Xin Moer called out again, "Brother Yun." She gave him a warm and sincere smile, "Take care."
"Okay." Nangong Yun nodded, turned around, and walked out of the gate of Prince Xu's Mansion.
This time, his back looked much taller, and he didn't feel as lonely as before. The sunlight from the sky shone on him, making his entire back look extremely soft.
"Come here! Return all these betrothal gifts to Qidong!" Feng Qingcang scolded coldly and walked away.
After lunch, Xin Moer was sitting on the Taishi chair, lying under the big tree enjoying the warm sunshine, when Feng Qingyu ran in, holding a beautiful purse in his right hand, and handed it to Xin Moer, "This
Isn’t the purse beautiful? I’ll give it to you.”
Xin Moer took away the sun-blocking veil from her face, stared at the embroidered purse in his hand, and patted the purse on her waist, "Uncle, I have a purse."
"The difference is that mine is much prettier than the one you wear around your waist. The most important thing is..." Feng Qingyu paused and subconsciously put his left hand on his back to hide it, "The most important thing is..."
, I give this to you, you are not allowed to refuse!"
Under the sun, the traces of needle pricks of varying shades on his left index finger and middle finger were particularly conspicuous.
Xin Moer's mouth twitched, thinking to herself, are all members of the royal family so strong and domineering? They are born with a sense of coercion in their bones.
I've heard people give flowers, RMB, and jewelry, but I've never seen a grown man give an embroidered purse to a girl.
At this moment, Feng Qingcang and Xiao Han walked into the yard.
"A grown man embroiders a purse, and the object of the gift is his niece. Not to mention, your niece is a big intestine without any ink in her belly. It's not embarrassing." Xiao Han sneered unceremoniously.
Feng Qingyu's hands on his back quickly retracted into his sleeves. Hearing the voice of a strange boy and being openly ridiculed, he felt a little embarrassed. He turned around and cursed before he could see the person clearly, "You
Which family does the child belong to? He was born or taught by his mother! Which of your eyes saw me embroidering a purse? "
When Xiaohan walked up to him, looking at this face that was 90% similar to Feng Qingcang's smaller version, Feng Qingyu froze in place, his eyes widened, and it took him a long time to find his voice.
,"you!"
'You' have been saying 'you' for a long time but there is nothing to say. He walked past Xiaohan and walked in front of Feng Qingcang, pointing at him angrily, "Where did you get a son from here! Why don't you just ignore your son when he ridicules Mo'er like this?"
After you have a son, you forget your daughter? You are a typical patriarchal person!"
"Who said that this prince is his son?" Xiao Han's plump forehead wrinkled slightly.
"My eldest son? Since you claim to be my eldest son, you still say that you are not his son?" Feng Qingyu completely lost his previous calmness and once again focused his attention on Feng Qingcang, "If you don't want to see Mo'er, let you
If your son treats Mo'er like this, you can just say it and I will take Mo'er away!"
Feng Qingcang frowned lightly. Lan Yin, who was guarding the courtyard gate, quickly came over and explained, "Ninth Prince, you really misunderstood. He is indeed not the prince's biological son..."
Before he finished speaking, Feng Qingyu interrupted him again, "You are all people around this black fox, so of course you are talking to him! I'm afraid only Mo'er is stupid enough to believe what you say."
Xin Moer glanced at Xiaohan, and then at Feng Qingcang who was standing next to him. Under the sunlight, apart from their facial features, the two of them had similar facial features, and even their distant and cold expression seemed to be innate. Their moods
After a while, he quickly adjusted, stood up from the Taishi chair, walked to Feng Qingyu, and took the purse in his hand, "Uncle, I like your purse very much, thank you. It's here now.
It’s nap time, I’m going to rest, and you should go back to the palace early.”
She was worried that if Feng Qingyu continued to talk here and offended Feng Qingcang, he might be bedridden for another seven days after he went back, losing half his life.
When Feng Qingyu saw that she had collected his purse, the anger in his heart subsided a little, but it was not completely gone, "Are you afraid of that little devil?"
"What's scary about him is that he is just like me, with two eyes, one nose, and one mouth. He is not a savage beast or anything like that."
It looks more rosy and charming.
Feng Qingyu couldn't help but be distracted for a moment.
It wasn't until Feng Qingcang took the purse from Xin Moer's hand, put it in the palm of his hand, twisted it gently, and turned it into a pile of rags, that he came back to his senses and became furious again, "Why did you destroy this little girl?"
The purse that I gave to Moer?!"
"Didn't you see one on Mo'er's waist? There is no shortage of these things in my palace. Don't use these things to make people miserable. If you like to give them, give them something practical, such as gold, silver and jewelry.
, I believe Mo'er will like it more." Feng Qingcang said calmly, and then clapped his hands, as if the purse just now had stained his hands.
"Stinky fox! You go too far!" Feng Qingyu jumped angrily. Thinking of the purse, he felt heartbroken. He secretly asked the embroiderer to teach him, and it took him a month to embroider a decent one.
How could I not be angry that the finished product I ordered was destroyed by Feng Qingcang in the blink of an eye?
"I'm afraid your gold, silver and jewelry can fill half the house, right? You're not even willing to give me something more practical. It seems that your love for Mo'er is just lip service." Feng Qing
Cang seemed to be able to drive Feng Qingyu to a point where he was speechless and had no way to go every time.
Xiaohan looked at Feng Qingcang thoughtfully, then at Feng Qingyu, and then thought of Feng Qingcang's abnormality when Nangong Yun gave the bride price in the morning. A flash of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Xin Moer again
At this time, the hostility in his eyes slightly decreased.
"Who said that I can't bear to part with it? Even in this world, I don't take it seriously, let alone a few coins. But based on the relationship between me and Mo'er, talking about gold and silver is an insult to our relationship.
feelings."
"That means you don't like gold." Feng Qingcang didn't argue with him. He turned his attention to Xin Mo'er and asked her the question, "Mo'er, which one do you prefer, wallet or gold?"
Xin Moer chuckled and said without thinking, "Of course it's gold. Anyone who doesn't like gold is a fool."
Feng Qingcang spread his hands in front of Feng Qingyu, "Look, now even Mo'er says you are a fool. Don't give Mo'er any more messy things in the future. She doesn't need it. In this palace
Nothing is lacking.”
Xin Mo'er choked. She felt that Feng Qingcang's words were a bit unpleasant, and then she realized that she had been caught in his words.