In the southern mansion, the red silk is fluttering, and the whole house is busy.

"The silk flowers are crooked, a little to the right, hey, yes, yes, right here."

The housekeeper Nanzhou stood at the gate of the mansion and commanded, and the two guards climbed the ladder one on the left and the other on the right, and hung the red flower silk on the plaque.

The carriage swayed, Feng Qinglan leaned on Yun Wuji's arms, and fell asleep in a daze until he returned home.

"Uncle Zhou is good."

After getting out of the carriage, Feng Qinglan looked at the greatly changed gate with sleepy eyes, and said hello to Zhou Bo.

"Hello Miss Feng, are you still having fun?" Zhou Bo turned his head when he heard the sound, his heart was shocked, and a loving smile appeared on his face.

"It's fun!" Feng Qinglan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll go back to Zhoubo first." ”

"Miss Wind walks slowly."

She brought Yun Wujian into the door, and the mansion was the same, with red silk hanging everywhere, looking extremely festive.

Undoubting him, the two returned to Yaxuan, ready to wake up the cubs. But Yazhu said that the three little ones didn't sleep long before they went to play with Old Man Nan.

In this way, Feng Qinglan didn't plan to find anyone anymore, but went upstairs to prepare a room for them.

……

After lunch, Feng Qinglan was pulled out of the door by her aunt and aunt again, and took her to Shuiyunjian to make new clothes.

"Auntie, I already have a lot of new clothes, and they are not bad from spring to winter." Feng Qinglan sat in the carriage and couldn't cry or laugh.

"Oh, it's okay, what's wrong with the little girl buying a few more clothes? And Lan'er has grown taller recently, and the previous one definitely doesn't fit. ”

"That's it, a new model was made in the shop today, my aunt will take you to take a look, and if you like it, we will buy it!"

Nan Yuanhe took her hand from left to right tonight and patted her affectionately.

"Okay." She nodded and smiled helplessly.

"That's right!" The two women looked at each other, and the flowers and branches of laughter trembled.

Her aunt and aunt treated her like an adopted daughter. It's so good that she often can't bear it, and she can't refuse.

……

At the same time, Nanfu, Remembrance Building.

"Come on, come on, quickly measure our precious great-grandchildren-in-law and baby great-grandchildren! The material is waiting for the mandarin ducks to be chosen, work hard to catch up, and send it tomorrow, don't miss the auspicious time! ”

Nancang sat at the tea table, leisurely sipping tea, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be hidden.

Hehe, I don't know the surprise they prepared, do you like it?

It turned out that in the carriage in the morning, the cubs conspired with Old Man Nan to hold a marriage ceremony for Feng Qinglan and Yun Wujian.

God knows this, you know and I know, only Feng Qinglan doesn't know for the time being.

……

Dinner, especially lively.

It is also the most lively and warm one in the past 20 years.

There are many people in the family, and there are many more people, but the little girl who used to laugh and make trouble is missing. But although the little girl is not here, the little girl's daughter has brought a family, which is also excellent.

"Tomorrow is the New Year, I wish us all the best in the new year, joy and health!"

Nancang raised a glass of blessings, and everyone raised a glass to celebrate, a peaceful and joyful feast.

……

After dinner, they went to the dinner market, guessed lantern riddles, put lanterns, watched performances, enjoyed fireworks, and welcomed the New Year on Chinese New Year's Eve.

The night is like day, so it's not lively.

This is the first New Year spent by Feng Qinglan, and it is also the first time to celebrate the New Year like this.

She loved it.

……

When I washed up and went to bed, it was already midnight, that is, after twelve o'clock in the morning.

In the five continents, there is also the custom of keeping the New Year.

After playing outside for most of the night, it was very comfortable to take a hot bath.

When Feng Qinglan returned to the room, Yun Wujian was already sitting on the bed waiting for her, looking at her clothes, obviously she had already washed up and changed. His hair was casually draped over his shoulders, making his originally cold facial features a little softer.

"Ah Lan, let me help you dry your hair?" He squinted and patted the bed, motioning for her to come and sit down.

Probably because he had just washed up, his cheeks were slightly rosy, and he looked very seductive.

Feng Qinglan's heart moved slightly, and he walked over with his feet raised.

I don't know why, after knowing how to use internal force, she has the habit of drying her whole body before changing clothes, but today she didn't have a ghost.

Because there are clouds and unrestrained presence, she doesn't need to do it.

Bursts of warm currents passed through her hair, and Yun Wujian held her long soft hair in her hands, carefully and patiently, drying them one by one.

His nose was full of her clear and gentle medicinal fragrance, and he missed the fragrance for a long time.

Drying her hair, Yun Wujian gently wrapped the person in his arms, his chin rested on her shoulder, and rubbed it coquettishly.

"Alan, are you sleeping?"

"Don't sleep."

Feng Qinglan turned her head to look at him, nestling comfortably in his arms, "You say it in the morning, tell me in the evening." ”

She still remembered that.

Yun Wujian smiled and coaxed: "Then let's lie down, the night is cold, don't freeze." ”

She nodded, and the two hugged each other and lay in the bed, and Yun Wujian spoke eloquently.

"I want to tell you more than one thing in the morning, and although I want to say another thing the most, let's talk about the morning first."

Feng Qinglan responded with a "yes" and listened to him quietly.

"The word wife belongs to Alan's world, as for why I know, because I also come from that world."

Feng Qinglan didn't have any waves in her heart, because she guessed some, but she wasn't sure.

Because she can wear it, why can't others?

But the latter words surprised her, "This is a world called "The Return of the King", and I am its original author. ”

"But I wrote it when I was a teenager, and then I had a car accident and injured my head, and I forgot to write it later."

"Six years later, I fell ill and fell into a coma due to a high fever and woke up in this world. Later, he was seriously wounded on the battlefield, injured his head, and forgot his original identity. ”

"It wasn't until you showed up that I slowly remembered. I also found that many of the things that happened here are different from the original book. ”

"But I've always wanted to go back to my own world, but now that you're here, I don't want to go back."

Feng Qinglan was silent for a long time, and said coldly, "After reading the book, I always felt that this was an unscrupulous author, and I would never fill in the holes." But now it seems that I misunderstood you, sorry. ”

This was how she felt after reading the book.

Yun Wujian laughed, "I really can't remember." ”

"And then, are you still alive over there?" There should be an opportunity to come here, she is after her death.

"I should be alive, I just fainted from overwork and fever, and the secretary will take me to the hospital when he comes to see me. But my consciousness is still in this world, and there is no guarantee that I will still be alive over there. ”

The fact that I wear a book is quite mysterious.

"And will you be all the time?" She asked with some trepidation.

"Yes!" He affirmed without hesitation, "Where you are, I will be there, and we will be together forever." ”

Feng Qinglan's heart was warm, but he also left a trace of concern.

"And what do you want to say the most?"

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