"Okay, take some back." Yunnuo greeted Thirty and brought some fish.

"Yeah." Feng Jing took the fish bucket and left Yan Guang.

"Wushuang, is there anything else she hasn't said?" Yunuo said with a cold face.

"The master himself is sinister, so why bother..."

"At the end of the day, she still refuses to say anything. Humph... I really don't know what she is thinking about." Yunuo waved her hand and closed the door.

Fengjing returned to Tingfeng and saw Fenglin waiting for her on the swing under the magnolia tree.

"What's wrong? You're still up so late."

Feng Lin heard Feng Jing's voice and put the Wangxin in his hand into his sleeve.

Feng Jing saw her move, but didn't say anything.

"Mother." Feng Lin felt a little guilty and stepped forward to salute.

Feng Jing handed the fish bucket to Lan Yi, "Aunt Yunnuo knows that you love fish, so she asked me to bring it to you."

"Oh? Hmm."

Feng Jing reached out and took off the magnolia leaf from Feng Lin's head, "It's getting late, go to bed."

"Yeah." Feng Lin left.

Lan stepped forward and said, "Sir, my lady's birthday is on a cloudy day. Do you want to prepare anything?"

"No, I've already prepared the gift." Feng Jing walked into Mei's room. Sitting on the bedside, looking at the magnolia outside, the first ray of sunlight shone into the window before she knew it, and Feng Jing stayed up all night.

When Lan came in, he asked, "Your Majesty, you're not asleep yet?" He opened the incense burner and poured out the ashes.

"Yeah." Feng Jing stood up.

Lan Yi stopped what he was doing and stepped forward to help Feng Jing. "Sir, you are not in good health. You still need to pay attention to rest."

"Well, have those fish been processed?"

"You just killed me this morning, do you want to make soup?" Lan brought the porridge.

"I'll do it myself." Feng Jing sat down and picked up the spoon.

"Yes." Step back.

Feng Lin was sitting in the pavilion of his hometown, looking at the pond under the pavilion, "Self-respect."

"Huh?" The self-respecting sword spirit fishing next to him looked back at her.

"Shouldn't I ask about things that my mother won't tell me?"

"Master Feng Jing has his own ideas, and he won't hide many things from you."

"But I have never heard my mother say anything about heaven. I'm afraid she will hide it from me until...I dare not even think about it."

"You'd better not make things complicated. Lord Feng Jing may be waiting for an opportunity, and maybe things will turn around."

"You just keep lying to me." Feng Lin stood up.

"Where are you going?" Zi Zi put down his fishing rod and followed Feng Lin.

"Cultivation is too boring, so go to Chang'an to see flowers."

The two of them hadn't arrived in Chang'an yet, but they heard someone quarreling in Guixu. Feng Lin held his self-esteem close to the grass and squatted down to take a look.

Li You and Li Yue were quarreling.

Li You threw away the medicinal materials in his hand, "Tell me, you know what's the use of holding that pipa, but you don't want to learn medical skills."

Li Yue held the pipa in her hand and pouted, not daring to speak.

"It's okay if you like music theory. As long as you work harder on your cultivation, I won't criticize you every day."

"I don't like it." Li Yue said aggrievedly.

"Don't like it? It doesn't matter whether you like it or not. You must learn this. Li Yue!" Li You was a little impatient.

"I know." Li Yue lowered her head and walked away.

"This child...hey..." Li You shook his head and kept on applying the medicine on his hands.

Li Yue was so angry that she ran to Yunya and cried. Feng Lin was a little worried and followed her.

By the time Feng Lin arrived at Yunya, Chunyang had already begun to persuade her.

"What's the matter? I just don't like practicing. Yin Yin is enough with you. I just like playing the pipa. What's the matter?" Li Yue said more and more outrageously.

"Okay." Chunyang handed her the handkerchief.

Li Yue took it.

"Auntie, it's also for your own good."

"But I really don't feel anything about cultivation, and my mother keeps comparing you to me. It's really annoying."

"Then just keep playing your pipa and I'll protect you, do you think that's okay?" Chunyang stepped forward and touched her head.

"Sometimes I wonder if my mother would have forced me like this if I was born in my mother's womb." Li Yue turned around.

"Why do you have such an idea?" Chunyang was surprised.

"If you think about it, Uncle Chun and Aunt Yang are very affectionate. The birth of my brother is just the icing on the cake. On the contrary, Yushan and I were both born from the tree in Jianlan Pavilion. There is a reason why our parents don't care about us."

"You! How old are you? You think blindly all day long." Chunyang patted her head gently.

Feng Lin chuckled and said to Zhizi, "Let's go."

"The girl looks happy."

"How to say it, you won't understand."

"?"

"Brother Chun's character is becoming more and more easy-going." Feng Lin deliberately changed the topic.

"Little master, what are you feeling?" His self-esteem was led astray by his success.

"Brother Chun is the eldest brother. He has a calm temperament. He is neither impatient nor impatient when things happen. He is also very easy-going. He is very suitable to be a manager. Compared with Brother Di, he is very serious. He talks about family rules every day, or he tries to stop us from doing bad things.

On the way."

"But Young Master Di Xi is also a good person."

"Brother Di, of course, is good, but sometimes he is annoying." Feng Lin said close to Zou Zi's ear.

"Well, it is indeed a bit uncomfortable for you kids, what about Mr. Kawazawa?" Self-esteem smiled maliciously.

"Of course Chuanze is the best among the brothers. He is gentle and kind to others, and..." Feng Lin's face turned redder and redr as he spoke.

"Okay, okay, I get it, Brother Kawasawa is the best." He couldn't help but laugh.

The two of them talked while walking.

When we returned to Tingfeng Pavilion, it was already noon.

Feng Lin went to Meishi first to say hello to Fengjing. But it seemed that Fengjing had gone to Chenyao Pavilion very early, so he went back to Lanshi to practice calligraphy.

Feng Jing didn't come back until three o'clock in the morning.

Feng Lin came out and just happened to see her coming back, so he went up to say hello.

"It's been a day of practice." Feng Jing touched her head, with distress in her eyes.

"I meditate for a while in the morning, and then practice calligraphy in the afternoon."

"Yeah." Feng Jing led Feng Lin into the plum room, sat on a wooden chair, and pressed his temples.

Feng Lin took the medicine from Lan Yi and said, "Mother."

Feng Jing took it, took a deep breath, and handed the empty medicine bowl to Lan Yi.

Lan Yi took the medicine bowl.

"Drink the fish soup for lunch."

"Well, it tastes good."

"I know you love fish, so you asked your aunt to go fishing in Taihu Lake herself."

"Um."

"Lin'er, don't you have anything to tell me?"

"What does mother want Lin'er to say?"

"The two of us are too cloudy, but what I want to tell you now is that I will go to heaven on cloudy days."

"Negotiating peace? Declaring war?"

"Both." Feng Jing looked at her.

"Is mother sure?"

"It's probably a declaration of war, so I'm here to ask you."
To be continued...