Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

On the snowy ground, one person and one horse moved forward slowly.

"Here we are, Senior Sister."

In front of the tall city wall, Wei Zi'an led the horse to a stop, and greeted the bulging mass on the horse's back.

"At your house?"

Fu Ling suddenly emerged from the snowdrift, shook her head, and the snowflakes scattered all over the place.

"No, we're in Dingshan County."

Wei Zi'an smiled and shook his head.

"Oh."

Fu Ling curled her lips and got off her horse.

"It seems to be dawn."

"It's already noon."

Wei Zian said angrily.

"Really……"

Fu Ling pretended not to hear, opened her hands, and breathed in the somewhat cold fresh air wantonly.

The noon sun did not add much warmth, and there were two or three pedestrians on the street, all of whom were wrapped in heavy cotton-padded jackets.

"Senior sister, do you think I will send you to my house first, or you play on the street for a while and I will look for you later?"

The two sat at the tea stand and ordered a pot of steaming tea.

"Why, you don't want me anymore?"

Fu Ling asked pitifully.

"I……"

"Haha, I'm kidding you."

Fu Ling chuckled, "Go and do your own business. When it gets dark, I'll go to your house and look for you."

"Do you know where my home is?"

Wei Zian asked curiously.

"Naturally know."

Fu Ling put on an inscrutable look, and waved her hand casually, "Go quickly."

"it is good."

Wei Zian nodded, rode on the steed, and left the tea stand.

"Girl, is this your husband?"

The shopkeeper joked with hot tea.

"No, it's my younger brother."

Fu Ling raised her head proudly, "By the way, shopkeeper, do you know where Wei Zian's home is?"

As the saying goes, there is a mouth under the nose, Fu Ling's moves are very simple, so naturally ask if you don't understand.

"Isn't that the second young master of the Wei family? Just walk along this street."

The shopkeeper put down the teapot with a smile.Wiping her hands with the white cloth around her waist, she shook her head and said, "A few days ago, the eldest lady of the Wei family came back, and she still drank the old man's tea."

"Could it be Wei Xinxue?"

Fu Ling's eyes lit up, and she became interested immediately.

"The girl knows Miss Wei? Let me tell you, I watched her grow up..."

……

Murong Mansion.

After the New Year's Eve, old peaches were exchanged for new talismans, and the scenery of Murong Mansion took on a new look, even the water in the fish pond was changed.

"Miss, what are you doing here?"

Qing'er squatted down and looked curiously at the beautiful woman sitting on the bench.

"Drawing."

Murong Ya turned her head and gave her a look, as if looking at a fool.

Qing'er: "..."

"No." Qing'er's face froze, and she quickly explained: "I mean, why is Miss painting at the door at this point, it always feels weird."

"I don't let people paint anymore..."

Murong Ya muttered something, holding on to the paintbrush for a long time.

I can't draw it, the vermilion gate is half finished, but I always feel that something is missing.

Tread-

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes came from a distance.

Murong Ya stood up abruptly, and let the paintbrush rub the snow-white plush cloak all the way down, drawing a dazzling red line.

"What's the matter, ma'am?"

Qing'er asked in surprise, it's been a long time since she lost her composure, and I remember the last time I saw her was the last time.

"He is back."

Murong Ya clasped her hands in front of her chest, stood on tiptoe and looked out.

"in the air……"

"You won't say that there is his smell in the air?"

Qing'er said in a bad mood.

"There is clearly a fishy smell in the air."

Qing'er sniffed, her expression changed, and she pinched her nose in disgust.

"Young Master Wei, do you need to feed your horse?"

At the door, the guard in charge asked.

"Thank you."

Wei Zi'an nodded with a smile.

"Really come back?"

Qing'er turned around in a daze, and sure enough, she came to the handsome man in white.

Could it be that the lady has a dog's nose...

Murong Ya stepped forward and looked at Wei Zi'an carefully.

"Don't know?"

Wei Zian stretched out his hand with a smile, messing up Murong Ya's well-dressed hair.

Under the warm sun, white clothes meet white skirts, like a pair of lovers.

"Tired?"

"Traveling in mountains and rivers, where is the fatigue?"

Wei Zian stretched out his hand with a smile, and handed out a wooden box.

"Wooden velvet flower, from the millennium."

millennium?

Murong Ya's beautiful eyes widened, and she reached out her hand to cover her red lips.

"Trouble."

"Should be of some help."

Wei Zi'an was all smiles, seeing Murong Ya's faint smile, he felt that everything was worth it.

"Don't ask me to come in and sit down?"

"No one stopped you."

Murong Ya rolled her eyes, and casually handed the wooden box containing wood velvet flowers to Qing'er.

"I'm back, Young Master Wei~"

Qing'er waved her hands awkwardly, always feeling that she was a little redundant.

"Long time no see, Qing'er."

Wei Zi'an said softly.

It's only been half a month... Qing'er smirked, "Miss, do you want your painting?"

"No, I drew it by hand."

Murong Ya shook her head, and walked towards the hall together with Wei Zi'an, only Qing'er was left in a mess in the wind
Didn't this take three days to paint, if you say no, you don't want it?

Qing'er sighed, in order to prevent Miss from regretting, she carefully put away the painting.

in the hall.

Murong Yunhai sat on the chair and dozed off.

As a dissipated retired general, his old age is so comfortable and comfortable.

"Zian is back..."

Murong Yunhai rubbed his cloudy eyes, and with a wave of his hand, the tea on the table was steaming hot.

"uncle."

Soon, the two came to the hall, just in time to see the hot water boiling.

My uncle is still good to me.

"came back."

Murong Yunhai smiled and said, "Take a seat quickly."

"How is this trip, is it dangerous?"

Just as Wei Zi'an was about to speak, Murong Yunhai waved his hand and said, "Needless to say that nothing happened, just tell the truth."

Seeing this, Wei Zi'an had no choice but to nod, and picked out some to tell Murong Yunhai.

"In the future, don't do this anymore."

Murong Ya bit her red lips lightly, and tightly clenched her small hands together. Although Wei Zian said it was calm, the truth is definitely not the case.

"It seems to be rewarding."

Murong Yunhai praised: "Good job."

"It's just that there is one thing, I don't know whether to say it or not?"

Wei Zian was taken aback for a moment, raised his hand and said, "Uncle, it's okay to say."

"Among the apostles, I heard that a messenger died. I wonder if it has something to do with you?"

"It should be counted."

Wei Zian hesitated a little, "I did see him rising, but it has nothing to do with me,"

"Are you sure he's really dead?"

Murong Yunhai slapped the table and asked excitedly.

"died."

"it is good!"

Murong Yunhai laughed loudly, "Stay for dinner tonight!"