My Little Mom is the Richest

"Yes! We will definitely meet you! We will definitely. Ningran and I will help you find her together. Until we find her, we will get married together." Ningran said, her tearful eyes glowing with hope.

"Okay! Let's get married together, but before that you have to take good care of yourself and have a good rest." Mingyue Jun smiled and coaxed Ningxiang, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands, and pulled up the quilt for her again. .

"Yes!" This time Ningxiang agreed simply and immediately closed her eyes obediently. Seeing that Ningxiang was finally willing to rest peacefully, Mingyue Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief, blew out the candlestick, and gently opened the door...

"Tsk tsk! If I hadn't seen it in the daytime, I would never have seen that this girl is so powerful. Let alone my cousin who is strong on the outside, even I was shocked by her. Alas! This person, Sure enough, you can't judge a book by its appearance. The ancients have never deceived me!" Xue Lexing leaned on the table and smiled as the woman in the mirror gradually walked into the boudoir.

"Take it down!" Feng Xueyang said calmly while leaning in front of the window, looking at the snowy scene outside the window.

Hearing this, Xue Lexing waved his sleeves, and the influence in the mirror gradually dissipated. He stood up lazily, took the wine bottle on the table and poured it into his mouth, smacked his lips and said, "How is it? Are you okay?"

"It's just an expected thing, what's the good thing?" Feng Xueyang raised his hand to pour wine into his mouth, but found that the bottle was empty. He stood up and returned to the case, took another bottle, opened the seal, and sat down Drink slowly.

"You drink like this, but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you're fine." The formation set up by Ziweilan Garden is just to prevent ordinary people from breaking in. Although it is considered sophisticated, it is not difficult for people with a certain level of Taoist cultivation to break it. Are you really sure? Was the person who broke in that night the same as Qing Ruoshui?"

"..." After hearing this, Feng Xueyang said nothing. He stood up gracefully with a bottle of wine in his hand and walked slowly to the desk. He took a set of words, slowly spread them out, and looked at them affectionately and intently.

Xue Lexing was curious and took the wine in her hand. She lazily walked to the table and glanced at it. "On this day last year, in this door, the faces of people and peach blossoms reflected each other's red. I don't know where the faces are, but the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze..." Haha... I'm in a good mood! When did you create such a masterpiece? Hiss! That's not right... this word!" Xue Lexing squinted her eyes and carefully looked at the handwriting in front of her. In the four lines of the poem, the character and momentum are almost the same. It is indeed Feng Xueyang's unique style. It's just that the first two lines are more strong and elegant, but the last two lines are more delicate, adding a sense of softness that only women can have. Obviously, these last two lines of poetry should be written by a woman.

"I can see it." Feng Xueyang didn't look at Xue Lexing, and gently touched the black writing with his right hand, looking at it foolishly, as if talking to him, and said softly like babble: "She suffered something that day. My friend framed me, and I looked sadly at the peach blossoms in the garden, and I recited this poem... I taught her this word step by step, and now it seems that she has made a lot of progress, and she has shed her previous youthful restraint. She is becoming more and more free and easy, I think she must have had a wonderful life these past few years." As she spoke, her expression gradually became lonely.

"Look at what you look like now. How can you still have a trace of the elegance of the first young master?" Seeing her friend's loneliness, Xue Dan Lexing was heartbroken. . ,,.