The woman was standing there calmly, but when Qing Wei pounced on her, her whole face became panicked, and she hurriedly pushed Qing Wei away: "How many adults are you, and you are still making such a fuss!" ”

Although the words were reprimanded, she spoke with a slight smile.

Qing Wei listened, and hugged his mother tightly: "It's okay, I haven't hugged it for a long time." ”

Qiqiao standing next to her smiled, she understood, Miss's temperament is the most lively in Qingqiu, she is used to being restrained on weekdays, but she is still very skinny in her bones.

The woman stroked the hairpin on the peony's head that was almost knocked off by Qing Weichong, brushed the fur on her shirt, and was stern: "You are the deputy general of the heavenly court, don't lose your identity." ”

Seeing that Mu Jun was about to come up with this trick to suppress her again, Qing Wei sighed and let go.

The whole person was dying, "Yes, yes, got it." ”

The woman pursed her lips and smiled faintly, and the look between her eyebrows was a little reprimanding: "-When you come back, don't run around." ”

"Hmm."

Such a small green hill, she has rummaged everywhere, and if she goes elsewhere, it won't be considered a mess.

The woman saw that Qing Wei had calmed down, and she said the right thing: "Can you read it carefully?" ”

Letter?

Qing Wei nodded, but she was watching.

"Look, Mother."

"That's good."

The woman bowed her head and glanced at Qingyi, there was no excessive expression in her eyes, and even her tone was indifferent, "You come with me, your father has been waiting for you in the back room for a long time." ”

Although the mother is not gentle on weekdays, Moyo is not cold in high places, and she is always a little alienated from people.

But Qingwei always felt that today, something was different.

She then nodded, "Okay." ”

Walking into the inner room, Qing saw his father sitting on top of him.

He was dressed in green clothes, his posture was straight, his face was yellow, and the green silk on his forehead was already a little stained with hoarfrost, and his appearance looked a little old.

Qing Wei excitedly called: "-Father! ”

But when Qing Qiong saw his married daughter, the expression on his face was not as happy as Qing Wei's, and he just answered in a low voice. It's kind of said hello.

"It's good to be back."

The atmosphere instantly became dull.

The woman cast a color on the maids who were waiting in the inner room, and the maids immediately bowed down and quietly withdrew.

Even Qing Wei could hear the sound of the Immortal Guards withdrawing in the outer hall.

It didn't feel good to her.

The woman took a few steps forward and sat down next to the man, and the two of them sat there staring at Qing Wei as if they were strangers.

Probably realizing that it was inconvenient to speak, the woman patted a Shanmu treasure chair beside her and motioned, "Ah Wei, come, sit here." ”

Qing Wei bowed his head and thanked, "Yes." ”

She walked up to her parents and watched as both of them kept their faces so straight and didn't speak. The atmosphere was serious and dreary, and she only found it boring.

Looking at the octagonal gold wire incense burner in the corner, it bubbles of fragrance emerge from the delicate holes, soaking the whole room with fragrance.

The green smoke from the incense burner twisted and twisted, like a dexterous snake dancing in the court.

If they don't speak, it's nice for her to just stare at the censer.

"Ah Wei."

"Huh? Yes——! ”

Qing Wei recovered from his stunned state and found that it was his father who was talking to him.

Father's expression was still very serious, as if he was torturing a person who was a traitor: "How long have you been practicing martial arts?" ”

When she was two hundred years old, she was led by her father to a high platform, pointed to the dazzling array of weapons in the weapon rack above, and said, "Choose the one that you have in hand." ’