Keep personnel [Zhou Sheng as before]

Feng Qiao talked with Xiao Yan all the way, and was taken to the side gate of the temple by him unknowingly. When she saw a luxurious carriage quietly waiting at the gate, she realized that it was time to say goodbye.

Although she was very reluctant to let go, she couldn't force her to stay, so in desperation, she had no choice but to cup her hands and said, "See you again."

"Wait a minute." Xiao Yan stopped her at the right time and asked, "Where does General Feng live now?"

Feng Qiao: "The Mansion."

He nodded in understanding, and wrote lightly: "Just on the way, my king will give you a ride."

After all, he got into the carriage first.

But Feng Qiao was still standing there, struggling.

In the past, she could rely on being the apprentice of King Xiao Nanchen and get close to him as a military adviser. When she was brave, she even dared to order him to do things, but now he has resumed his status as the second prince, and he is still Nan Xiao. Isn't it inappropriate for the second prince to ride in the same carriage with her, General Bei Chen?

Before she could come to a conclusion, the people in the carriage opened the door curtain and stared at her, "Could it be that General Feng wants me to personally help you up?"

"Nonsense!" Feng Qiao said urgently, "I have healthy limbs and flexible hands and feet, so I don't need help."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan glanced at her with a smile that was not a smile, and then sat back in the carriage.

Feng Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and then lightly stepped onto the carriage, raised the curtain to enter, and sat opposite Xiao Yan.

When the carriage started to move, she felt regretful that she should have easily fallen for his aggressive tactics.Although the carriage is spacious enough, it is a closed space after all. The lonely man and widow are in the same room, which is more or less overwhelming for her.

However, Xiao Yan suddenly said at this moment: "General Feng's hand is suitable for holding a sharp sword and holding a spear. If it is broken, it would be a pity."

Feng Qiao raised her eyes to look at him, and saw him staring at her with interest, and she looked at her fingers that were twisted together at some point, and she immediately looked embarrassed.

"I... my hands are itchy and I want to scratch them." The explanation without confidence was almost sophistry.

But Xiao Yan was still staring at her, his face hardly changed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth didn't hold back even a bit.Suddenly, he got up and sat next to her, holding her hand at the same time.

The sudden approach and contact aroused Feng Qiao's vigilance, she subconsciously shifted her body, her eyes were full of guard and uneasiness, "What do you want?"

"Didn't you want to touch this king's head?" Xiao Yan stared into her bright eyes, and said slowly, "Since your hands are itchy, this king will show kindness and allow you to be unrestrained once."

After saying that, he lowered his head slightly, and put his hand attached to her on top of his head.

Feng Qiao: "..."

The palm was inexplicably hot, and there was a novel and subtle feeling in my heart - a kind of satisfaction after the thought came true, slightly sweet.

She couldn't help but curled her lips into a snicker, and moved the palm covering his head, gently rubbing it back and forth.

Xu Shi thought it was fresh and fun, but she didn't let go of it for a long time, until Xiao Yan suddenly asked: "After touching it for so long, how does General Feng feel?"

Feng Qiao smiled and said: "It feels good in the hand, I want to touch it again after touching it."

Xiao Yan suddenly clasped her hand, looked up at her, "No one has ever dared to treat this king like this, you are the first."

His eyes were clear and menacing, and there seemed to be a faint sense of oppression. Feng Qiao's neck stiffened, and her speech became awkward: "I, I only... dared to do this with your permission."

Xiao Yan said again: "Not everyone can get this king's permission, but you are the first one."

When Feng Qiao heard this, her heart trembled suddenly.

What did he mean by that?

She wanted to find the answer from his eyes, but at this moment, the groom let out a long "sho" and reined in the reins.

"Your Highness, the Mansion is here."

Feng Qiao seemed to be pardoned, she hurriedly broke away from his big hand, said "goodbye", then hurriedly got out of the carriage, and left without looking back.

"Your Highness, this girl is very unfamiliar, who is she?"

Xiao Yan raised the door curtain and watched her enter the mansion. Hearing this, he said slowly: "She is...a pretty girl."

After finishing speaking, he didn't know what he thought of, he pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

Feng Qiao walked quickly all the way, and when she returned to the dormitory, she covered her hot cheeks and paced back and forth around the table to relieve her nervousness just now.

After the tense nerves finally relaxed, she felt annoyed again, why was he suppressed in a few words?Obviously, she had the upper hand in the bickering before.

Feeling depressed and angry, she subconsciously raised her fist and thumped the table heavily, "Xiao Yan, let me see you next time, I will definitely not make it easier for you!"

As soon as she gained momentum for herself, there was a knock on the door outside the room.She let go of her fist, went to open the door, and saw Mr. Wen Wen standing outside the door, she was a little surprised, "Third lady, why are you here?"

Jun Wenjun smiled and said, "I brought you clothes."

Only then did Feng Qiao realize that she was holding some clothes in her hands.

After asking Wen Wenjun to come in and sit down, she asked, "Are these clothes for me?"

"Yes." Jun Wen said, "I asked someone to make it for you a few days ago. I don't know if you like it or not."

Feng Qiao looked at the new clothes carefully, and when she heard this, she turned her head and smiled at Wen Jun, "I like it very much, thank you, Third Lady."

"As long as you like it." Seeing a bright smile on her face, Jun Wenjun also smiled, "Have you met the second prince as you wish?"

Feng Qiao nodded, "I see."

Ji Wenjun: "Do you like him?"

Unexpectedly, she would ask such a straightforward question, Feng Qiao was slightly taken aback, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

After struggling for a while, she finally decided to confess: "I'm not afraid of your jokes, in fact, I fell in love with him a few years ago, it's just..."

Jun Wenjun: "Just what?"

"It's just that he had already shaved his hair and became a monk at that time, and he had cut off the thoughts of the world of mortals. How dare I deviate from the rules? Now, although he has returned to vulgarity, he is the second prince of Nan Xiao. Don't say I am General Bei Chen, even if I am Nan Xiao Xiaoren, how dare you think about the noble and immeasurable prince?"

After finishing speaking, she smiled sourly, as if mocking herself.

It wasn't until now that she realized her heart: she really liked Xiao Yan, and in order to find him, she traveled thousands of miles to Nanxiao, and witnessed with her own eyes that he returned to the vulgar. For her, this was enough, as for getting him ——She never, nor dared to have such delusions.

She held back her tears and squeezed out a slightly stiff smile.

"What's so difficult?" Wenjun comforted her and said, "If your concern lies in the disparity in status, then I will accept you as a righteous daughter. With my family's prestige and status in Nanxiao, even if you marry the prince, You're not too tall."

"Third Lady!" Feng Qiao exclaimed in shock, "To be your adopted daughter is already my high ranking."

"I don't care." Wenjun Wen held her hand and said, "What I care about is whether you want it or not?"

Feng Qiao: "Of course I am willing, but..."

"That's enough." Jun Wenjun said, "Son, I've already thought of what you're worried about. If you trust me, just call me step-mother, or... just call me Aniang."

Feng Qiao had already forgotten how long she hadn't called "Mother". She thought that she would never have the chance to say it again in her life, but how could she bear to miss this opportunity given by God at this moment?

She opened her mouth slightly, and said two words cautiously: "Mother."

In the next moment, she was held in Wenjun's arms tightly.

"It's so good..." Wen Wenjun patted her on the back lightly, choking with sobs, "I have a daughter again, it's so good."

It was only when Feng Qiao heard the words that she realized that she wanted to seek a sustenance from her, so that they could be regarded as fulfilling each other.

very nice.