Feng Yan strode in, wearing a dark silver embroidered robe today, his skin was white like that fine jade, smooth and flawless, and his delicate and picturesque eyebrows revealed the unique noble atmosphere of the son of the family. Follow? Dream?. lā

"Mother." Feng Yan bowed to An Ping, the coldness between his eyebrows dissipated a lot in the face of An Ping, his eyes swept over the chessboard, and said, "I'll play chess with my mother." ”

He sat down on the other side of the chessboard and randomly picked up a black spot and dropped it.

An Ping smiled and picked up a white seed, recalling the trend on the chess game, and while falling casually, he instructed Ziyue: "Ziyue, go and peel two zongzi." ”

Listening to Anping talk about zongzi, Feng Yan suddenly remembered that today is the Dragon Boat Festival.

Ziyue went down to peel the zongzi with the food box, only the mother and son were left in the house, An Ping's eyes flashed, and asked, "Ah Yan, ...... over there in Qingzhou?"

"Da!"

Feng Yan fell again, and the crisp sound of falling children interrupted An Ping, and he said lightly: "Mother rest assured, my son has already made a ...... of success."

Feng Yan glanced at An Ping with a slight pickled eye, and the corners of his mouth carried a casual look.

He seems to have no heart and no lungs, but he knows his son Mo Ruo's mother, and he is silent on the plane, but his heart seems to be pricked by countless needles, and his heart hurts for his son.

She knew that her Ah Yan liked the big girl of the Xuanguo Mansion wholeheartedly, and she also knew that it was difficult to succeed in this family matter, but she never tried to dissuade him, because everything that Ah Yan was carrying on this child was too heavy!

This is not what he should have borne at his age...... Let her mother's heart ache!

Over the years, Chu Qingci's existence has become the driving force in Ah Yan's heart, making him move forward bravely and making him unhesitating......

She also looks forward to the day when it comes to it, Ah Yan may be able to get what she wants!

However, what no one expected was that-

Chu Qingci died at a young age!

Thinking about it, An Ping's eyes darkened, the waves in his pupils were turbulent, and he continued to fall, and the sound of falling children sounded in the room one after another.

In February, when An Ping learned the news, he didn't dare to tell Feng Yan at all, but it was impossible to hide it!

As soon as Feng Yan returned to Beijing, he immediately heard about Chu Qingci's death.

Since then, Feng Yan has been like a walking corpse, he has nothing to love, and he has lost a lot of weight in just a few days......

She could only pretend to be casual and let Feng Yan accompany her to eat more, and let the little maid follow him and stare at him, and she couldn't relax for a moment...... It wasn't until the past few days that Feng Yan gradually eased up, and he looked like he had returned to his usual appearance.

However, Anping knew that there was still something different in his son after all......

Feng Yan is only thirteen years old, and the children of other families are the most brilliant and lively at this time, but Feng Yan's originally beating heart is like a pool of stagnant water, and there is no ripple.

The son's heart was already dead, and it passed away with Chu Qing's resignation......

An Ping's eyes trembled slightly, hiding the distress in his eyes, and sighing faintly in his heart: Ah Yan, this child is too difficult, why does God treat her Ah Yan so harshly?!

At this time, a unique sweet smell of zongzi came, and Ziyue walked out of the blue gauze cabinet with a red lacquered wooden tray, on which were placed two freshly peeled zongzi, which were full of aroma.

She stepped forward, presented the eight-treasure zongzi to Anping, and sent the candied date zongzi to Feng Yan's hand, and quickly glanced at the chessboard, only to see that the dotted black and white chess pieces were already crisscrossing the chessboard, and the sunspots had the upper hand......

An Ping looked at the black and white children competing on the chessboard, his eyebrows were raised, and after hesitating for a moment, he simply abandoned his son and surrendered, and ate the eight-treasure zongzi.

Seeing this, Feng Yan put the sunspot that he had originally put between his fingers back into the chess box.

He didn't have much appetite, but when he thought that he hadn't spent the Dragon Boat Festival with his mother for two years, he changed his mind again, picked up the silver chopsticks on the side, and took a bite of the shiny zongzi.

The entrance of zongzi is lubricated and delicate, soft and sticky, sweet and delicious.

Feng Yan was stunned for an instant, his eyes were slightly dumbfounded, and he looked at the zongzi sandwiched on the silver chopstick, and even forgot to chew it......

This taste is ......

Feng Yan's eyes straightened, and his expression was abrupt.

"Ah Yan......" Seeing Feng Yan's expression, An Ping put down the silver chopstick, took the handkerchief handed by Ziyue and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Feng Yan raised his eyes to meet An Ping's worried eyes, the corners of his mouth lifted lightly, and after swallowing the zongzi, he said casually: "This candied date zongzi is soft and glutinous and sweet, and the teeth and cheeks are fragrant, which is good." ”

An Ping lightly covered his lips with a handkerchief and said with a smile: "It's not bad for me to eat these eight-treasure zongzi." The sisters of the Duanmu family took a lot of effort, kidney bean rolls and zongzi are ordinary foods, but they are just right. Last time, the kidney bean roll bean paste filling was also filled with sugar osmanthus and sesame seeds, which was especially sweet and appetizing. ”

Feng Yan was stunned again, he thought that the zongzi were wrapped in the house, but at this moment he realized that it was sent by the sisters of the Duanmu family, as well as the kidney bean rolls before......

Duanmu Fei's fair bun face couldn't help but appear in his mind, this little girl always reminded him of his Ah Ci, her smiling expression, her attitude towards things, the red knot rope she wore on her wrist, and his Ah Ci also likes to add sesame seeds to the bean paste filling......

Is it a coincidence?

Feng Yan's eyes were a little complicated, and his right hand holding the silver chopsticks was slightly forced, but his face was not revealed, and he asked, "Mother, are there any kidney bean rolls?" ”

"I'm done." An Ping smiled, "How many days have it been, even if you haven't finished eating, it should be bad!" "Red bean paste is easy to spoil.

Anping couldn't bear to disappoint his son, and after a pause, he instructed Ziyue on the side: "Ziyue, let the kitchen make some kidney bean rolls for Son." ”

"It's still my mother who loves me the most!" Feng Yan said quietly, picked up the date dumpling again and ate it unhurriedly, tasting it carefully, his eyes were half-narrowed, and he couldn't help but compare it with the taste in his memory......

It's too similar, it's really too similar......

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Feng Yan's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken, like a drum, and there seemed to be a voice in his mind that had been suppressed for a long time and was about to break free from the restraints and shout...... No, don't be cranky!

Feng Yan thought to himself in his heart, it was impossible, he had seen Duanmu Fei's handwriting, which was very different from Ah Ci, how could she be on a par with Ah Ci!

Feng Yan's eyes became deep and misty with his chaotic thoughts, and he looked at the half-eaten zongzi in a daze......

A warm breeze at noon suddenly blew, the fragrance of flowers was fragrant, and the Xiangfei curtain fluttered, like a small moth fluttering its transparent thin wings, desperately trying to break free from the shackles of darkness, but it was just a moth to a fire!

The warm breeze blows, and the scorching sun scorches the earth.

After the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather is getting hotter and hotter day by day, passers-by in the capital have put on hats, and sour plum soup and dried fruits have begun to be sold on the roadside.

In the afternoon of this day, Wisteria came back from outside happily carrying a few small food boxes of Broshiji.

Outside the house, the Duanmu Mansion is full of green trees, thick greenery, in the sun, forming patches of mottled light and shadow, adding a bit of coolness, Wisteria subconsciously sped up the pace back to Zhanqing Courtyard.

"Big girl, fourth girl," Wisteria said as she saluted her master, "The slave has inquired, and the examination of the martial arts will be held on the third day of the seventh month. ”

This martial arts, also known as martial arts, is generally held once every three years and is presided over by the Ministry of War.

There is a saying: "The first is to strategize, then to martial arts", martial arts not only to test the martial arts, but also to answer, if the latter is not qualified, even the qualification to participate in the martial arts test.

When Duanmujun entered the palace last time, he learned from Cen Yin that the cousin of the Li family would come to Beijing to participate in the martial arts this time, and he was particularly concerned, so he specially asked Wisteria to take the opportunity to go out to buy snacks to inquire.

"Zhenzhen, there are less than two months left...... Duanmujun couldn't help but show joy on his face, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Sister, cousin must come to Beijing early." Duanmu Fei showed a sweet smile to Duanmu Jun and said casually.

Duanmu nodded excitedly, and said to Wisteria, "You continue." ”

Wisteria went on to bring up the news she had inquired about, such as the fact that some candidates have entered Beijing one after another recently, firstly because they are worried about the water and soil, and secondly, they are also to make friends with the children of Beijing before the martial arts begin.

For example, the Yichang Dart Bureau in the west of the city will hold a ring next month to meet friends with those martial artists.

For example, those Wuju people mostly live in the champion building in the city.

Like what......

In May, the capital became more and more lively as these people went north one after another, and many people in Beijing paid attention to the upcoming martial arts.

The days passed very slowly in Duanmujun's anticipation, and at the same time, the two sisters' days in the house were getting smoother and smoother.

Because the emperor rewarded a lot of things, the sisters made a few new clothes in the mansion, and went to see the mansion given by the emperor. General An Yuan is located in Dangui Lane in the west of the city, is a three-entry courtyard, divided into three halls and four compartments, flying eaves and corners, red walls and blue tiles, magnificent, very masculine.

The house given by the emperor is naturally excellent, but unfortunately, the sisters are both girls in the boudoir, and it is impossible to live in Beppu alone, and the mansion can only be vacant.

Duanmulang is no longer alive, and the emperor posthumously awarded him the hereditary general Anyuan and rewarded him with a mansion, but it is better to look good, after all, Duanmujun and Duanmufei are girls, and it is impossible for them to inherit the official title.

The emperor's grace seems to be unfulfilled on the surface, but Duanmufei can understand the emperor's intentions, with the posthumous title of this hereditary General An Yuan, the two of them are nominally the girls of the General's Mansion, not just a pair of orphan girls in Shangshu Mansion.

This is the emperor's favor.

Time passed quietly in the peaceful life of the two sisters, and by the end of May, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the breeze of the day seemed to have been baked with gusts of warmth.

Duanmu Mansion also seems to be hot, and He's birthday is getting closer and closer......