Outsiders also have golden fingers

Xiaojun suddenly seemed to have returned to the scary little dark room and his mother's hideous face when he was young.

There is also the nanny’s soft words and warm embrace. I wonder if my aunt can find out any news about her this time?

"Because my aunt has a loving mother's heart, she has a son named Xiaozhe in this life. According to Buddhist teachings, this is her blessing.

Because we all had bad outcomes in our previous lives, so we have this extra life to make up for all our regrets, right?

As for whether your aunt is your biological mother, I think you have already made up your mind.

If you think she is your biological mother, then she will be your biological mother for the rest of your life, so what if she is your biological mother?Some mothers are simply not worthy of being mothers!
Don't worry, Ling'er, this dream must still be there, and we will definitely have such dreams again in the future.

The lives in our dreams overlap, but they are separate dreams. Only when we put them together can we make a complete life.

Whenever we have such a dream in the future, we will tell each other in time, and we will always put that life together completely, and we can also avoid many tragedies in previous lives. "

Qing Ling nodded repeatedly, that was indeed the case.

The two also speculated on how Du Linghui, who grew up in the countryside, came to Beijing to marry the Duke of Ning Jiangsong as a legitimate daughter who had been passed away. There must be reasons they didn't know, and they must be careful.

They also unanimously decided to find a way to find out about Yan Chengfeng. He would never appear in the dream for no reason.

Xiaojun thought to himself that he must find out how he met Du Linghui and avoid him getting involved with Ling'er again. It was enough for him to protect Ling'er in this life.

Whether it is Ling'er who was smart and cute when he was a child, or Ling'er who is beautiful and self-possessed when he grows up, he only needs to protect him.

It wasn't until late at night that Xiaojun said goodbye and went to bed, that Qingling suddenly realized that she and Xiaojun had no intersection in the past life, so why did they both dream of the same past life, and each dream in its own way?
Could it be that they have known each other and become familiar with each other early in their lives, and have become very important people in their lives?

It must be so.

What kind of person is Yan Chengfeng?Xiaojun described him in the dream as a handsome, capable and affectionate young man.

She remembered that time a year ago, a group of them came to the farm together. When they were having dinner halfway, they met Yan Hongyun, the prince of the northwest prince, and his grandson. Later, she found out that the naughty kid was named Yan Ruhao.

Yan Chengfeng was called the eldest son, but he could not be the grandson. I heard that he was also the eldest son of his first wife. After his biological mother died, his father married the princess of the Chai family and gave birth to his second son, but he was snatched away by his half-brother. Passed away the position of grandson.

His life in the Yan family is not easy, right?

The current Chai family clan has no close blood relationship with the Supreme Emperor and Emperor Chengzong. Is the second son born to a princess of the clan worthy of the Northwest Palace giving up the eldest son of his original wife?

What's more, Yan Ruhao is also very arrogant, stupid and vicious. In comparison, Yan Chengfeng is many times better.

He and Du Linghui were two completely unrelated people, but they sounded like they had a close relationship. It was almost like heroes and beauties cherish each other. How did the two of them know each other?I’m really looking forward to what will happen next.

It wasn't until she lay down that she remembered something. She seemed to have forgotten to ask Xiaojun to draw two portraits. One was of Yan Chengfeng in her dream, and the other was of her when she grew up. She was looking forward to it.

The next morning, as soon as Xiaojun opened the door of his house after a dreamless night, Qingling appeared in front of him.

The spring morning is cold and miserable, but it is full of indescribable comfort and vitality. The light and delicate little face is red in the morning glow, and the eyes are as clear and translucent as the morning dew.Xiaojun thought of Du Linghui's desolate and ashes-like appearance in his dream, and felt very sorry for her.

He would do his best to protect such a good sister Ling'er, and would rather die than let her end up in that situation.

We must not watch helplessly like in the dream but be helpless. Even if we are a villain, we must protect her.

Qingling looked at Xiaojun. He gradually lost his youthful youthfulness, his body was no longer so thin, and the outline of his face became clearer and clearer. Although his appearance was changed, his delicate and rich eyebrows could not be concealed.

She suddenly remembered the poem "It's hard to give up on natural beauty". Thinking that this place is close to Maweipo, but also felt that it was unlucky, "unparalleled beauty" would be more appropriate.

With such nice weather, such beautiful spring scenery, and a gorgeous little brother, why not go for an outing on horseback? It would be a pity to stay indoors.

We'll talk about the portrait after they come back from shopping.

She was in a happier mood, with a smile on her little face that was gradually losing her baby fat, and directed everyone to prepare a sumptuous breakfast.

"Brother Xiaojun, let's go horse riding after breakfast. You can test my riding skills. Maybe you can't beat me!"

Xiaojun's eyes were full of smiles: "Okay, the weather is fine today. Let's bring some water and snacks and go a little further!"

Although she had to go back to the academy early in the afternoon, Ling'er was so interested that she really couldn't bear to let her down. At worst, she would rush back to Beijing overnight and enter the city as soon as the city gates opened tomorrow morning. She would definitely not be late.

"No, you have to go back to the college in the afternoon. It's not safe to travel at night. It's too late and you can't enter the city gate. We'll rush back for lunch, and you'll go back after dinner."

Sister Linger is always so considerate.

"Why don't we go back to Beijing together after lunch? Auntie misses you so much. I don't know how disappointed Xiaozhe is that you are not here today, Xiu Mu!"

Qing Ling shook her head: "It's okay, Xiaozhe, I entrusted it to Brother Fang. He has followed Mr. Cheng since he was a child and has seen all kinds of people. He has traveled to and from the capital alone several times. At a young age, he is witty, studious and very understanding of the world.

Xiaozhe has been well protected since he was a child, and his temper is too simple. This is not a good thing. Brother Yuan is usually fine, so I asked him to come over and spend more time with Xiaozhe when he is free in the afternoon.

Xiao Zhe spent his holidays either going up the mountain to see Nian, or looking for classmates nearby. He was no longer as clingy to adults as he was when he was a child.

Besides, my family is not as fast as Zhuangzi. I have only been here for a few days. Not only have I become more energetic in riding and shooting, but I have also become more and more proficient in driving!
I took a break from school for three years, not just to stay in the back house and embroider, but also to walk around and see more.

I rushed back before the next holiday. My grandfather was coming back soon, and I had to stay with him for a while. "

Xiaojun was convinced, yes, the master has been gone for more than two months. I really miss him and Uncle Du Feng. It’s time for them to come back!
The two made an appointment to wait until the Spring Festival to invite everyone to fly kites and fish by the Weihe River, and then each rode away on Juechen, singing and laughing all the way through the spring fields.

The happy time was always short, and it passed in a very busy morning. A sumptuous lunch had been prepared on the farm according to the taste of the two of them.

After the meal, Xiaojun rested for a while and prepared to return to Beijing. Qingling walked all the way to the outside of the farm, looking forward to:
"Brother Xiaojun, if you are free, can you draw two portraits for me? One is of Yan Chengfeng, and the other is what I will look like when I grow up."