Cang Ling snorted coldly, and when he lowered his eyes, he actually put away his sword, and glanced at him with eyes like water, "Since this is the case, then I will borrow you for a day and send it back to my mansion tomorrow!"

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What did he mean by that? Did he mean that he had promised to lend him the scroll?

"You ......"

"What's the matter, don't want it?" Cang Ling hooked his lips slightly and smiled suddenly.

It's not that he doesn't want to borrow, but this painting shaft is important, and he also knows the character of the wind and fluttering, and he is quite rebellious and unruly, and occasionally he will be a little bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, if he stays on weekdays, he will immediately return the thing when he repeats the second sentence, and this persistence must really have something important to do.

Feng Fushang's eyes were slightly stunned, as if he didn't know how to answer.

"Zhi'er, remember to go back quickly after playing, don't teach your mother to worry. Cang Ling lowered his eyes and looked at Zizhi and asked.

Zizhi was still in the posture of opening her arms to protect the wind at this time, and she was a little stunned when she heard his words.

Because she didn't expect her father to lend the scroll to Feng Fushang so easily, but what he told her should be that she could stay here now.

"What about you, Daddy?" she raised her little head to look at his tall frame.

"I'll go back first. He said lightly.

Maybe it's because of the quarrel with his mother, today's father looks a little haggard.

When she returns to the Heavenly Maiden Palace tomorrow, she must persuade her mother well, and don't be angry with her father again!

After Cang Ling left, Feng Fushang held the painting scroll in his hand tightly, and then hurriedly walked back to the dormitory.

The questions he had thought about before could be asked or not, but there was one thing that he could only know by drawing a scroll.

Zizhi has never regarded himself as an outsider, and when he saw Feng Fushang entering the door, he quickly followed him, like a little heel.

Feng Fushang turned around and closed the door, and when he saw the little thing that followed, he suddenly showed a puzzled look on his face.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Zizhi said indifferently: "I helped you ask your father for leniency, of course I also have the right to use the painting scroll!"

"You?" Feng Fusheng's eyebrows curled slightly, revealing an uninhibited smile.

"What do you little kid have to ask!" he said, gesturing to close the door.

But as soon as the wooden door was closed, it was gently pushed open by a slender hand, after all, the wooden door had just been accidentally kicked by Cangling, and it was crumbling at the moment, and it didn't play any role.

"Xiang'er, what are you doing so stingy? This thing is indeed Zizhi asking for you, I really see it in my eyes!" Feng Suyu, who was just sitting on the roof watching the excitement, suddenly jumped down, pushed open his door and pushed Zizhi in.

Feng Fushang raised his eyes and saw that the two people standing at the door just sneered.

This old and young, singing and harmonizing is really tacit!

Zizhi laughed twice, and hurriedly rushed over to help him plop the scroll on the table, and took a pen to teach him how to use it.

"Aunt Jin Kite said that she had to write, and she would know the answer by writing on it. She said to him very seriously.

Feng Fushang glanced at her, snatched the pen and said angrily: "I know!

It's not a three-year-old child, can he still not know how to use this thing?

Zizhi was fiercely stuck out his tongue and shrunk to the side.

"Brother, what do you want to ask?"

Seeing the wind floating and lifting the pen, Zizhi cheekily leaned over to see what he wrote.

Feng Fushang suddenly became a little impatient.

"Can you be quiet for a while? What does it have to do with you, I ask, go to the side!" he said, and directly grabbed her neck and threw her into the arms of Feng Suyu, who was lying leisurely on the chaise longue.

Feng Suyu caught her lightly, for fear that she would fall in case she fell.

Feng Fushang hurriedly lowered his head and wrote the question he wanted to ask on the scroll, but after a while, the scroll gave the answer, and when he saw the answer, his face was a little pale, his eyes stared at the answer for a long time, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a trace of fine sweat lingering on the tip of his nose.

"What the hell is he asking?" Azusa was curious, what question would Feng Fushang ask, and why did he have this expression when he saw the answer?

"He's supposed to be asking a very intimate question. Feng Suyu gently stroked Zizhi's small bun with one hand, and supported her head with one hand as if she was smiling.

Zizhi didn't understand his words, just tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously, "What is a private question?"

Feng Suyu smiled lightly, and her beautiful face instantly seemed to be like a blooming flower.

"This intimate question is not known. ”

Zizhi pouted and thought about it, feeling that the question she was going to ask next should be considered private, after all, it seems that this kind of thing can't be told casually by her father and mother.

She raised her head and looked towards Feng Fusheng, only to see that he suddenly picked up the pen again and wrote something on the scroll, but this time, his expression when he saw the answer was obviously much better than just now, faintly, as if a little delighted.

Could it be that he saw something to be happy about?

"Shang'er, you won't be asking about that thing called Yingshu. Feng Suyu casually played with Zizhi's bun, and said in a light and tasteless tone.

Although it seemed to be mentioned inadvertently, Azusa Zhi clearly saw it, and when the name was mentioned, Feng Fusheng's hand paused.

"Brother Suyu, who is this named Yingshu?" Zizhi had an ominous premonition, this name sounded like a woman, didn't she have a lover before Feng Fushang?!

Feng Suyu hooked her lips, but smiled silently.

Zizhi is in a hurry, this is a very important thing!

"Feng Suyu, if you have nothing to do, go back to your house, if you don't mind, take this little thing with you!" Feng Fushang said in a cold voice without raising his head.

Feng Suyu didn't care, "What's the matter? When I said that you wanted to borrow the painting scroll, I knew that what you had to ask was where that Yingshu went, right?"

His eyes were narrow and long, his eyes were like smoke, and he had a kind of ecstasy when he was slightly raised.

Feng Fushang felt that he had finished asking all the questions he should ask, and naturally there was no need to keep the painting scroll, so he rolled it up, held it in his hand, and then walked to the chaise longue and threw it on it.

"I'm done with it, if you want to play, play it yourself, and bring it back to your dad when you're done, don't lose it then, your dad blames me." He said word by word with half-squinted eyes, and then turned straight away.

In an instant, only she and Feng Suyu were left in the dormitory.