Feng Qingqian lay lazily on the couch under the tree, covering his eyes irritably with his left hand, and kneading the note that Qianyue had just sent with his right hand irritably.

The content on the note is clearly unsatisfactory.

The cherry blossoms were scattered one after another, and Qianyue looked at the dancer sword in the courtyard, a little worried.

The fierce sword aura almost turned the few tall cherry blossom trees in the courtyard into baldness.

That's Miss's favorite cherry blossom tree.

Qian Yue looked at Feng Qingqian with some sorrow: "Miss, is it okay for Lord Mu to do this?"

Feng Qingqian shook his head and shook off the cherry blossoms that fell on his head, "Let her go." ”

After saying that, there was no movement.

Qianyue looked at her eyes and quietly stepped aside.

Sure enough, after a while, Feng Qingqian got up irritably, exuding cold air all over his body, making Qianyue involuntarily take a few steps back.

Feng Qingqian crumpled the note in his hand irritably, and looked at Qianyue standing obediently not far away, and suddenly was speechless for a while.

It's really annoying, although the maids around me are well-behaved and clever, but in fact, there is no one to discuss things!

She walked quickly out of her small yard.

It's been seven years since she came here, but in the past seven years, the person in the East Pavilion of the family has been reluctant to see her for a long time.

Originally, this had nothing to do with her, just ignore it, she was an outsider, but she just took up a shell of this young lady, what's the big deal?

But the original owner's obsession is too deep, and it is blood-involved, Feng Qingqian every time he thinks of the one in the East Pavilion, his heart hurts.

She has a force, but Rao is close to all the ways she is, and she can't get a trace of news about the East Pavilion.

Feng Qing's shallow skirt walked towards the East Pavilion, and along the way, the servants at home avoided her like dung, and even looked at her with a little disdain.

Feng Qingqian didn't bother to pay attention.

These are the norm in the courtyard of the Feng family, and the details of Feng Qingqian have not been figured out so far.

But she knew that this was closely related to the disappointment of the head of the Feng family, that is, the one in the East Pavilion.

When Feng Qingqian first came, there were many maids and women who were powerful in front of her, until Feng Qingqian directly poisoned a natural brute force attendant again, and everyone gradually quieted down, but because of this incident, she also left a huge scar on her right arm and arm.

So Feng Qingqian really can't understand, what's so good about the one in the East Pavilion that makes the original owner like this, and he still can't forget it?

Feng Qingqian was very aggrieved all the way.

At the door of the East Pavilion, an ordinary-looking uncle stood at the door, seemingly waiting for Feng Qingqian.

Feng Qing looked at this scene with a shallow expressionless face, it was really familiar.

It's not good if it's not familiar, which time in the past few years has it not been like this?

This uncle is his little uncle's personal guard Mo Chen, who is in charge of all matters in the East Pavilion.

"Miss," Mo Chen held the sword in his arms with a respectful expression, "The master is unwell, please go back." ”

"Uncle Mo Chen, why is my little uncle unwell?" Feng Qingqian nodded politely at Mo Chen, which was regarded as a greeting.

This person is extraordinary, it is said that he has followed his little uncle since he was a child, and he is loyal, and he is quite polite to her.

Ordered by someone, Feng Qingqian naturally wouldn't throw his face at him.

Mo Chen glanced at Feng Qingqian in a little surprise, if it was in the past, the eldest lady would have turned her head and left, why did she ask in detail now?

He hesitated, "It's just a small mistake from the past." ”

Feng Qingqian's apricot eyes were full of autumn waves, scorching in the spring sun, "Since it's an old problem, shouldn't I go to visit my little uncle?"

Mo Chen's heart groaned, the eldest lady can't see people today, right?

"The master needs to recuperate......"

"I'm just looking to see if the little uncle is okay, why does Uncle Mo Chen stop it with all his might? Isn't something happened to the little uncle?" Feng Qingqian smiled gently.

"Eldest Miss Mo Duoxin, the master is really recuperating, and it is inconvenient to bother at this time. ”

Mo Chenmu has a face, so as not to respond to all changes.

"Uncle Mo Chen, what if I have to enter this East Pavilion today?" Feng Qingqian suddenly raised his voice, and his gentle face was suddenly replaced by Rude.

There was a trace of helplessness in Mo Chen's eyes, but more of it was fearless, "Miss, don't embarrass us as subordinates, if you really want to go in, then you can only step on the corpses of your subordinates." ”

Feng Qingqian looked at the closed courtyard gate behind Mo Chen, and behind the high wall, there was a green bamboo, standing straight and straight.

A gentleman is like a bamboo.

In my impression, her little uncle is such a person.

She guessed that the little uncle might have something unspeakable.

But after seven years of ignoring it, the original owner has suffered in this mansion, does the owner here really not know anything about it?

Feng Qingqian didn't even know how much the original owner would have suffered if he hadn't occupied this broken shell.

No matter how deep the emotion is, it will be consumed in disappointment again and again, right?

She was puzzled.

This small courtyard is like the hardest cage in the world, invulnerable.

In the calm atmosphere, Feng Qingqian could feel the secret guards lurking around.

She moved her gaze back, looked at the honest Brother Mo, and suddenly smiled, the smile was like a pool of warm water, gentle and spiritual, "Uncle Mo Chen is smiling, I'm just joking." ”

Mo Chen looked at Feng Qingqian helplessly, "Miss, don't tease your subordinates." ”

A moment of suddenness.

It's a familiar scene, it seems that it's not the first time she has teased this honest swordsman?

Maybe it's the memory of the original owner.

Feng Qingqian shook his head and didn't think about these things.

Now that the original owner has left, her feelings are attached to herself, and they are already a burden.

After taking over the mess of her little uncle, she naturally didn't want to have fun taking care of other things.

Saying goodbye to Mo Chen, Feng Qingqian returned to his courtyard.

The pink cherry blossom petals in the courtyard were scattered all over the ground, and then at the tall cherry blossom tree, the branches stretched out in the air barely, as if crying to her master about the devastation she had just suffered, strange and pitiful.

"Mu Yao!"

Feng Qing looked for the culprit in a hurry.

Why is she so relieved of this guy?!

"Sister, I'm not deaf, why are you screaming so loudly?" Mu Yao swaggered in the sun in a scarlet dress, her black and white eyes were bright, but her expression was quite disdainful, "Didn't you say follow me?"

Feng Qingqian: "......"

She knew that Mu Yao blamed herself for her own affairs, so she didn't care that she used the cherry blossoms in her courtyard to vent, but she seemed to have a little misunderstanding of someone's self-knowledge.

These cherry blossom trees were planted by herself when she first arrived, and they were raised for seven years before they bloomed, and as soon as they opened, they were all knocked down.

Feng Qingqian smiled: "Where's your face?"

Mu Yao glanced at Feng Qingqian nonchalantly, that look, that gesture, one word, "ow".

"Isn't it just flowers? It would be nice to bloom again next year. ”

She is confident that in Feng Qingqian's heart, she must be more important than that flower.

"Get out." Feng Qingqian felt that he was useless, and 'rolling' was already very polite.

Mu Yao was obviously hit, "Am I not as good as this flower?"

Feng Qingqian smiled: "Are you worthy?"