little princess

Outside, Fu Chongjiu was talking to Helian Kong when a sudden gust of wind made the fire sway.After the strong wind passed, Xiao Yu's growl like a beast suddenly came from inside the carriage.

Fu Chongjiu stood up abruptly, and muttered: "Could it be..."

At this moment, a few lights of fire floated in the darkness far away on the road.

The sound of hoofbeats came from far and near.

Fu Chongjiu and He Liankong looked intently, only to see several people on horseback hurrying towards their direction.The leader was riding a white steed, wearing a light blue cloak, and the white fur collar on the edge of the cloak set off an elegant and handsome face, floating like a fairy descending.

The man's horse stopped right in front of Fu Chongjiu and He Liankong, only a few inches away from crushing them, bringing a gust of cold wind.

Fu Chongjiu closed his eyes and opened them again, then said angrily, "Fu Bohou—"

As if he didn't hear Fu Chongjiu's words, the man asked firmly, "Where is he?!"

He Liankong next to him swept away his usual cynical look, quickly hid behind Fu Chongjiu, and pointed to the carriage tremblingly.

Fu Qian immediately left the two of them and walked quickly towards the carriage.

He got into the carriage, opened the curtain and saw Xiao Yu hugging a boy, crying softly.He walked over without thinking, pushed Xiao Yu aside, hugged the man himself, and laid him flat on the couch.

Xiao Yu wiped away his tears, collected himself, and said, "Mr. Fu, you are late, he has already—"

Fu Qian ignored him, took out a cloth bag from her bosom, unfolded it, and inside was a row of silver needles.He pierced the acupuncture points on the face and chest of the dead young man with silver needles. After a while, the young man's chest obviously rose and fell, and he stabbed in pain.

Xiao Yu watched from the side, slowly opening his eyes wide, his heart beating non-stop.

Fu Qian withdrew the silver needle from the boy's body, took off her cloak, wrapped the boy tightly, and hugged him in her arms, before carefully feeling for the pulse.

The man in his arms uttered a thin cough again, frowned, coughed lightly, and then a trace of dirty blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Fu Qian carefully wiped the dirty blood from the corner of the boy's mouth with her sleeve, and patted the boy's back lightly. Soon, more dirty blood flowed out, and the original jade-white sleeve soon turned black and red. one slice.

"Zhen'er, dad is here."

What responded to him was more and more dirty blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Just as Xiao Yu stared dumbfounded and felt joy in his heart, Fu Qian suddenly said, "Yuan Yu, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, and you need to find a place to stay. I will treat Zhen'er carefully."

Xiao Yu came back to his senses and said, "There is Zhuangzi not far to the east..."

This is the farm that Xiao Yu bought when he first came to Beijing.Since the autumn harvest was over when he came here, Zhuangzi didn't have much prospects, so he didn't pay too much attention to it, and only regarded it as his own private property in Beijing.There were not many people in the village, it was deserted, only a few tenant farmers stood by the fire in front of their houses.

And the yard where they stayed was a three-entry yard, which was originally prepared for the master, but because Xiao Yu had just taken over, and there was a snowstorm, there was no time to repair it, so it was very dilapidated and old everywhere.

At this time, small snowflakes began to fall in the sky.

Xiao Yu lay on the window, carefully looked into the room along the gap of the window, but the gap was too small, he could only see a white shadow when he tried hard, but he couldn't see the person on the bed inside.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Xiao Yu'er, what are you doing?!"

Xiao Yu was startled, jumped up and covered the mouth of the person behind him, and said in a low voice, "Don't make a sound."

However, it was already too late. The next moment, the door of the room was pushed open suddenly, and the man in white came out of the room, looking at the two standing by the door expressionlessly.

Xiao Yu covered Fu Chongjiu's mouth, both of them looked panicked.

Xiao Yu quickly let go of Fu Chongjiu, while he stood still obediently, and said softly, "Let me see how he is..."

Fu Qian suddenly pulled out the sword at her waist, and pointed at Xiao Yu with a flowing movement. Although her face was very calm, her whole body seemed to be murderous: "I don't want to see you for the time being, don't appear in front of me!"

"Pfft..." Fu Chongjiu covered his mouth and almost laughed out loud, but when he recovered, he found that Fu Qian's sword was pointing directly at him at some point.

"And you!"

The two nodded in unison like chickens pecking at rice.

"Let's go quickly!"

Fu Chongjiu dragged Xiao Yu back, and Xiao Yu looked at him unwillingly: "Mr. Fu, is he alright?"

Fu Qian looked at him with a calm expression. He is now over 40 years old, and the years seem to have left no traces on that man's face. This old man is awe-inspiring, and one cannot pay too much attention to his appearance.

Xiao Yu didn't dare to look into his eyes, so he could only lower his eyes, waiting cautiously for an answer.

However, the other party's answer was the door slamming shut.

Fu Chongjiu patted Xiao Yu's shoulder sympathetically: "You slept with his son, and you still expect him to give you a good face? It's fine if you don't hack you to death!"

Xiao Yu glanced at him, wanted to refute, but didn't know how to refute.

Fu Chongjiu said: "Don't be sad. You had a false alarm today, go and have a drink, we will calm you down."

Liu Wei opened his eyes, looking at the somewhat old bed curtains, not knowing where he was for a moment.But soon he remembered that he seemed to be dead...but why did he wake up again? !Could it be that he crossed over again?

He struggled to get up from the bed, the room was dimly lit, but it was enough to see what the room looked like, it was still the furnishings of a rich family, but they were all a little old.Liu Weixin said: As long as it's not the imperial palace, it doesn't matter what kind of family it is...

Just when he was immersed in the sadness of parting in the last life and the melancholy of the unknown in this life, the door opened, and a middle-aged man in white came in with a medicine bowl, but he had a nice and kind face .Liu Wei looked a little crazy, he didn't know that the other person walked in front of him, he still stared at the person's face blankly, until the other person sat down by the bed and rubbed his face with the hand that was not holding the bowl. After rubbing his head, he came back to his senses and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"You're awake," the man's voice was gentle and pleasant, "drink the medicine first."

Liu Wei nodded obediently, and wanted to reach out to take the medicine bowl, but the other party fed it to him himself.

After drinking the medicine, the other party reached out and patted Liu Wei's head, and said softly, "Is it bitter?"

Liu Wei felt his cheeks were hot, and quickly lay back: "It's not bitter."

"Then you have a good rest."

Liu Wei looked at the hem of the man's clothes, hesitated, and said cautiously: "Who are you...?"

The other party was silent for a moment, and then said: "I am your father."

"Father," Liu Wei turned over and looked at the man in a daze, only to find that the man was also looking at him, "Then who am I?"

The other party raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his smile was faint, but it was very good-looking.

Fu Qian pinched the young man's slightly thin cheeks: "You are Zhen'er, my son."

Liu Wei got the answer, closed his eyes in satisfaction, but suddenly thought of something, opened his eyes again in surprise: "Oh?!"

Fu Qian lowered her head, looked at Liu Wei's widened eyes with some doubts, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Liu Wei's voice was crying: "Father, may I ask if your surname is Fu Mingqian and the character Bohou?"

Fu Qian lightly smiled and said, "Zhen'er, how can you call Dad by his first name?"

Liu Weibian pursed his lips and said, "Father, I was wrong."

The other party smiled more lovingly: "Well, I will remember it in the future, and don't talk nonsense."

Liu Wei nodded: "Yes, my child remembers." As he spoke, he turned over silently, but his heart was churning in every possible way.

——Oh my God, so I didn't die, ah, not only did I not die, but I also met my father, and my father turned out to be so good-looking, so amiable, much better than the original one, la la la, so happy...

Liu Wei suppressed the little excitement in his heart and quietly turned over, only to find that the other party was still sitting by the bed and looking at him.

He pulled the quilt up with some embarrassment: "Father..."

The other party recovered from his contemplation, and said, "Did Dad bother you? Then I'll leave first, and you sleep well."

Liu Wei quickly grabbed the other party's sleeve and shook his head: "No, I'm so happy...Dad..." As he spoke, his nose became a little sore, and tears burst out of his eyes uncontrollably.

Fu Qian smiled, and reached out to wipe away the tears on Liu Wei's face: "Silly boy."

When Liu Weishen fell asleep, Fu Qian carefully helped Liu Wei arrange the quilt, stood up and put down the bed curtain, and left the room.

In his sleep, Liu Wei showed a sweet smile.

However, after a while, there was a faint sound in the room.

The window opened slowly, making a creaking sound, and a black figure jumped in from the outside lightly.

The black figure walked towards the bed silently, and lifted the bed curtain with one hand, revealing the face of the sleeping boy inside.

The young man still looked a little thin, his facial features were very delicate, but his complexion was not as pale as before, but like fine white jade, with two red clouds hanging on his cheeks, and his lips were not as bloodless as before, but It is light pink and looks like a flower. At this time, he is sleeping soundly, his long eyelashes tremble slightly with his even breathing, and his lips are slightly opened and closed, looking both innocent and charming pity.

Hei Ying stared at him obsessively, and couldn't help stretching out his hand, and lightly touched the man's cheek with his fingers, it was warm and very smooth and soft to the touch.So he bravely sat down by the bed, trying to lift the quilt to shake the man's hand.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched his hand into the quilt, the boy opened his eyes, with a look of horror on his face, and he was about to scream out.

The black shadow hastily covered the boy's mouth.

The author has something to say: Papa is here... The love between Xiao Yu'er and Xiao Weizi is still very long...