The light and shadow of the oil lamp in the kitchen were dim, and the man in the crack of the door looked back with a smile, the light hit his eyes, which had always been calm and slightly cold, were as warm as jade at the moment, like a jade chess piece soaked in the sparkling water. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Zhiwei leaned against the door frame, stunned.

There was a thin layer of night dew around her, and her fine eyelashes were condensed with clear water, making her eyes more and more misty, making it impossible to see what kind of thoughts were surging behind the light.

Ning Yi looked at her like this and smiled.

A smile is like a graceful bloom in a dim halo.

He lost the thing in his hand, walked over, pulled the door panel, leaned over to look at her with a smile, and said, "What? Stunned? ”

I scraped the nose of someone who was still stupid there.

Feng Zhi itched the tip of her nose slightly, sneezed with a "sneeze", and a burst of white mist rose in front of her, her eyes widened, she rubbed her nose, and found that she had a hand of flour.

Looking at Ning Yi again, his hands were full of flour, and even the door panel he was holding just now left white five-finger prints.

Feng Zhiwei's eyes moved up along the white finger prints, looking at Ning Yi, whose sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hands were full of flour, and even his eyebrows were stained with a little flour at some point, looking at the habitual slight raising of his eyebrows that he didn't know about, the little white stool on the eyebrows fell and fell on the black eyebrows, the more he looked at it, the more he felt fresh, the more he looked at it, the more funny he felt, and he felt that it looked much cuter than someone who was usually condensed and deep, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Laughing at what?" Ning Yi leaned on the door frame and asked her idly, and he didn't shoot the flour on his hand, but he aimed at her with bad intentions, as if he was looking at where to print a handprint, Feng Zhiwei took two steps back vigilantly, and then raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I laugh at the king of Chu **** Mandijing, if you let your pink confidants see you like this, I don't know what the expression will be." ”

"They won't see me like that." Ning Yi smiled, trying to use Bai Huahua's hand to habitually stroke Feng Zhiwei's sideburns, but Feng Zhiwei jumped away vigilantly, so he had to let go helplessly, "My appearance, the whole world, will only be seen by you." ”

Feng Zhiwei said "Hmm": "Also, this appearance is really detrimental to His Royal Highness's stunning demeanor, just give Weichen a look, don't frighten the beauty." ”

After saying this, he felt that it was wrong, and sure enough, the guy who reacted very quickly immediately laughed and said like a fox: "I seem to smell a strong smell of vinegar?" ”

"Did the cook knock over the vinegar bottle?" Feng Zhiwei was afraid that he would be entangled in this problem, so he squeezed past him, and saw a few dough on the board, a basket of fresh vine and dill that had been chopped, and a few small bowls of lard, clear oil, salt, sugar, etc., the cook stood aside with a smile, but it was not the cook in his own house, presumably Ning Yi was not worried about his side, so he simply brought the cook.

"You're back too early." Ning Yi stood behind her, waved his hand to signal the cook to step back, and said regretfully, "I was originally going to bring you freshly baked vine radish cakes as soon as you come back, but now Marquis Wei will have to wait for a while before he can eat the small delicacies." ”

"Come on, you." Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but smile again, "Don't put gold on your face, a big man who doesn't touch the spring water with ten fingers, what can he do with vine radish cakes?" This thing seems simple, and it's not that easy to make, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it until tomorrow morning. ”

"Where do you get so much to talk about?" Ning Yi didn't argue with her, and pressed her to sit on the edge of the table, "Just watch." ”

Feng Zhiwei sat at the table with a smile, watching the golden and precious Chef Ning standing in front of the board, kneading the dough in a similar manner, feeling that his kneading posture was wrong, and he was very worried that he would end up eating a ball of dead gnocchi, so he stood up and said, "I'll come, see how you are not used to doing this." ”

"I'm used to what I do for you." Ning Yi didn't let it, and slapped the dough on the board with a lot of trouble, Feng Zhiwei was helpless, so he had to let him play, see that although he was unfamiliar but had good steps to knead the dough and roll the dough with radish lard, the more he did it, the more skilled he became, the dough sheets were still large and small at the beginning, and gradually became very uniform, he was really a very smart person, and he was very beautiful in everything he did, and finally the noodles flew out continuously, each of which was the same size, and fell in turn like snowflakes on the board, and he shuttled his busy slender fingers, so he fluctuated and swayed a beautiful rhythm, It's like an amazing dance.

Obviously, Ning Yi must have asked about the practice of rattan radish cake in advance, and in my impression, my mother did the same back then.

Feng Zhiwei sat at the table, propped his head, and quietly watched Ning Yi's back busy in front of the board, the water in the pot was boiling, Ning Yi picked up the lid of the pot, and a large cloud of white water vapor rushed out, intertwined with the faint light of the oil lamp, fainting a light moon-like yellow, covering Ning Yi's figure, and also covering Feng Zhiwei's eyes half-hidden behind his fingers.

Her eyes gradually shone with something like moisture, swaying slightly...... The white water vapor wandered, like a layer of thick clouds separating the heavens and the world, the figure revealed in the thick clouds was straight and slender, and her shoulders were thin like a knife, she opened the lid of the pot against the hot air, looked at the water, and ordered without looking back: "Wei'er, the water is boiling, put the steamer up." ”

"Hmm...... Mother. In the floating clouds, Feng Zhi was in a slight trance, and muttered in a low voice.

"What are you talking about?" On the other side of the water vapor, the voice in reality passed through, instantly shattering her illusion.

Ning Yi was half-hidden in the white steam, looking back a little puzzled.

Feng Zhi blinked slightly, and his misty eyes flashed for a moment, and then he smiled: "I said, it's so fragrant." ”

"Incense what?" Ning Yi turned to look at her funny, "The water has just been boiled, the cake has just been steamed, you just tell me the fragrance?" ”

Feng Zhiwei leaned back in the chair, looked at him with a smile on his chest, and did not speak.

With such soft eyes, Ning Yi's heart was also soft, and she only felt that there seemed to be something warm in her cold internal organs, stretching out softly in her limbs, and where she went, spring buds bloomed.

He stared at her autumn eyes, couldn't help but lower his head, leaned lightly on her forehead, and said, "Zhiwei, you are also very fragrant......"

Feng Zhi chuckled slightly, reached out to push him, Ning Yi held the back of her chair with both hands, refused, closed her eyes and let her lips wander on her forehead, and gradually whezed in her voice, "...... Let me eat you too......"

Feng Zhiwei let out an "ah" and hurriedly leaned back, but Ning Yi had already let go of her, reached out and tightened the back of her chair, preventing her from falling down because she leaned back too strongly, and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of?" I'm afraid I'm here...... Well...... Ugh. ”

Feng Zhiwei kicked him.

"It's really the most ruthless." Ning Yi dusted off the big footprints on his robe and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not in such a hurry, what is this?" ”

He turned to look at the steamer, and suddenly turned around halfway through, leaned against the board, and said: "Zhiwei, even if you know in your heart that some things are delusional, or you will laugh at them as delusional, but I also want to tell you that what I really hope for is that Ming Media is marrying a flower candle in the cave room, and I have a promise to never leave for a lifetime, I have 10,000 ways to get your people, but I would rather use the 10,000th and 1st way to get your heart." ”

Feng Zhi was slightly shocked, lowered his head and said nothing, and did not ask what the ten thousand and one methods were.

Ning Yi didn't expect her to answer, so he said this lightly, and then turned around to look at the steamer.

The kitchen was silent, Feng Zhiwei covered her face with her hands, and pondered on the oil lamp with a half-biased face, her face was very calm, but there was something in her eyes that was constantly surging, like the waves on the polar coast, which were constantly lapping on the shore, one after another, stubbornly struggling in advance and retreat.

Ning Yi turned his back to her, he couldn't see her expression in the vapor, and he didn't plan to look at it, Feng Zhiwei was the most cloudy woman in the world, and he already knew it.

Let her live like that, because once she opens herself completely, she will be disturbed and frightened.

It was his fulfillment of her.

He is willing to accompany her to be a man and woman who walks in this red dust mist, guiding the way with the feeling of his heart, and he believes that as long as he insists on reaching out his hand, one day he will touch her fingertips.

The water vapor gurgled and rattled, he opened the pot, probed it, and smiled, "Okay." ”

Then he turned his head and ordered her to stand up, "Don't move, my Marquis Wei, let the little one wait for you to the end today." ”

Feng Zhiwei couldn't help laughing, shook his head, took the initiative to place two pairs of dishes and chopsticks, and said with a smile: "Yes, Weichen sacrificed his life to accompany His Highness today." ”

"Come on." Ning Yi rolled up his sleeves high, took out the steamer from the steamer, quickly brought it up, snapped it down, and blew his fingers with a sigh.

"Don't even know about the pads?" Feng Zhiwei was about to pick it up, he had already brought his eyebrows to it, looked at his hot red fingers, couldn't help frowning and complaining gently, and said, "Wipe some honey locusts, or bubble in the water." ”

"I think you're getting better faster." Ning Yi put his finger in front of her, raised an eyebrow, and looked at her with a smile.

This man will always take advantage of the opportunity...... Feng Zhiwei had the intention not to let him succeed, but seeing that his fingers were really hot and shiny, he couldn't bear it, so he had to go up and blow it gently.

As soon as she got up, Ning Yi raised her finger and wiped it on her lips, Feng Zhiwei only felt a burning heat pass over her lips, and she stepped back in shock, her face was already slightly red.

Ning Yi smiled but was very satisfied, "Hmm...... Lip therapy, sure enough, it doesn't hurt. ”

Feng Zhiwei ignored him, the best way to deal with **** was to when the **** didn't exist, she dragged the steamer, took out the vine radish cake, and put three pieces on each plate.

Look at the cake, soft and reddish, with the fragrance of vine carrot, it looks really similar to the vine cake back then, Ning Yi, a noble man who has never been in the kitchen, actually has this result for the first time, Feng Zhiwei is ashamed of himself.

Staring at the cake for a long time, Feng Zhiwei didn't move the chopsticks, her eyes were complicated, but a pair of chopsticks stretched out and gently helped her tear the cake, and the soaring vine fragrance rushed out, instantly rushing her face, hot and dense, just like back then.

"It's so beautiful, stunned?" Ning Yi's low laughter rang in his ears, "It's a pity that no matter how you look at it, you can't eat it with your eyes." ”

"Your Highness's first handmade delicacies." Feng Zhi picked it up slowly, "I think it's necessary to treasure it and offer it high." ”

"What you need to treasure is only the chef himself." Ning Yi spoke in a low voice, blowing on her earlobe, "As for the cake, there will be a long time and many opportunities, waiting for me to make it for you." ”

The corners of Feng Zhiwei's lips curled slightly, and he didn't speak, but took a bite of the cake gently.

It is still fragrant and soft, Ning Yi's martial arts are good, the kneading is powerful, the dough cake is flexible and strong, this alone is better than the dough cake of the mother's year, but the salt is not counted, it is heavier, which affects the fragrant taste of the vine cake a little.

She laughed and said, "It's delicious." ”

"Really?" Ning Yi also tasted it, and said with a sigh, "So this is the vine cake?" So that's what I made myself? ”

"How?" Feng Zhi asked him with a smile.

"What do you think?" Ning Yi didn't answer the rhetorical question.

This person is this character, he is used to hiding, and he refuses to say anything well, Feng Zhi sighed slightly, and said softly: "The real taste is not in the tongue, but in the heart." Heartless, the top delicacies are also tasteless, there is a heart, and the cabbage steamed buns also have a sweet aftertaste. ”

Ning Yi smiled and ate the cake slowly.

The two of them ate cakes silently in the warm and dense heat of the room, eating the taste and the mood.

Ban Yan Feng Zhiwei stretched out his hand, wiped Ning Yi's floured eyebrows and cheeks with his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Look at what has become of this, at first glance I thought you had white eyebrows." ”

"I hope." Ning Yi let her wipe it, leaned on the back of the chair and closed her eyes, not moving, and her tone was leisurely, "This scene is not now, it is many years later, I with white eyebrows, I am making cakes for you, and then we will eat at the same table, you wipe my sweat and tell me, old man, I am tired of eating cakes, and Ming'er wants to eat dried bamboo shoots and roasted chicken." ”

Feng Zhi smiled slightly, but stopped halfway through the laugh.

Ning Yi opened his eyes and looked at her.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Ban Yu Feng Zhi said slowly: "Well......"

Ning Yi's eyes lit up.

“…… I'm tired of eating the cake...... I'm going to sleep. Feng Zhiwei was willing to follow his script.

Ning Yi sighed and said, "It's a little worse, it's just that the back is wrong, the first three words, the most important, why did they leak?" ”

"What three words?" Feng Zhi looked at him slightly blankly and ignorantly, "It's dark?" Full? I am tired? Are you tired? ”

Smiling, Ning Yi didn't bother to deal with this bad woman, pulled her over, and gently pressed her shoulder, "Zhiwei, I still remember that year, you told me that you should be a simple woman, with the simplest man and the simplest life, a cottage, a few acres of fertile land, and a suitable simple person, stand up for you when you are humiliated, cut people when you are betrayed, slowly coax you to the fire with you when you are disappointed, scold you impatiently when you are injured and cry, and then hug you and let you cry...... Maybe I'm not simple enough, maybe I won't use a knife to cut people, but you see, I will shield you from the wind and rain, I don't cut people, I will be yin, I like to share a room with you, as long as you want I can coax you ****, I'm afraid that you will think I am noisy, when you are injured and crying, I don't think you will let me see it, but if I really see it, I will never scold you impatiently, whoever makes you cry I let someone die, and then let that person cry before he dies...... Zhiwei, I don't meet your conditions, I can't do what you ask, but don't you think that such a me may be more suitable for such a you? ”

A long paragraph, with a leisurely tone, like a midnight wind hovering in his ears, facing Ning Yi's Feng Zhiwei sideways, his shoulders trembled in silence.

Her slightly trembling thin shoulders, butterfly wings, this rare delicate posture, looking at the bottom of people's eyes, a faint pity will give birth to a slight coldness.

Ning Yi's fingers did not move away, and rested on the tip of the butterfly's wings in a gentle posture that did not add strength.

No matter how strong a woman is, there will be an untouchable fragility and softness in her heart, and at this moment, he seems to hear the small and long tossing and turning sigh in her heart.

He chuckled softly.

Everything that should be said has been said, and she can see what she cherishes, and he is willing to give her time.

"It's not early." He swept her slightly messy hair, "I have to get up early tomorrow morning and travel far away, so I can rest early." ”

There is a saying in the bottom of my heart, which cannot be spoken, and only when no one is around, can I raise a glass and wish it.

Feng Zhiwei turned around slowly and smiled, "The affairs of the palace are complicated, you have other errands, it must be very hard, pay attention to your body." ”

Ning Yi said "um" and said: "Although the Ministry of War is the old seven pipes, I will find a way to send a group of middle school students from Qingming who are about to be awarded officials to the first line of Longbei in the South China Sea of southern Fujian as much as possible, and it will be more convenient for you when the time comes, in addition, the northern Xinjiang side has just won a victory, the most recent battle Tiansheng victory, Jin Siyu soldiers retreated a hundred miles, and gave up the original occupation of my Tiansheng territory, it is said that the Dayue Palace has gone wrong, maybe the throne has changed, Jin Siyu has no intention of fighting, it seems that he is ready to lead the troops back to Beijing to grab the throne, this big victory, Chun Yu Meng, Yao Yangyu, they will all go back to Beijing to talk about their work, and I will let them help you then. ”

"Chun Yu Xiaoyao has made meritorious service?" Feng Zhiwei raised his eyebrows and smiled, "No need, there are poor mountains and bad water in southern Fujian, and there is no oil and water to be an official there, for my short trip, let them stay there for at least a few years?" They have to stay there when I'm gone, and that's unkind. ”

"I think they're willing." Ning Yi said lightly, "When you talk about your reputation in the minds of Qingming and the people of the world, I'm afraid that you have already surpassed me." ”

Feng Zhiwei turned to look at him, but Ning Yi was not abnormal, "The times create heroes, scholars and people need people like you as leaders, this position is not suitable for me, Zhiwei, you can go." ”

Feng Zhi lowered his eyes slightly, who in this world is as clear as a mirror? I can see all the thoughts that are hidden behind the thick fog, but I am standing far away, daring to let go of everything.

"Go and rest, I see you're tired." She pushed him.

Ning Yi snorted, let go gently, put down the sleeves rolled up high, but pinched her fingertips at the bottom of the sleeves, his fingers were warm, with the smooth touch of flour, and the familiar fragrance of the sleeves between the rubbing, Feng Zhi lowered his eyes slightly, and the cold fingertips were gradually warmed, and in the warm touch, there seemed to be a fine electric light passing through the body, shaking out a slight tremble.

She has been sitting without moving, watching Ning Yi open the door and go out, her back disappearing into the darker and darker night, the warm mist in the kitchen gradually condensed, faintly like frost on the glass, adhered to the table, a touch of crystal water vapor, exuding a faint coldness, she slowly stretched out her fingers, unconsciously drawing something on the table, but when she was about to finish painting, her body suddenly trembled, and she retracted her fingers.

After a long time, she stood up, the warm mist had dissipated, and the kitchen became more and more empty and cold, she slowly cleaned up the already cold cakes, carefully wrapped them in mulberry linen paper, and prepared to take them on the road tomorrow to eat.

The cake in the paper bag exuded a faint vine fragrance, and she remembered that for so many years in that aroma, eating vine cake was actually a fixed day.

Every year today.

Her birthday.

A real birthday.

Only on that day, the mother will not be afraid of the trouble of picking vines, a big bag can make cakes only part of the shoots, a little bit of cleaning, kneading and rolling dough, lard has to go to the big kitchen to beg, they have always been conscious and self-respecting people, once a year, she agreed with the mother to pay the snobbish mother-in-law in the kitchen to pay for the smile, because she knows that if she does not let the mother do this, the mother will feel that she is disappointed, she does not want the mother to accompany her through such days with a bad mood.

In those years, I didn't know why my birthday was different from what my mother claimed, and I didn't know why I always had to celebrate my birthday secretly, she asked, but my mother didn't answer, just stroked her head with a little sadness, and said softly: "Zhiwei, one day you will understand." ”

Now she understood, but it was too late.

After the heavy snowfall that year, she thought that she would not eat rattan cakes again on any birthday, nor did she plan to make them for herself, and that some things would pass in the past, bury them deeply, dig them out, but they would only tear off old wounds in vain.

Unexpectedly, tonight, with an unintentional mention, she encountered another touch of vine fragrance.

Feng Zhiwei pressed his hand on the board, feeling the bone-chilling coldness, and his eyes were full of broken light, with a slight question.

Is this rattan cake tonight a coincidence, or is it a ......

She closed her eyes and sighed.

Turning the other direction, her frosty eyes shrouded the imperial temple, where there were two suspicious women, under the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, plotting Sen Leng's plan.

There, the newborn son of a dynasty is being conceived, waiting to be held out at the most opportune time, smashing the battle for the throne of the royal family tree that wants to be quiet and windy.

She pondered, picked up the paper bag, closed the kitchen door, and slowly walked to the backyard to sit down by the well that led directly to the palace of the king of Chu.

The well water is clear, reflecting the hazy moon tonight, and the shadows of the trees on all sides are like countless pairs of fingers that are unable to stretch their grip.

She sat on the edge of the well platform, and looked at the moon for a long time, until she saw through the moonlight, shattered into the sun, and painted the morning light on the horizon.

At dawn, she slowly got up and left the well with a coat of dew.

The well platform was silent, as if it was going to be silent forever, and remembered the silence of this ****.

The morning sun shot like broken gold and shot on the well platform.

There, in a not-so-inconspicuous corner, there were two thin characters, which looked like they had used internal force to strangle the bluestone along the well with their nails.

"Imperial Temple."

==

At dawn, the carriages and horses in the front yard were ready, and one big and one small were already waiting for her at the door in high spirits.

Feng Zhiwei reluctantly cleaned herself up, thinking that she should have covered up the haggard **** who didn't sleep, and didn't want Gu Nanyi to say as soon as she saw her: "I didn't sleep." ”

Feng Zhi smirked slightly, and looked at him left and right, "Have you brought all the things?" Gu knows the big pillow that is necessary for sleeping every night......"

Something hit her leg, and when she looked back, the little lady of the Gu family bent her left arm with a big pillow, and her right arm bent with a cage, the cage couldn't move, dragged on the ground, and there were her two monkeys on her shoulders, and the whole person was like a rampaging mobile stroller, crashing into the servants on all sides to avoid.

Feng Zhiwei squatted down, the cage was very delicate, but there was nothing inside, what was this girl, what was the cage on her back for?

She sincerely asked Miss Gu, and Miss Gu gave her a big look and said slowly: "I heard that there are a lot of fun things over there." ”

Feng Zhiwei suddenly realized, and dared to love the little lady of the Gu family heard that there were many rare and exotic beasts in the line of Xiliang in southern Fujian, and this was ready to catch a pair of golden pen monkeys to strengthen the pet team.

"Then you don't need to bring a cage from here......" Feng Zhiwei taught earnestly, thinking that if this thing appeared in the imperial court team that sent Xiliang, people would misunderstand her walking birds and lackeys.

The little lady of the Gu family didn't say a word, and snapped the base of the cage one by one.

"Bang."

With a muffled sound, the top of the cage woven with golden silk and bamboo strips suddenly spread out, and several originally curved strips bounced up, and the tips of the strips were as sharp as arrows, piercing Feng Zhiwei's eyes!

Feng Zhiwei was bent down to ask, very close to the cage, she never thought that the cage of this child who was less than three years old was actually a murderous weapon, and she was shocked that the strip was already close!

"Bang."

A hand suddenly stretched over, and Feng Zhiwei was picked up, and then with a flick of his fingers, the strip turned into blue-green powder in mid-air and fell to the ground.

Gu Nanyi didn't stop after doing these two actions, and with a wave of his sleeve, the cage in Gu Zhiyi's hand immediately flew out and hit the wall and cracked.

Gu Zhizhi was already stunned, and when he saw the cage being damaged, he screamed and pounced, picked up the cage, and looked back with a crying voice, "I pestered the fourth child for seven days!" Compensate me! ”

She pounced over, not towards Gu Nanyi, who smashed her cage, but towards Feng Zhiwei, "Compensate me, compensate me!" ”

Feng Zhiwei grabbed her, raised his head and smiled bitterly at the sky, sure enough, even the child knew how to pick up soft persimmons and pinch them.

Seeing Gu Zhixiao crying with snot and tears on her face full of embarrassment, it seems that this cage did cost her a lot of effort, Feng Zhiwei's eyes swept over the shattered strips on the ground, she didn't think that Gu Zhixiao's big child would be so vicious as to use this thing to attack her, she also stayed there when the strip shot out just now, she must not have expected the machine spring to be so strong, there is nothing wrong with the child thinking about it like this, and he was about to turn around and persuade Gu Nanyi, he looked very unhappy, and his breath was much colder.

Before she could speak, Gu Nanyi had already come over, and as soon as she raised her hand, she pulled Gu Zhizhi out of her hand and slammed it to the wall.

His gesture was definitely not light, so that when Gu Zhixiao fell, a puff of smoke and dust rose from the ground, and Feng Zhiwei suspected that the little girl's feet would be numb.

Gu Zhizhi shrank in shock, tears instantly forced back, looked up at him blankly, and didn't dare to cry coquettishly now.

"You stay." Young Master Gu was concise and to the point, turned around and left.

Feng Zhiwei didn't look good, the young master was angry, the young master was angry and it was hard to say what would happen, she had to take care of the others, thinking about Gu Zhixiao's temperament, it was not a bad thing to stay, anyway, Zong Chen would take care of her, so he had to say "take care of Miss" and followed.

"Don't—"

With a scream, Gu Zhiyi threw away the big pillow that her beloved was not allowed to be touched by others, and with a flick, she jumped on Gu Nanyi's shoulder, Gu Nanyi's shoulder shook, Gu Zhiyi's difference was thousands of miles, and it fell down in a flash, and Feng Zhiwei, who was still behind, hurriedly caught it.

Gu Nanyi didn't look back, he got into the car by himself, lowered the curtain with a wave of his hand, and said, "Take care of her." Two maidservants stepped forward to stop Gu Zhixiao.

The coachman raised his whip and looked at everyone in embarrassment, not knowing whether the whip would fall or not, Gu Zhi's eyes were blue, and he saw that the carriage was about to drive away, and suddenly lowered his head and bit the handmaid on her hand.

The maid let go with a sigh of relief, and Gu Zhizhi had already rushed out and climbed onto the wheel.

A hand stretched out from the curtain and gently pulled her down.

Gu Zhi rolled on the ground, got up from the mud and dust, and climbed again.

Gu Nanyi dialed again.

Gu knew that he rolled down, slammed into the wheel, and immediately had a big bag on his forehead, but he didn't cry or make trouble, and while touching his head, he climbed again.

Gu Nanyi dialed again.

Everyone stayed there to see the iron-hearted father and daughter arguing in public for the first time, and even the dispute was different, silent and stubborn, each showing their own stubbornness, which was shocking.

Feng Zhi was slightly stunned, she knew that Gu Nanyi was a very stubborn person, but she also knew that Gu Nanyi loved and valued this adopted daughter, and many times knowing was more important than himself, she never expected that just because she knew that he almost injured her by mistake, he would be able to treat his heart and liver like this.

"Nanyi-" She couldn't stand it, so she suddenly made a move and grabbed Gu Nanyi's hand waved out for the seventh time, "Don't be like this, she's still a child." ”

Gu Nanyi also pushed her hand away.

"Hurt you, don't forgive." He spat out simply and decisively, "Whoever it is." ”

Gu Zhizhi, who got up from the dust for the seventh time, suddenly paused.

She looked up, raised her little face full of dust and tears, looked at the corner of the veil that shone through the light and shadow of the curtain, and suddenly stopped climbing the wheels.

She staggered over to the wheels, hugged them, and lay down.

There was a gasp from all sides.

The crowd stared at the resolute three-year-old, who had placed her body in front of the wheels, and if the carriage took a step forward, it would have to run over her.

The coachman jumped out of the car in a panic and reined in the horse, for fear that if the horse accidentally took a step, it would roll over the little body.

Feng Zhiwei looked at the child silently, of course it was easy for her to pull Gu Zhizhi out, her little strength couldn't threaten anyone, but what was really terrifying was the determination and murderous aura shown by this child - if you don't take me, I will die.

If you really want to leave her, you will face tragic consequences.

"Nanyi." She took a deep breath and patted his hand, "I know that it wasn't intentional, I'll tell her well, I can't delay any longer, I'll lose my head if I miss the hour." ”

Gu Nanyi was silent in the shadow behind the curtain, and he said dryly for a while: "Gu knows." ”

Feng Zhiwei thought that Gu Zhizhi would insist on lying under the wheels, but she didn't want her to get up when she heard Gu Nanyi's voice, obediently walked to the car door, and lowered her head to listen.

Gu Nanyi lifted the curtain and pointed at Feng Zhiwei.

"I'm hers." He said, "You're hers too, either, protect with your life, or, leave me." ”

Feng Zhiwei wanted to laugh, thinking that it was too much to ask a three-year-old child to protect himself with his life, but after that moment of absurdity, she suddenly felt sad.

Gu Zhiwei listened very carefully, and then turned his head to look at Feng Zhiwei, the child's clear eyes shot over without concealment, Feng Zhiwei felt for the first time that this proud, stubborn and indifferent and noble child put her into his eyes.

After a while, Gu Zhi said slowly: "Cheng." ”

Gu Nanyi was silent for a moment, picked Gu Zhizhi up, the child burst into tears and laughed, hugged his neck tightly, put his little face full of mud and dust next to his veil, and whispered: "There is a bag, you rub it for me." ”

Young Master Gu didn't move, and Feng Zhiwei immediately lowered the curtain.

Let the young master quietly sell his baby in the car.

As the carriage drove away, Gu Zhizhi poked his head out of the carriage and said loudly: "The cage is picked up, I still have to repair it!" ”

Feng Zhiwei handed over the broken cage through the window, she took it, Feng Zhiwei said: "Why do you have to do this?" ”

Gu Zhizhi fumbled with the cage, and said while sighing, "Protect Daddy." ”

Feng Zhiwei's hand stiffened, and suddenly remembered the child who was crying in the reed pond of Li Lake, holding Gu Nanyi who was pretending to be dead, she was so frightened that she wanted to "protect her father".

As powerful as Gu Nanyi, he has the responsibility of protecting others all his life, and no one has ever thought about protecting him.

Only this child.

Only this one was almost abandoned, and she had to keep up with her in the mud to protect her father's child.

Feng Zhiwei's hand frozen in mid-air finally fell, and slowly stroked Gu Zhizhi's head, Gu Zhizhi let go, still looking at her so far away and indifferently.

"Yes, protect Daddy." Feng Zhiwei sighed and said to her, "He deserves everyone, give everything, to protect him." ”

Gu Nanyi was silent in the carriage, thinking that what this woman said was all nonsense.

Outside the carriage, Feng Zhiwei got into another car, and before lifting the curtain, she turned around and glanced at a corner of the street.

There, the body of a slightly revealing black horse, and a corner of the moon-white hidden silver dragon pattern robe, floated leisurely in the wind.

Ning Yi, who was busy with everything, still came.

He should have been on the way to Luoxian at this time, but His Majesty did not order him to send the Xiliang envoy team, so it was inconvenient for him to appear in this crowded place, so he could only hide in the corner of the street and use a silent presence to see him off.

Feng Zhiwei nodded slightly in that direction, the corner of his lips smiled faintly, reflecting a crystal and warm light in the daylight, like a transparent flower, blooming in the early summer breeze.

The curtain fell, and the carriage convoy drove away in a quiet and orderly manner, and they would meet with the deputy envoy and the officials of the Ministry of Rites, perform a salute outside the city gate, and then go straight to the distant Xiliang.

Behind the wheeling convoy, in the distance, there was a sudden sound of flute.

Although the tune is cool, there is no sense of sadness and sorrow, but there is a faint and broad atmosphere, which makes people listen to it, and the heart is soft and open.

In the carriage, Feng Zhiwei went backwards towards the sound of the flute.

The bamboo curtain cut through the sunlight and shadows, reflecting her expression mottled and blurred, and she sank into the lonely darkness, turning her face slightly.

Toward.

That silent street corner.