The wind outside was slightly cool, the moonlight was good, and some of it was partially hidden by the houses.

But the clear moonlight still fell from this small window to Qinghui.

Qinghui narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and the pores of his body opened, absorbing the power from the moon.

The Sun and Moon Essence was of little effect on her when she was not a sword body.

But because she was originally a sword spirit bred by heaven and earth, even if it is of little effect, it is not useless.

Over time, her strength will slowly become stronger, and when she basks in the sun and moonlight, that feeling makes her very comfortable and sleepy.

In the midst of such feelings, it is easier to have a good dream.

Mu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the vase that had tripped over Qinghui before, but didn't say anything, and went to bed.

And when the ground outside was all dry, although the temperature had dropped, it was just a more comfortable temperature, Qinghui finally ran from Mu Feng's bedroom to the roof of the highest part of the palace to sleep.

Today, Mu Feng rested.

I'm used to the feeling of Qinghui sleeping next to me, like an octopus, and when I turn back into a person again, I become a little restless, and I always feel like there's something missing around me.

And when he was in the mansion, Qinghui had always been free to move around in the mansion, and there was no shadow of the little girl on the rockery outside, and he didn't know where Qinghui had gone.

Mu Feng lowered his eyes, held hot tea in his hand, and lowered his head to drink.

Next to him stood Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu grew up watching Mu Feng since he was a child, and he was originally Mu Feng's father's shopkeeper in charge of some finances.

Later, he had no children, no family, and was older, so he returned to the palace and became a housekeeper.

He couldn't know more about Mu Feng, looking at Mu Feng's expression.

At first glance, I don't know what's going on my mind.

The corners of Uncle Fu's lips pursed slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Lord Wang, but what's the trouble?" ”

He knew that Qinghui had moved out of Mu Feng's house last night.

Mu Feng has always liked to be tidy, even if he does, it is estimated that he can't stand Qinghui's noisy energy, and Uncle Fu has been worried about whether the two will make trouble before.

After all, Qinghui also looks childish in Uncle Fu's eyes, and it is normal for two and a half old children to make trouble.

And Qinghui is still from a dark guard......

Although it felt like no matter where he looked at it, Qinghui didn't look like a secret guard, and he dared to call Mu Feng, but Uncle Fu still felt that Mu Feng should be relieved when Qinghui moved out of Mu Feng's house.

But it doesn't seem to be the case.

Mu Feng's snow-white fingers rubbed back and forth on the rim of the teacup, then raised his eyes and said lightly, "Have you removed the vase in the house?" ”

Uncle Fu didn't expect Mu Feng to suddenly say this, and only after reacting did he speak, "It's already withdrawn." ”

Mu Feng lowered his eyes, nodded, didn't drink the teacup, just held it in his hand and played with it.

Just when Uncle Fu thought that the other party would not speak anymore.

I heard Mu Feng's voice faintly and sounded, a little puzzled.

"Uncle Fu, what do you say is there to sleep on the roof?"

If you don't have a good bed, what do you do to sleep on the roof?

Uncle Fu was choked by Mu Feng's question again.