In the early summer morning, Luo Shuixuan was shrouded in a faint mist, the hot air in summer was a little moist, and the chirping of early birds also brought a little vitality to Luo Shuixuan, who had always been cold.

At the empty gate of the courtyard, a small head probed out of the brain, and found that there was no one nearby, and then tiptoed into the courtyard.

The person who came was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, with red lips and white teeth, who looked cute, at first glance it looked like a little Fuwa on a New Year's painting, and the clothes on his body were obviously not ordinary, but it seemed to be a little messy because of the reason he was in a hurry. He seemed to know Luo Shuixuan's situation very well, and walked outside Feng Zhige's bedroom without missing the main room.

Zhao Youjun asked the maid assigned to Luo Shuixuan to arrive yet, and there was not even a little girl outside Feng Zhige's bedroom. Of course, this was the little boy's hand, and he snickered and reached out to push the door, and with a "squeak", the door opened.

Bypassing the screen inlaid with red sandalwood and jade, the little boy tiptoed and reached out to hang the pale green spun tent on the silver tent hook, the sun had not yet come out, and the slightly hazy light fell on Feng Zhige's sleeping and quiet face, which had a strange power that made people's hearts calm.

It was also the first time for the little boy to do such an outrageous thing, and the tension in his heart was slightly eased by the scene he saw. He knelt in front of the bed, smirked to himself for a while, propped his elbows on the edge of the bed, and quietly looked at Feng Zhige's sleeping face with his face in his hands. After a long time, as if he was not satisfied with just looking at it like this, the little boy rubbed his somewhat sore elbows, hesitated slightly, and reached out to touch Feng Zhige's face.

A pale and delicate hand grabbed the little boy's hand that was about to touch Feng Zhige, the slightly cool touch made the little boy stunned, and after seeing Feng Zhige's cold eyes, he showed a big smile.

As the trump card of Purgatory, Feng Zhige had already cultivated almost instinctive alertness, even in a dream, no one could get close to her within three meters without being noticed by her. In fact, with the little boy's clumsy invasion skills, Feng Zhige had already discovered it when he was still outside the house, but she wanted to see what he wanted to do and held back without moving. Unexpectedly, the little boy sneaked in just to look at her stupidly.

Even if she didn't open her eyes, Feng Zhige could feel the burning gaze that fell on her face.

"Who are you?" Pushing the little boy's hand away, Feng Zhige sat up and asked lightly.

The little boy's name is Feng Mingxiang, the only son of Feng Lin and Zhao Youjun, the only young master of the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion, Feng Lin was just ten years old when he was named the son of the Marquis of Weiyuan.

Hearing Feng Zhige's question, Feng Ming grinned, stood up and threw himself at Feng Zhige, "Sister, I'm your brother, your brother." ”

Heaven is above, even if Feng Zhige has been a human for three lifetimes, the children she has come into contact with are only Zhao Youjun at the beginning, but when did Zhao Youjun get so close to her at that time. Therefore, Feng Mingxiang's unexpected pounce really caught him off guard and knocked down Feng Zhige, who had just sat up.

Feng Zhige only felt that the green tendons on his forehead were jumping, and he took down Feng Mingxiang's hand around her neck, and pushed Feng Mingxiang aside, "Get up." ”

Feng Mingxiang received Feng Zhige's unhappiness, but he was obviously mistaken, and hurriedly got up from Feng Zhige, he touched the back of his head, and said quite embarrassedly: "Sister, it hurts you, my brother didn't mean it, my brother was just too happy to see you wake up." ”

He seems to be particularly persistent in the identity of "brother", emphasizing it all the time.

Feng Mingxiang didn't know why he was so concerned about this sister who had been sleeping before, in the past, when Feng Zhige was asleep, except for Mu Qingwan, only he would visit from time to time, even for his own sister who was a fellow mother, Feng Mingxiang had never cared so much. Maybe this is fate, Feng Mingxiang thought.

Brother?

Until now, Feng Zhige only knew that the place where he was now was the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion, and the hostess of the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion was Zhao Youjun.

The little radish in front of him is Zhao Youjun's son?

Feng Zhige hadn't seen Feng Lin yet, but if he looked closely, Feng Mingxiang could indeed find Zhao Youjun's shadow on his face. Feng Zhige could see that Feng Mingxiang's liking for her was real, and he really regarded her as his sister.

Shaking his head in his heart, Feng Zhige didn't know how to react.

After experiencing what happened twenty years ago, it is impossible for her and Zhao Youjun to be friends, let alone simply turn the fight into a jade silk, but I didn't expect that Zhao Youjun's son would recognize her as a sister so much now.

In the next time, Feng Mingxiang was chattering alone, and Feng Zhige was trying her best to find out the information she wanted to know from his whimsical chatter that day.

There's no way, she's just an unarmed eight-year-old girl now, and because of eight years of lethargy, she was ordered not to get out of bed by Mu Qingwan, that's all she can do.

From Feng Mingxiang's words, Feng Zhige knew that she was not in the capital, but in Huzhou, thousands of miles away. After Weiyuan Hou Fenglin took the title, he was a hot upstart in the Dawu Dynasty, but for some reason, he suddenly gave up his good future and moved his family to Huzhou. After that, although the Marquis of Weiyuan Mansion was one of the best families in Huzhou, Feng Lin and Zhao Youjun lived in a simple place on weekdays, and rarely appeared among the nobles and celebrities in Huzhou.

In Feng Mingxiang's mouth, Feng Lin and Zhao Youjun are in love and harmony, and they have never blushed because of anything, and I don't know how many Huzhou ladies are envious.

Although it sounded normal, Feng Zhige could feel that there must be something wrong with it.

Zhao Youjun's identity is not only Mrs. Weiyuanhou, even if she rarely shows up, but the people in Huzhou City don't know her other identity, which is too strange. Coupled with the move of the Marquis of Weiyuan Mansion from the capital to Huzhou, it seems that Feng Lin and Zhao Youjun are deliberately hiding something.

What could it be?

While Feng Zhige was thinking, Feng Mingxiang had already turned the topic to other places.

"I heard Liancheng say that Fengming Pavilion has a large-scale literary meeting recently, and my sister has never been out, so when the time comes, my sister and my brother will go together to see the excitement, okay?" Feng Mingxiang looked at Feng Zhige expectantly, her eyes were full of sparkle like some kind of large dog that Feng Zhige had seen before, so that she almost couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

After 20 years, I heard the words "Fengming Pavilion" again, and Feng Zhige couldn't help but pause.

Speaking of which, Feng Yixuan and Feng Ming Pavilion were still established by her at the beginning, and the nature of playing tickets was actually higher, but I didn't expect that after "Han Su" died for 20 years, Feng Yi Xuan and Feng Ming Pavilion still existed in the world.

Revisiting the old place, it seems to be not bad?

So, Feng Zhige looked at Feng Mingxiang, smiled slightly, and said the second sentence: "Okay." ”