When Fu Xueyan enters the house, Qiao Wei just spreads rice paper to let the child practice calligraphy. Jing Yun sits down obediently. Wangshu's little butt looks like a top. Turn left and right, but she can't sit down. Qiao Wei presses her on the chair.

Wang Shu couldn't move. He took up the brush and began to draw red.

Fu Xueyan stood at the door, silent, but Qiao Wei saw her.

Qiao Wei's eyes are cold. She tells her two children to practice calligraphy and steps out of the room.

As soon as she left, Wangshu handed her little white paper to her brother: "Hey, hey, hey..."

Two people went to the study, Qiao Wei half closed the door, opened the skylight and said frankly: "I remember I seem to have said, don't appear in front of me again, it seems you have forgotten."

"I have something to do with you." Fu Xueyan said lightly.

Qiao Wei seems to have heard some big joke: "do you want me to have something I have to listen to?"

Fu Xueyan's eyelashes trembled, lowered his eyes and said softly, "when do you plan to release Mu Qiuyang?"

Qiao Wei sneered and said, "what's the matter with you? You are not a member of the Ji family or the royal family for a long time. They have betrayed each other. Are you still qualified to take care of our enmity with muwangfu? "

Fu Xueyan didn't argue with Qiao Wei, but said in a soft voice: "Wang Ye, he Just a son. "

Qiao Wei's mind changed for a while, and she came back to her taste: "did the Lord come to you as a lobbyist? No wonder binger was asked to pack up his things and send them to you last night. I thought he was really kind-hearted and afraid that you would suffer from hunger and cold in the palace. "

Fu Xueyan did not speak.

Qiao Wei looked at her and said, "Fu Xueyan, I really can't understand you. The Ji family is so good to you, so you want to betray the Ji family. I don't know if the royal family is good to you. But since you have chosen to betray the royal family, why do you want to accept the request of the Lord and come to be his lobbyist? Are you a wallflower? "

Fu Xue said: "it doesn't matter what I am. When do you release people?"

How could we possibly let people go? It's not easy to have such a card to hold down Lord Mu's house, so we hand it over. Who can guarantee our safety in yeluo? Do you like it? Fu Xueyan

Fu Xueyan was speechless for a moment.

Qiao Wei turned her face and stopped looking at her: "you go, don't waste your time. No matter what you say, I won't agree, not only because we need the hostage, but also because the person asking is you. From the moment you betrayed Ji's family, you should know that there is no room for negotiation between you and me. "

Fu Xueyan's look passed a trace of loneliness: "I know."

Said, slowly out of the study.

The sunlight outside the house is a little harsh.

She raised her hand and covered the top of her head with a flash of light. As she walked towards the courtyard gate of fangcuiyuan, she saw bing'er sitting side by side with the Lord on the stone. The man was dressed in a black robe and was as tall and straight as pine and bamboo. Beside him, the girl was dressed in a soft pink waist skirt with a clear smile.

This scene is more dazzling than the sun.

"You said that mule was nice to your sister?" The Lord asked incredulously. His voice was not as deep and magnetic as Ji Mingxiu's, but it had a warm and clean taste, like the afternoon sun and the stream of the mountain stream.

Bing'er's little ears are red. She was born as a slave. She hasn't been treated as approachable as that young master. He has a different kind of tenderness. Even if his face stinks, it can still warm people's heart.

He peeled an orange and handed it to her.

Bing'er shyly took it in her hand and ate a piece. From mouth to heart, it was sweet: "yes, Shizi loves her sister very much."

The archdeacon cut: "how can it be? He caught your sister several times! It's not that you are wise and powerful. Your sister has been arrested many times! "

Bing'er's eyes were bright and could not hide his joy and adoration and looked at him: "the Lord of the cult is really powerful."

The master straightened up: "of course! Do you eat dry food when you are the sacrificial priest of the Yin nationality? It's not my boast. Just your son's skill is not enough for me! I just slapped him and he flew away. "

Master Mu Qiuyang, who has been photographed for countless times, has the audacity to say.

Bing'er said enviously: "Shizi's martial arts have few rivals among his peers. I didn't expect that he was still not the opponent of the cult master."

The master shook his head and said, "that's right! Who told you to beat your sister? I'll teach him a lesson for your sister! "

Bing'er opened her eyes in surprise: "are you wrong? The son of the world likes his elder sister so much. How can he beat her? "

The archdeacon turned black: "it's not my own sister. How much do you like it?"

Bing'er murmured: "because I'm not my own sister, I really like it..."

The voice of this sentence is so small that it can hardly be ignored, but the two of them are sitting close to each other, and the Lord can still hear it clearly.

The archdeacon looked at her, frowned strangely and said, "what do you mean?""Nothing." Bing Er smiles, as if she doesn't want to continue this topic. Mei Mou turns around and says, "do you like my sister?"

The LORD made a big red face: "who, who said that? How can I like that kind of female nocturnal fork - "

Fu Xueyan just passed him after he said the word" fork ".

He was stunned for a second. Then he jumped up as if he had been struck by thunder. Embarrassed, he pretended to be calm and said, "come out so soon? What did you say to Mu yecha? "

Fu Xueyan buried his fingers in his warm hands tightly. Without looking at him, his eyes fell on a weed in front of him: "Bing Er, come here, I have something to say to you."

Bing Er takes a look at the Lord.

The master touched his nose and gave way in silence.

Bing'er sighed in disappointment and went to the other side with Fu Xueyan.

The archdeacon did not dare to move. He raised his ears to hear what they said, but found that he could not hear a word at all.

"Sister." After the rockery, Bing Er lowers her head and stares at the ground under her feet in fear.

If Fu Xueyan's eyes fell on her face, her cheeks became hot instantly. She bit her lips and swept her eyes up, but inadvertently swept Fu Xueyan's stomach. It was also a cape and a warm hand. It was covered tightly. If you look carefully, you can still see something.

She looked up in amazement: "sister, you Pregnant? "

Fu Xueyan's eyes moved.

"Is it the third Highness's?" Bing Er asked cautiously.

"Do you wish it was his highness three?" Fu Xueyan asked.

Bing'er lowered her eyebrows and said, "after my sister is Feng Xue, she was born to be a queen. Of course, I hope this child belongs to her third highness."

Fu Xueyan said, "it's Ji MINGYE."

Bing er's face turned white.

Fu Xueyan has no second words, holding warm hand Wu, lightly left.

After listening in the yard for a long time, the archdeacon didn't hear anything. Benxiangguang (steal) Mingming (steal) came over (touch) big (touch). But as soon as he moved, Fu Xueyan came out of the rockery.

He was too busy to catch up.

Fu Xueyan got into the carriage.

He also wants to go up, and is stopped by Xiuqin.

He stamped his foot, grabbed the window of the carriage, opened the curtain very rudely and said, "why don't you leave without saying a word? I've been looking for you for so long, that's how you So... "

My Lord is poor in words.

Fu Xueyan pulled back the curtain and said, "go."

The carriage left.

"Don't go! You come down, I haven't finished yet

"Come down here!"

"Hello

"What's the matter with you?"

"You stop!"

The master chased him all the way. At first, he could get a picture of the door. Then the carriage went out of the palace. The faster he walked, the faster he broke his legs. He was left far away.

He stood alone on the street corner, looking at the disappearing carriage at the end. Somehow, he wanted to cry.

The archdeacon went back to fangcuiyuan dejectedly.

Bing'er cooked a pot of fresh fruit tea and was about to send it to the two children. However, she saw him come back in frustration. She didn't even find herself walking by her side. She turned around and stopped him and said, "Mr. priest, I've made tea. Do you want some?"

"You don't want to talk to me," he said

Bing ER was stunned.

The archdeacon's nose was sour: "aren't you her sister? I've been so kind to you. She still ignores me. I don't want to be nice to you. "

Bing er's heart Lightning flashed by.