"The matter of the fourth child is not in a hurry," Mu Shenxiao's shallow eyes glanced at Ling Huhua indifferently, and the latter bowed down in interest.

Feng Qicheng's black jade-like eyes looked directly at Mu Shenxiao's eyes, and a touch of surprise crossed the feather eyelashes: "Since you came in, there has been something wrong with your look, but what happened?" ”

Mu Shenxiao's eyelashes flashed slightly, and a trace of coldness was blurred in the depths of his eyes.

"Liu Changfeng found ......"

Feng Qingcheng's eyes shrank suddenly, and a sense of foreboding arose: "Is it dead or alive?" ”

Mu Shenxiao took her hand, and his eyes fell on the ten fingers on the palm of his hand: "Is he dead or alive...... It's up to you......"

……

The afternoon after the rainstorm was even hotter, and the people at this point generally chose to take a nap, but Prince Qin chose to go into the rockery garden in the backyard with Feng Chengcheng to escape the heat.

Fortunately, the people got the news, and they didn't need to accompany them, but they were happy and leisurely, and they found a cool and secluded place for each other to take a nap.

In fact, it is a bit inappropriate to say that this huge green forest is a rockery garden, and it is more appropriate to say that it is a small hill.

Mu Shenxiao took Feng Chengcheng's hand and walked slowly in the shade, facing the breeze that was slowly sent, but there was not much summer heat.

Feng Chengcheng was a little strange about Mu Shenxiao's behavior, obviously saying that he needed her to save Liu Changfeng, but he pulled her here to escape the summer and relax.

At the end of the cobblestone path is a bamboo forest, and between the swaying bamboo branches, a bamboo house can be faintly seen.

"It was my father's favorite place back then, and he liked its quietness and elegance, and he would stay here for a while after a while."

"This is indeed a good place," Feng Chengcheng took a deep breath and felt the freshness in the air: "If you live here for a long time, you will feel that the vulgarity of the red dust is unbearable......"

Mu Shenxiao stretched out his lips noncommittally and chuckled: "My father also told me the same, he said that if you live here for a long time, you will forget some of the deceit ...... the world."

He held Feng Qingcheng's hand and trembled slightly, which made her heart tremble, and she suddenly turned her head to look at him: "What's wrong?" ”

"Originally, I also believed his words, thinking that he lived here just to relax and relieve his boredom......"

His words made Feng Tingcheng realize that things were not simple, and he couldn't help but breathe a little short: "What happened later?" ”

"I remember that year, when I was four years old, I memorized an ancient text and wanted to recite it to him, so I secretly found this place......"

His words suddenly stopped, and his eyes burned as he looked at the bamboo house in front of him.

The wind blew through the bamboo branches, making a hoarse rattling sound, which seemed to stir up the memory in his heart.

In his ink eyes, a chill gradually appeared, like a cold blade of the moon, cold and sharp.

"That day, here, I didn't just see my father, but also the man who changed my life."

When his hand mentioned that person, his palm trembled slightly: "On this day, he let me know what my father said about the so-called sinister human heart, and what I mean." ”

The bamboo house in front of me is obviously the appearance that no one has come to clean it for a long time, the stumps and broken roots everywhere, and the stumps and leaves of previous years have accumulated around, exuding the smell of decay, and a desolate color.