From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 839

While the Ye family was preparing to leave at home, the Jiangnan Feng family was also making preparations.

After Feng Chiyuan discussed with his brothers in the family, he also started to rescue the soldiers and horses to meet the soldiers and horses chasing the emperor.

Regarding Feng Junran, Feng Chiyuan also sent a letter. Among the Feng family, Feng Junran is the most powerful young general, and this young man is naturally indispensable on the battlefield of rebellion.

When Feng Junran received the letter, he was watching the little girl happily playing in the garden of Ye's family. Ye Xiyou and Ye Yuanshan went to the outskirts of the military camp to assemble a team. He still had time to stay with the little man, quietly .

Fang Ziyi packed the last things, then wiped the sweat off his head, and walked out slowly.

The little girl giggled and giggled from the garden in the backyard. After thinking about it, she walked over slowly.

Ye Xiaoxiao looked up at the luxuriant wisteria trellis above her head, her dark peach eyes stared at the patches of purple without blinking, and the dark eyes also reflected the dark color of the wisteria, which made her look even more beautiful.

And Feng Junran sat quietly on a stone bench at one side, with teapots and cups on the table, the young man sat there quietly, playing with the teacup with his fingers, as the breeze came, several petals folded and rolled down, one of them The flowers gently fell into the teacup, and when tapped on the warm tea, bright yellow ripples appeared.

Ye Xiaoxiao was crying, and ran back shaking her little arms and legs, and was about to pick up the cup to drink tea, but was replaced by the boy, who poured a new cup and handed it over.

Ye Xiaoxiao gulped it down with a smile, looked up at him with a smile on his face, and the young man softened his eyes, and looked at her with his slender eyes, as if even the air was filled with sweet Nothing.

Fang Zizhen watched quietly, which reminded her of another era thousands of years later, in that era, Feng Junran was always serious, even very strict with Xiaoxiao, let alone like this Such a soft look.

Fang Ziyi thought for a while, and leaned over full. The young man picked up the teacup, not minding the wisteria petals floating in it, lowered his head, and sipped it in small sips. The posture of drinking tea can make people drink very elegant.

"I want to talk to Xiao Xiao alone."

Fang Ziyi walked in front of the young man, even though the current Feng Junran didn't seem much older than herself, she still felt that this moment was just like her previous life, and it still caused her a great sense of oppression, making her only desperate Only by breathing slowly can you adjust your flustered heart.

Feng Junran glanced at the person indifferently, and then at Xiaoxiao, seeing that he didn't reject him, he said indifferently: "You can do whatever you want."

Even the way of talking is exactly the same as that man?

Fang Zizhen frowned slightly, turned to look at the little girl beside him, and said with a smile: "Xiao Xiao, shall we go back to the house and talk?"

Ye Xiaoxiao nodded, she felt inexplicably close to this sister-in-law, and she even regarded Feng Junran as a villain who bullied her.

Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't help smiling, and followed Fang Ziyou slowly back to the room.

After closing the door tightly, Fang Ziyi looked at the little girl in her teens, and couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Xiao, do you know the Chengnan Orphanage?"

Ye Xiaoxiao was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help staring up at Fang Ziying with her eyes wide open. After a while, she shook her arms, slowly sat on the garden pier, and said, "Sister-in-law...you, you came from time travel. Is it?"

"Xiao Xiao, do you remember when you were six years old? At that time, there was a person who liked to pick flowers for you, but your favorite was only wisteria."

"You...you are that sister Hua!"

Ye Xiaoxiao's eyes widened. She was only six years old at the time and couldn't remember other people's names at all, but there was an older sister who sent her flowers every day, so she nicknamed her Sister Hua.

Fang Zizhen couldn't help smiling, and stretched out his hand to rub her head: "Xiao Xiao, we meet again."

Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't help but get excited too, how could it not be happy to meet someone from the same age and the same orphanage in ancient times?

So the two couldn't help but sit down holding hands, whispering for a while.

At first, Feng Junran was still a little worried, but knowing that soon after he heard the people inside laughing and joking, he lowered his head in peace of mind, took the book from the servant, and read it bit by bit.

"Brother Feng is very interested."

Ye Xiyou walked over slowly with his hands behind his back, looking from a distance, he could see the backs of two women giggling and laughing through the open wooden lattice window.

The man couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, and sat down slowly.

"Of all the plants, our little one likes wisteria the most."

Ye Xiyou poured hot tea for the young man. The two were both generals, and they were quite similar in temperament and temperament.

"I also like wisteria the most." The boy took the teacup unceremoniously and drank it slowly.

Ye Xiyou smiled, looked up at the wisteria flowers covering the sky above her head, and couldn't help but said: "At first, I planted them for my sister, but later on, I also think this flower is really beautiful."

Feng Junran raised his eyebrows and looked over: "Why?"

"Isn't there a poem? The wisteria hangs on the cloud tree, the flowers and vines Yiyangchun, the dense leaves hide the singing birds, and the fragrance and wind leave the beauty."

Ye Xiyou read word by word, his gaze was entangled in the lush and lush wisteria, and there was a strange look in his dark eyes.

"I also have people I want to keep!"

When the flowers fell, the wind suddenly picked up, and the dense green leaves rustled in the north wind, and the clusters of wisterias swayed with the wind, and the delicate flowers broke free from the shackles of the branches, and fell down one after another, like a leaf. The beautiful sea of ​​purple flowers surrounded two handsome men.

The servants looked at it with right eyes, their young master was already handsome, and this Feng family's young master was even more handsome, against the flourishing sea of ​​flowers, it seemed like the most beautiful picture scroll in the world.

The people who came and went were almost stunned, but the two people sitting quietly in the painting just looked at each other and smiled, and continued to drink tea with their heads down.

To love wisteria is not only to love its luxuriance and beauty, but also to make that person stop and look back.

One glance is enough for everything.

Feng Junran couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth. He was in a good mood today. When he was young, he was under his nose all the time, and he could still meet a confidant. The greatest happiness in life is nothing more than this.

The slender eyes swept over the water in the cup, and saw the purple petals falling continuously. After a while, the fragrant tea leaves revealed a bit of floral fragrance, and even the stone table was covered with wisteria petals. When the wind blows, the petals Rolling and rolling, finally rolling off the table, lingering at people's feet, unwilling to leave for a long time.

The wisteria hangs on the cloud tree, the flowers tend to spring in Yiyang, the dense leaves hide singing birds, and the fragrance and wind leave the beauty.

He, Feng Junran, also has people who want to stay.

(End of this chapter)