All the way back to Beijing, the two around him naturally quarreled, but Feng Xiaoxiao was also used to it, and only talked and laughed with Nangong Yu.

So Mo Ziye and Bai Jun glanced at each other, and the meaning in their eyes was obvious: Look, no one can get it now?

But the two have no plans to reconcile, anyway, I can't get it, and you can't think about it.

Finally arrived in the capital smoothly, and the first thing Feng Xiaoxiao did was naturally to return to the Marquis of Dingyuan's mansion.

As usual, she didn't enter through the gate, but entered the Qiuheng Courtyard through the back street door of the Autumn Balance Courtyard, but when she entered the door, she found that something seemed to be wrong.

"Don't worry, why did you change stores after face-to-face?" Feng Xiaoxiao asked the first thing without worry.

Worry-free sighed: "But isn't it, I also wonder, the teahouse opened quietly, and I didn't see firecrackers, nor did I see opening rewards, although I don't know how to open a store, but I haven't seen anyone open a store so cold."

It's strange that no one can open a store so Buddhist, unless the person who opened the store doesn't actually want to make money!

Feng Xiaoxiao narrowed his eyes: "I'll come back for two or three days, and I'll find out about it."

Originally, Mo Ziye sent this courtyard to them and merged with Qiuhengyuan, firstly, because it was indeed very close to Qiuhengyuan, and secondly, because the street near the gate was quiet, there were no bustling shops, and the flow of people was relatively small, and they would not attract too many people's attention when they went in and out.

In such a place, there are not many shops in the first place, and occasionally there are a few households, which Mo Ziye has already explored.

Now that a teahouse has suddenly opened, in such a place where there are no people, are they not afraid of losses?

Feng Xiaoxiao wanted to understand this layer, its

In fact, I probably have a bottom in my heart.

The matter of Feng Ling Yue's spirit root being recaptured, I think it should have attracted the attention of some people, but they didn't dare to make a noise.

After all, Feng Lingyue is most proud of her beauty, which is her natural spiritual root.

Now that her reputation has been almost ruined, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to preserve her beauty for a long time, if the matter of Linggen spreads again, I am afraid that even Mo Yuhan may not be willing to want her.

But they must be unwilling, so they simply monitored her and found out her tricks as soon as possible, so that she would never recover.

"It's fun." Feng Xiaoxiao thought about it seriously, "Let's take a look first, if someone knows about it immediately when I come back, then in fact, you don't need to check, you can know what's going on." ”

Wuwu and Wuchen didn't know about retrieving Feng Lingyue's spiritual root, so they were a little puzzled: "What does the third miss mean, is it from Yunwu Courtyard?"

"** not far from ten." Feng Xiaoxiao looked at the time, "I'll go to my mother first, otherwise if they come and make a fuss, I won't be able to say a few words to my mother." ”

When those people made a fuss, she naturally didn't care, but it was very noisy, which affected her normal life, just like flies, and she couldn't kill the old buzz, and she was very annoying.

Feng Xiaoxiao hurried to meet the Li family.

Li was naturally surprised and delighted.

"Mother, is there any news of Ziji these days?" Although Ziji is precocious, he is only seven years old after all, and when he leaves the hospital, Feng Xiaoxiao is the most relieved.

"Don't worry, he is now capable, and he has Feng Shuang with him, and I received a letter from him yesterday." Before going out at night, Mo Ziji gave Feng Ziji two carrier pigeons and asked him to write a letter to Li every day. The first war concubine: The prince should be sober

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