Chapter 257 Fireworks In Winter (Ⅰ)

Murong Jingxuan stared at the fireworks in front of him. They were freshly developed by the Qixing Hall this year. In the past, the colors of the fireworks were single, but this year, the fireworks were rare and seven colored.

The fireworks were very common in the Donghe Kingdom. But the common people only saw one color, and the fireworks had almost become a rare thing in the ordinary people's lives.

Looking at the fireworks in front of him, the smiling face of Qingyan came to his mind firstly. But then, a bitter smile crept up the corners of his mouth. How could such an aloof and proud girl love such things.

Maybe she would like it?

An inexplicable feeling surged in his heart when Murong Jingxuan thought of this. It seemed that he had been busy with other things recently, and he hadn't seen the girl for a long time.

Would she be as eager to see him as he was now?

Seeing the changing expressions on Murong Jingxuan's face, Fengshuang knew what he was thinking. He must be missing Qingyan.

"Shizi, if you really want to see Miss Qingyan, you can directly go to the Jiangjunfu." Taking a glance at him, Fengshuang continued, "maybe Qingyan wants to see you as well."

Murong Jingxuan shook his head. "I know her too well. Why would she miss me? She must have forgotten me for all these days."

Looking at the upset expression on Murong Jingxuan's face, Fengshuang didn't know what to say. She had seldom seen Murong Jingxuan being like this. Murong Jingxuan used to be alone, but after meeting Su Qingyan, he seemed to be different.

The smile on his face became more. He was no longer the playboy he used to be. He was no longer the playboy who enjoyed playing by the brothel.

But they knew that everything was changing quietly.

"Fengshuang, do you really think Qingyan w

went to inform Murong Jingxuan.

Qingyan opened the album, and found that it was all about Murong Jingxuan. She grabbed the album with one hand.

''Murong Jingxuan, I hope you can understand, ' Qingyan thought.

When Zizhu came in, she saw the happiness on Qingyan's face. She didn't know what had happened to Qingyan.

"Miss, if there is nothing important today, I will ask for a leave for a period of time." Zizhu walked to Qingyan and said seriously.

Looking at her, Qingyan asked in surprise, "did something happen, Zizhu?"

"I received a letter from my brother. He said that my mother was ill, so he asked me to look after her for a while," Zizhu replied, shaking her head.

Qingyan looked at Zizhu and nodded earnestly. Zizhu was the child of her family. Her mother used to serve for the Jiangjunfu, and then she was sent back by Suyun at an old age and bought yher a house in the Capital City.

At the thought of this, Qingyan took out a silver from the drawer and put it in Zizhu's hand. "Take these silver and look after that Mammy carefully. Don't make her feel hurt."

Feeling the weight on her hand, Zizhu nodded earnestly. "Don't worry, Miss. I'll take good care of mother."