Wan Wan didn't expect the golden warbler to bring her a gift - a huge basket of chrysanthemums.

Big, small, tall, short, wild, domestic, yellow, white, purple, pink...... A variety of colors, various sample species, colorful and wrong filled with a large basket, petal leaves stained with rain drops, crystal lovely.

Because of the multiple meanings of this flower, Wan Wan is not very appreciative. But looking at the rain on the flowers, he silently swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and the golden warbler happily selected a few clusters, inserted a few bottles of large and small, and placed them in the house.

The rest of the orioles were well harvested, and it looked like they were going to do something with those flowers.

The night rain is dashing. The raindrops hit the surface of the bamboo leaf lake, and the sound came into the house through the window, showing more and more the comfort of the room.

Feng Qingcheng leisurely flipped through the unfinished book in the morning. Wan Wan hugged a plate of apples and leaned on Feng Qingcheng's body, looking at the bottle of wild chrysanthemums on the case, eating them one by one, and occasionally forking a piece and handing it to his mouth.

After a long time, Wan Wan said: "This flower is actually quite beautiful. ”

Feng Qingcheng glanced at her line of sight and said, "Don't be interesting." ”

Wan Wan turned her head sideways, looked at him and said, "Shouldn't you say, 'It's not as good as you'?" ”

After a moment, Wan Wan herself said again: "Forget it, forget this kind of flower." If it is replaced by other flowers, Hengzhi must remember to say this. ”

Feng Qingcheng was silent and said, "How can the flowers and plants be compared with Wanwan." ”

Wan Wan was stunned at first. Her family Hengzhi's mouth became sweet, and it was really cruel. Immediately, the corners of her lips rose uncontrollably. Who doesn't like to listen to sweet words?

Wan Wan handed a piece of apple to his mouth, and her eyes inadvertently fell on the book in his hand, and she felt that the annotations on it were somewhat familiar, so she took a second look.

"This isn't the war book I found yesterday? Hengzhi also looks at the enlightenment of young children? ”

Feng Qingcheng said: "I read it when I was a child, and when I saw these books on the table yesterday, I took them and flipped through them again." - Why did Wan Wan suddenly remember to look at these? ”

Wan Wan said: "Su Long said that a group of people fighting and two people fighting are both fights, and the art of war is universal. And he elaborated on many examples. I think what she said makes a lot of sense, so I'm going to learn from it. It's a pity that I know the words on it, and I know what the combination says, but it's like reading a book, and I don't gain anything after reading it. ”

In other words, it's better to read the book. Because after reading the book, at least you can learn some flirtatious routines, and no matter how bad your mood is, you can always relax.

Feng Qingcheng smiled and said, "If it's just these books, I can still teach you." ”

Wan Wan sat up, turned around and said to him, "Hengzhi hasn't studied the art of war since he returned to Kyoto?" ”

Feng Qingcheng said: "No one in Kyoto taught me this. ”

This answer is not a lie. He had only studied the military books himself, and no one had taught him. It's just that in the end, self-study is no better than having a veteran teach by his side, and even less than the grinding of those wars in the Northland.

When he said this, his face was very calm, and he even had a smile in his eyes.

This made Wan Wan feel more and more distressed. If her parents-in-law had not died in battle, his life would have been completely different.

He seems to have a lot of relatives, but he doesn't seem to be as good as hers.

In the past, she was alone, although she did not have the warmth of family affection, but she could always receive some love from the dean, social workers and many strangers. The same grows in the sun and rain. No matter how sad her life is now, there is still an uncle who really loves her.

But what about him. Xianghe county lord treats him like that, even if he deliberately raises waste can have a pretense of doting and petting, what about those poisons? He did not speak to Mrs. Tai and sought refuge from her. Does this mean that none of these relatives can make him feel trusted and close? Or, worse still, he sought refuge and never got it.

His life seems to be rich and free, but in the dark it is cold rain and frost knife.

Wan Wan gently hugged Feng Qingcheng, and there were many things to say, but when it came to her mouth, there was only a soft voice, "Hengzhi." ”

Feng Qingcheng put down the book and stretched out his arms to hug her. Her body was warm, with a fragrant fragrance that was familiar to him. Such a warm fragrance in the rain of this late autumn night is more and more reluctant.

The two hugged each other quietly for a long time and didn't say anything. A hug is better than a thousand words.

The wind and rain slanted, pierced through the forest and beat the leaves, and slammed on the window to make a series of sounds.

The sound of rain knocking on the umbrella was approaching, and it didn't take long to come to the door. The voice of the jade pigeon sounded outside the door, "Madam, Aunt Lu from Songhe Courtyard sent a winter coat pattern, saying that Mrs. wants to see it." ”

Wan Wan lowered the arms that were wrapped around him, but he still didn't let go of her. Wan Wan simply hugged it, only turned her head and raised her voice and said, "Give it to Jin Ying first." ”

The jade pigeon responded, and then the sound of the rain knocking on the umbrella floated away.

Wan Wan turned back to Feng Qingcheng and said, "Yesterday, my grandmother sent someone to ask for Liu Fuluo, saying that she wanted to make a winter coat. I asked the lady in charge for the pattern, and I thought that I would ask Jin Ying to go to the treasury to pick up some materials to find empty space. ”

Feng Qingcheng said: "You can just watch and deal with these things." ”

Wan Wan said "um", and listened to him again: "Early this morning, the Chu Wangfu sent a post, inviting us to go to the banquet tomorrow. Is it easy to go? ”

Wan Wan immediately said: "I don't have anything inconvenient. ”

She has offended the king of Chu, and she has avoided any suspicion. The king of Chu invited, and she had to keep an eye on it. Who knows if the king of Chu will make some kind of moth because he covets the beauty of her family Hengzhi.

After thinking about it, Wan Wan said again: "Why did you suddenly invite guests to a banquet." What's the name of that feast? ”

Feng Qingcheng was a little surprised by her question, and after he looked at her, he said, "This morning, Concubine Chen of the Chu Palace's palace was unwell, so she invited Lang Zhong to come and take a look, and said that the fetus was unstable. Coincidentally, the Qingwei Taoist of the White Crane Temple happened to come to the door. instructed the King of Chu to hold this blessing banquet. ”

Wan Wan suddenly sat up straight when she heard this, "The concubine of the King of Chu is pregnant?" ”

As soon as she got up, Feng Qingcheng felt a little empty, so she stretched out her arms and hugged her waist and hugged her back.

Wan Wan shook her head and "tsk" twice. She hasn't been on duty for a day, and such a big thing happened. After thinking about it carefully, Wan Wan felt that something was wrong. If Concubine Chen was unstable, it was unlikely that she would not react until today. Tianmen kept an eye on the Chu Palace, but it never monitored any clues.

Excluding the chance that Concubine Chen really started to react today, there is something hidden in this banquet.

The more she thought about it, the more suspicious she felt. She had the heart to immediately go through the recent activities of King Chu's two opponents to see if she could capture something from them. But listening to the wind and rain outside, I was a little reluctant to go out. After thinking about it, I finally decided to go to Tianmen early tomorrow morning to have a look.

She was in a trance, Feng Qingcheng suddenly remembered something, and asked, "How to send the gift, do you need to avoid suspicion?" ”

Wan Wan came back to her senses, and said without thinking: "Just send King Chu a big basket of chrysanthemums, he must like it." ”

As he spoke, he burst out laughing.

Fengqing City was a little inexplicable. Not to mention that the king of Chu is not a good chrysanthemum, this gift should also be given to the fetus in the womb of Concubine Chen, how could she say that she wanted to give it to the king of Chu.

Looking at the strange smile on Wan Wan's face, Feng Qingcheng turned his head to look at the chrysanthemums on the case again, and asked, "Does the chrysanthemum have any other meaning?" ”