicing swords, he went to the study to write a catalog, Feng Qixiang came again, and Feng Yi, who was following him, carried a large box, and when he opened it, there were two thick stacks of cicada wing notes. Cicada wing paper, as the name suggests, is as thin as a cicada's wing, and very delicate, it is the most precious paper. The output of cicada wing paper is very small, other paper sells knives, it sells on zhang, and money may not be able to buy it, but Feng Qixiang is a big stack as soon as he gives it away.

In the following days, Qiao Lan lived the days of practicing swords in the morning, then touring the West Bank, writing books in the afternoon, listening to Yu Dana in the evening, writing for a while in the evening, and then meditating before going to bed......

She didn't write fast, she had to think about it carefully, and she had to write it down in concise and concise ancient Chinese, Feng Qixiang thought about cutting down trees, but he didn't urge her.

Time enters May, this month, Qiao's family has a lot of things, Chen Yueya's eleventh birthday is on the fourth day of May, and Qiao Lan's fourteenth birthday is on May 20. The day of Ye Feitian and the gem is also set for the eighth day of the fifth month......

On the first day of the fifth lunar month, it was normal, except for the master Qiao Lan's lunch break for a little longer. She handed over the first half of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to Feng Qixiang last night, and according to his obsessive personality, she shouldn't be here today, so she took advantage of her lunch break to enter the space.

In the space, the peppers are not so vigorous, and there are only a dozen red peppers hanging on each plant, which is completely incomparable with the previous prosperity, and the few rice next to it are very spiritual. It's only been a month and a half and the grout has already begun. It will reach maturity in mid-May, which is more than twice as fast as the outer head.

Qiao Lan didn't care about the crops in the space, but walked straight to Lingquan. It's been more than ten days since she last dropped jade. The flower bones of the little lotus seem to have grown. But it is still closed and not opened.

With all his strength, he slowly pushed the last stone wrapped in jade into the spiritual spring, and with a plop, the stone quickly sank to the bottom. Although it seems to be silent on the outside, the buds of the little lotus are quietly open......

This was a scene that had been expected for a long time, Qiao Lan was not surprised, she had seen the epiphany bloom, just like the lotus flower in front of her, loosening one petal after another, unfolding, unfolding, unfolding...... When all the petals were stretched out, she was greeted by a lotus flower the size of a basin.

The imaginary lotus fairy did not appear, but Qiao Lan was still amazed, it was the first time she had seen such a big and beautiful lotus flower.

However, to her surprise, this lotus flower opened like an epiphany, the most beautiful moment, and then it also declined like an epiphany, she saw that the situation was not good, and she didn't care about appreciating it, so she quickly lay down and stretched out her hand to fish out the jade from the spiritual spring, but the moment her hand touched the spiritual spring, the palm-sized lotus petals fell one by one, fell into the spring water, and turned into nothingness......

When Qiao Lan raised her head, there was only a fist-sized lotus pod left on the top of the stalk...... Inexplicably, she felt a little sad, such a beautiful flower only existed for a moment, shorter than fireworks.

The lotus pod continued to swell, slowly growing from the size of a fist to the size of a small bowl, at this time, Qiao Lan had no idea what the final result would be, maybe this lotus pod would grow into a giant lotus pod, and then stop growing, maybe it would wither, and the lotus seeds would fall into the spring, waiting for the next round of vitality.

The lotus pod as big as the sea bowl finally stopped growing, and there were only ten green and full lotus seeds inlaid on it, just when Qiao Lan wondered if it would wither, the emerald green lotus pod began to change color, first yellow-brown, then dark brown, and the originally full lotus seeds also changed color and shriveled......

Wilted to the extreme, the rhizome of the lotus pod suddenly broke, and the ghost made a miracle, Qiao Lan reached out and wanted to grab it, but she was always a step too slow, and she could only watch the lotus pod fall into the water, and like the lotus petals, the lotus pod also disappeared, but it was just ......

She looked at the ten lotus seeds floating on the water, and finally had the joy of harvesting.

Qiao Lan scooped up ten lotus seeds as big as chestnuts and held them in her hands: Haha, it took Rusto jade to raise such ten lotus seeds, and I don't know if there is an effect of resurrecting the dead, if not, I will lose a lot.

A few lotus leaves in the spiritual spring seemed to feel Qiao Lan's joy, and they were automatically swaying without wind.

Qiao Lan took out the white jade lotus flower that Feng Qixiang gave him, put it aside, and borrowed the delicate box to store the lotus seeds, even so, she felt wronged by these precious lotus seeds, and decided to go back and find someone to make ten boxes and store them separately.

Thinking that there was still time, Qiao Lan used her mental power to pick all the peppers in a few places, then uproot them and plant new peppers.

After getting ten lotus seeds that must not be ordinary, Qiao Lan was in a good mood, although she didn't know what it was for, but it didn't hinder her good mood at all. Three days later was Chen's birthday. Thinking that the sisters had never even eaten a bowl of noodles in their birthdays in the past so many years, Qiao Lan decided to take care of it.

Recently, Chen Yueya has studied the rules and learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting very carefully, and she even went to Fuyuan every morning to ask Liang Maohua to say goodbye.

Qiao Lan called Chen Yueya to the study, and the two sisters said intimate words for an afternoon. Qiao Lan behaved like a parent, asking Chen Yueya what she had studied recently and what she wanted on her birthday. Chen Yueya's concern was mainly about Feng Qixiang who was going to come to the West Bank every three or five days, she thought that Feng Qixiang knew Qiao Lan's details, and the two of them were so close, whether there was something about this and that.

Knowing that Feng Qixiang didn't know that Qiao Lan was a daughter at all, and just treated her as a brother, Chen Yueya was a little disappointed, she didn't have much contact with Feng Qixiang, but subconsciously felt that that person was not bad and worthy of her sister.

"You haven't touched him, how did you know he's good?"

"Feel it!" Given such a mysterious answer, Chen Yueya was embarrassed, "Hehe!"

"Little look, do you still tell my sister about the sixth sense?" Qiao Lan teased, but it also aroused Chen Yueya's curiosity, "What is the sixth sense?"

"It is the sixth sense in addition to touch, taste, smell, hearing, and vision, and people will always feel something inexplicably, some people are allowed, and some people are not. Listen, Chen Yueya was about to say that she was the one with the sixth sense, but Qiao Lan broke her a basin of cold water without being salty, "Your sixth sense is not accurate, you look at the Xie Jinbao you chose, said that he was going to enlist in the army, and after walking for so long, he sent back a dagger." His birthday was not indicated. ”

"He's not far away. Chen Yueya was too busy to mention Xie Jinbao's explanation, she identified Xie Jinbao, if her sister was not satisfied with Xie Jinbao, then what should she do?!

"Send a letter to inform the head office. Now I don't know where I am, whether I am alive or dead, whether I am injured or not. Qiao Lan said angrily.

Xie Jinbao ...... He was illiterate. Chen Yueya said with a blushing face, Qiao Lan smiled narrowly, "This hasn't passed the door yet, it's protected, and after passing the door in the future, it's still going to be a big deal." ”

"Sister!" Chen Yueya was embarrassed and anxious, and hurriedly stepped forward to block Qiao Lan's mouth, but the latter turned to a serious topic in an instant, "You don't worry about him at all." ”

Unexpectedly, Chen Yueya asked innocently, "Worried about what he does, he is not even afraid of big insects and bears." ”

"......" Qiao Lan was dumbfounded, she didn't expect her sister to be so simple, and unconditionally believed that Xie Jinbao's stunned youth was invincible.

How cruel the war is, it can be seen from those poems, "Drunk and lying on the battlefield, you don't smile, a few people came back to fight in ancient times", "The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 gold", "One will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither", and people are often much more terrible than big insects and bears. Qiao Lan didn't say this, so let her sister continue to be so simple.

Qiao Lan shifted the topic to the birthday banquet, and as she was talking, Shan Zixuan, who was guarding the door, knocked on the door, "Master, Yang Cong asks to see you." ”

"What did he say?"

"It was said that someone had sent a burden to the master. ”

"Go and fetch the baggage. ”

Shan Zixuan turned to leave, and quickly slipped back to a shabby baggage. At the first glance of this burden, Qiao Lan's face was pulled down, such a piece of garbage, she also had to present it to herself? Look at it again, she remembered that last year, Xie Jinbao asked people to carry a dagger, and it was also wrapped in a tattered baggage, this would not be ...... (To be continued.) )