Xiao, Yuan, Zhu...

Xiao Yuanzhu!

Feng Qiao's eyes showed a look of surprise, she walked quickly to the incense burner, and when she opened it, she saw that half of the spices were burned inside, and there were pen, ink and paper on the small table by the window, and the entire bamboo house was clean and spotless, not at all like it had been uninhabited for months.

Feng Qiao's palms trembled slightly when he grabbed the corner of the table tightly, and shouted urgently: "Lingyue, Lingyue!!"

Lingyue was originally guarding the door, but when she heard the voice, she hurriedly walked in, and saw Feng Qiao's eyes red.

She chuckled in her heart, and hurriedly stepped forward: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"Xiao Yuanzhu is still alive... He's still alive......"

Feng Qiao's voice trembled slightly when he spoke, and when he grabbed Lingyue's sleeve, he said urgently: "Look here, this is his place, he said that no one else will know about it except him, but this incense, those pen and ink, and tea...... There are people here, Xiao Yuanzhu is still alive......"

Lingyue was shocked, and hurriedly looked into the house, and saw that the environment in the house did not look like it was uninhabited, and even traces of human life could be seen everywhere, but ...... Xiao Yuanzhu was really dead at the beginning.

Lingyue couldn't help but whispered: "Miss, this may be the person Lu Feng left to take care of the house, you saw Lu Feng bury the Eighth Prince with your own eyes, not to mention that if the Eighth Prince is still alive, how can he dare to stay in the capital, and how could Lu Feng leave him alone in Beijing?"

Feng Qiao was stunned, his face turned pale in the next moment, and his excited heart suddenly cooled down.

Yes, if Xiao Yuanzhu faked his death and lived, how could he still stay in the capital, and if he stayed, how could Lu Feng leave him alone and go to Bac Ninh alone?

Feng Qiao bit her lip tightly, and the sudden disillusionment of hope made her feel uncomfortable: "Yes... He's dead......"

Lingyue looked at Feng Qiao's obscure expression, and wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know how to speak, she still remembered that night, Feng Qiao cried in front of the ruins, that kind of Feng Qiao was something she had never seen before.

"Miss, it's so cold, can the slave go and boil some hot water for you?"

Just now, when she was below, she saw a small kitchen on the side of the bamboo house, presumably there should be firewood there.

Feng Qiao looked at the room and shook his head, and said in a low voice, "No need." ”

"Miss?"

"I just came to see it, and now that I've seen it, let's go. ”

Lingyue wanted to ask Feng Qiao if she didn't want to see who the person living in this bamboo house was, but before she could speak, Feng Qiao had already turned around and walked towards the door, so she could only hurriedly follow.

As soon as the two of them went out of the house and were about to leave, there were suddenly some small footsteps behind the bamboo house, followed by a sound of surprise, followed by the girl's delicate and delicate voice with doubts.

"Who are you, what are you doing here?"

Feng Qiao trembled at first when he heard this voice, then suddenly turned around, and saw the little girl holding a bamboo basket standing behind him.

The girl was seven or eight years old, dressed in the simplest of green coats, with long hair braided and hanging down her shoulders, a somewhat funny hat on her head, and her face and hands were red from the cold.

She tilted her head to look at the two people in front of her, her big black and white eyes were full of curiosity, and then she pointed at Feng Qiao with some surprise and said, "Hey, why are you crying?"

Lingyue turned her head sideways, and saw Feng Qiao beside her in tears, she suddenly panicked, and just wanted to ask what was wrong, who knew that she saw Feng Qiao step forward quickly, and directly hugged the little girl in front of her in her arms, crying: "Xi'er......"

Wan Huan was hugged into Feng Qiao's arms, and she was so frightened that the basket in her hand fell to the ground, her face was full of panic, and she wanted to push away Feng Qiao who was holding her, but after struggling twice, she heard a suppressed cry in her ears, and her neck was even wetted with tears.

She was so frightened that she was at a loss: "You, you recognize the wrong person, I'm not called Xi'er, I'm Huan." ”

Seeing that the person in front of her was still hugging her and crying in a low voice, the sadness in her voice made her heart feel stuffy, Duan Huan hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out her cold red hand and hugged Feng Qiao back, and then patted her back and said softly: "Sister is thinking about Xi'er, don't be sad, Duan Huan can sing to you..."

The little girl patted Feng Qiao's back one by one, humming a small tune in her mouth, and the words carried the soft words of Wu Nong, which was unique to the south, like a spring breeze, blowing into people's hearts one by one.

Ge Qian stood in front of the stone path not far away, looking at this side and widening his eyes, the little girl who was singing was clearly Feng Xi who had died in the fire of the Feng family a long time ago.

She's still alive?

When Lingyue followed Feng Qiao, the matter of the Feng family had been decided, but she had also heard Qu'er and Hong Aya mention the things of the Feng family in the past, and knew that Feng Qiao once had a sister named Feng Xi, at this time listening to Feng Qiao calling the little girl Xi'er, she knew who the person in front of her was, but she was puzzled, if the person in front of her was really Feng Xi, then why was she here, how did she escape the fire in the first place, and what about the rest of the Feng family?

Feng Qiao hugged Duan Huan and cried for a long time, and only after calming down did he be taken into the bamboo house again by Duan Huan.

The little girl was very familiar with everything in the room, she took off the hat on her head, and went to pour a glass of water for Feng Qiao, and then poured a glass of warm water for herself, drank it "grunt", and then reached out to cover her ears that were red from the cold.

"How do you know this place, the big brother said that this is his place, and no one else can find it, are you friends with the big brother?"

Feng Qiao vaguely guessed who the big brother in Duan Huan's mouth was, and couldn't help asking, "What do you say about the big brother, what does it look like?"

Duan Huan tilted his head and thought for a while: "He's very good-looking, the bridge of his nose is very straight, his eyes are very beautiful, and when he laughs, he seems to be full of stars." As she spoke, she suddenly seemed to have discovered something, stretched out her hand and gestured in the air to block the lower half of Feng Qiao's face, and wondered: "My sister's eyes are like my big brother's eyes, do you know each other?"

Feng Qiao's eyes were sour, and she almost burst into tears, she quickly lowered her eyes and suppressed the sourness in her eyes, and said in a low voice: "Well, we know each other." ”

Huan Huan was overjoyed when he heard this: "Then do you know where the eldest brother has gone, he hasn't come to see me for a long time." ”

Feng Qiao's heart was very astringent, she didn't know how to tell her that Xiao Yuanzhu was no longer there, so she could only whisper: "He went to a far away place for treatment, and he won't come back for the time being." ”

Wan Huan hung his head in disappointment: "That's it." ”

Seeing her frustrated, Feng Qiao couldn't help but reach out and touch her hair: "What about you, have you always lived here, and is there anyone else with you?"