The beautiful little face has no trace of blood, like a doll carved from white jade, delicate and beautiful without popularity.

The small mouth, which used to be as red as a cherry, is now also cold and purple.

Qiuchen looked at it for a long time, closed his eyes, and then opened them again, staring at Feng Qiao again.

Qiuchen looked very weak, his long eyelashes trembled, and he seemed to close his eyes again at any time, but he tried to open them.

Feng Qiao pulled the big ao, covered the little guy's head, and lowered his head to look back at him. But he was inexplicably sad by this little guy, "Feng Qiuchen, what are you looking at?" ”

The voice was a little hoarse, with a slight tremor.

This is his son, but he hasn't been with him much to grow up. The child looks like him seven points and three points like her, and his facial features are beautiful and clear. The appearance is raw and the pink is jade, and the big black eyes are like glass beads.

Hearing Feng Qiao speak, Xiao Qiuchen grinned at him, then stretched out his cold little hand and held Feng Qiao's index finger in the big ao.

Feng Qiao watched his index finger being grabbed by him, and the sourness in his heart became a little astringent.

He remembered that when he was a child in the palace, his little royal brothers and sisters would hold their mother's hand tremblingly like this, and they would not part when kneeling and saluting, as if such a hand was all their strength.

Even if it's a little older and can walk, they like to pull like that. Feng Qiao grew up with the Queen Mother when he was a child, and he didn't have the memory of holding his mother's hand like this, so he was especially envious of the emperor's brothers and sisters.

The child's hands are very small, so he can only grasp one finger like Xiao Qiuchen now.

But this finger, for children, is the first sustenance and dependence on the road of life.

Xiao Qiuchen opened his mouth, and the breath he exhaled was also cold, his voice was weak like a mosquito, and he looked at Feng Qiao desolately, "Daddy, don't go, is it okay to accompany Qiuchen, Qiuchen will be obedient, and will not make Daddy angry...... Other people's children are accompanied by their fathers and mothers, and Qiuchen is envious...... Qiuchen doesn't want gold, silver, jewelry, brocade clothes and food, Qiuchen is like other children, with his father and mother by his side......"

Qiuchen grabbed one of his fingers like this, looking at him expectantly, hoping that he would nod his head and sleep peacefully.

The astringency in Feng Qiao's heart began to exude a strong bitter taste.

He didn't want to nod his head, he couldn't.

The war has begun, and there is no room for maneuver. This little bit of children's personal affection is like an ant in the face of a war that kills people without blinking.

Besides, he had to ascend to that position in order to get the Spirit Gathering Lantern and wake up the Phoenix Feather.

He also wants to be with his children and enjoy family fun, but who will protect his children and his wife?

Without waiting for the answer he wanted, Xiao Qiuchen struggled and refused to sleep. Feng Qiao gently put his hand on the child's eyes, but after a while, Qiuchen fell asleep, but his fingers were still tightly holding one of Feng Qiao's index fingers.

After seeing the child fall asleep, Feng Qiao sighed softly.

The days of such separation will not be too long.

In the past few days, there has been news over there, urging him to go back, he tries to accompany the children as much as possible, busy with things over there during the day, and only has time to take Qiuchen out to play at night.

The blue and white color under his eyes was very serious, Feng Qiao leaned on the head of the bed, and fell asleep in Daao.

Huang Yu stood aside and watched quietly, such a scene made her feel extremely warm.

My husband and son are all around, which is good.

When this thought came to mind, Huang Yu was not only startled.

It's not hers...... This is another woman's ......

My heart was a little sour.

Huang Yu shook his head, stripped away those superfluous emotions, and began to shrug and fall asleep in the ghost's body.

In the middle of the night, Feng Qiao felt a little cold and woke up hazy. He reached out and probed the child's pulse. Much more powerful than before, he breathed a sigh of relief.

His neck was a little stiff, and Qiuchen's arm was also a little numb. He sat up and pulled his fingers out of the child's sweaty little hand, Xu was sick, and Qiuchen's hand was not as tight as before.

He gently put Qiuchen on the small bed, stood up and moved his muscles.

It's snowing outside.

Light snowflakes, goose feathers so big.

Feng Qiao opened the door and walked out, glanced at the child on the bed, and quietly closed the door.

Because he was wrapped in a black big turtle on his body, when the white hair fell on it, it looked so obvious, like three thousand plain snow.

The snow fell for a while, and the sky and the earth were vast, as if they suddenly became incomparably wide, and the moonlight was vast, and the snowflakes with goose feathers fell on his face and body. Feng Qiao stood in the snow with his hands in his hands, his eyes pierced through the night and he didn't know where to go, the night wind was blowing lightly, blowing his clothes fluttering.

Silver-white hair, fair and crystal skin, thin lips, and narrow nose bridge like snow on the mountain lined with ghostly light, standing upright. And the eyes under the slender sword eyebrows, there was a deep sigh in the pupils, flickering with a faint light.

Huang Yu suddenly felt that this back was so lonely, and at this time, it was difficult for Tall and Junwei to hide a sudden loneliness on his body, which made people feel distressed for no reason.

Huang Yu stared at his well-defined side face, and felt as if he would melt into the cold moonlight.

The breeze was blowing, and the snowflakes in the sky were sprinkled lightly, which was beautiful, and at that moment, it seemed that the wind was blind, and it seemed that the snow was disturbing the heart.

Feng Qiao walked under the only tree in the middle of the courtyard, leaned on it weakly and tiredly, stretched out his hand and continued to fly the snow, watching it slowly melt and dissipate from the palm of his hand......

The snow wind blew, ruffling strands of his silver hair, revealing a face paler than snow, and an eyebrow as frosty as hair.

This scene was imprinted in Huang Yu's mind like this, and it could not be dissipated for a long time.

The ghost looked up at the snow falling from the sky in the moonlight, so beautiful and so cold.

A burst of snowflakes obscured her vision, and when Huang Yu opened her eyes again, the sky was cloudy, and she saw the very familiar sandalwood pear fan-faced table, with a few ice bloom bib rose chairs. In the back, there is an agarwood square-cornered multi-treasure pavilion, neatly stacked with thick books.

The five Nanmu screens not far away are embroidered with the pattern of the three friends of the year, but there is a nondescript "feather" character embroidered in the inconspicuous place on the right.

The font is crooked, like a child who has just learned to write, and it is incompatible with the delicate screen style.

Phoenix Feather has a feeling that the word is not the feather of the feather, but the feather of the feather.

Looking around, he found a handsome man sitting cross-legged on the small couch in front of the window, the golden glow sprinkled on him through the prosperous jade branches, the dappled sunlight was like a golden light veil draped around his body, and his whole body exuded a faint dazzling brilliance.

The long figure is like a touch of pines and cypresses growing in the forest, a silver-white robe wrapped in a long body of Qingjun, the silver-white robe is fluttering like a butterfly, the man set off is as moist as jade, the clothes are embroidered with a large silver thread peony, and the petals are layered on top of each other, revealing the elegance of masculinity, and the innate nobility and elegance are rendered more and more outstanding. The flowing lines of the white robe outline the excellent posture here, and at a glance, you can see that the cloth is precious and rare.

Under the noble temperament, the side of the face and eyebrows amazed all beings. The eyebrows are raised obliquely, and a stroke like a shock flies, like a beautiful picture scroll like jade.

The long black hair is loosely tied by a silver belt, and the best snow moon white jade decorated with the silver belt is even more transparent to the skin, as if it has seen all the colors in the world, and it is still gorgeous A beauty roll, which is difficult to describe.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at what he was doing, not even paying attention to the leaves that floated in and fell into the teacup outside the window.

His eyes shone with a little delight, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, and on his knees, there was a delicate splendid puppet.

She looks like a little girl, with the corners of her mouth raised and her smile sweet.

Hearing the sound of Phoenix Yu getting up, he turned his head and smiled at her.

"You're finally awake, I'm almost done carving the puppet."

A slightly hoarse voice, with a languidness that belongs to him, a little lazy, and a little seductive. Those dark and deep eyes, clear and peaceful, with a slight smile.

When that face completely entered Huang Yu's sight, her heart seemed to stop a beat.

The white clouds are elegant like the high sky, and the flowers are as graceful and glorious as the peony.

This face, this face like no other in the world, once you see it, you will never forget it, and you will never forget it. The handsome and arrogant face, the eyes of the cold stars in the winter night, and the slightly tender eyes in the cold and clear exude an irresistible aristocratic pride. In addition, a long black hair fluttered on his face, reflecting the smoothness of the sun, as if the hair was slightly glowing with golden luster, not like a real person.

looked cold and cold outside, and there was a little more tenderness in front of her.

He was born beautifully, and his expression was even more moving, and his dark and warm eyes were like the waves of stars in the night sky, peaceful, deep, and beautiful.

Although the hair is not white and the eyes are not golden, Huang Yu is sure that this person is Feng Qiao.

……

How is him again!

Two dreams in a row appeared on him.

It's just that the previous dream was gray hair, and this one was black hair. In other words, if these things really happened in real life, then the Feng Qiao in front of her is the earliest Feng Qiao and the most primitive appearance.

Sure enough, the person is handsome, and he looks good in any way.

Although Huang Yu was a little reluctant to see Feng Qiao, it was undeniable that he was extremely good-looking, and he crashed into her heart at a glance.

"Why did you remember to be a puppet?"

Huang Yu heard the words coming out of his mouth, his voice was soft and delicate, with a hint of hoarseness when he had just woken up.

Feng Qiao thought for a while and replied: "Girls like dolls, and I don't know how to sew rag dolls, so I can only carve a puppet for my bag daughter, which is a birth gift for her."

I'm going to make one for her every year until she gets married, and then I'll put the dolls in the dowry box and take them away. This is a unique gift in the whole world, and money can't buy it," Feng Qiao said proudly.

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