Looking at Feng Lingxiao in front of him, Fang Ziye thought of that little person. Even if he didn't want to admit it, although the child was still young, he could see some of the shadow of the person in front of him in his eyebrows.

It's just that some people are destined to have a destiny but no fate. Some things that he couldn't think about before, he couldn't think about now. Thinking too much makes people more greedy. Now that he has a little treasure, he should be content.

With lowered eyelids, Fang Ziye suppressed the sadness in his eyes. There was a faint helplessness in his heart, and he sighed.

Such a slight change did not escape Feng Lingxiao's overly sharp eyes. There was doubt in his eyes when he looked at Fang Ziye, as if there was something he couldn't figure out.

Fang Ziye met Feng Lingxiao's eyes looking at him, and he didn't avoid it, letting him look at him.

Walking towards the table in the middle, Fang Ziye sat down on the stool. There were two teacups on the table. He reached out and picked them up, took a sip, and then asked, "Aren't there a lot of things going on in the court?"

Logically, this person should be in Fengdu at this time, why did he come to Nanyang.

"Don't worry." Feng Lingxiao had no expression on his face and sat down at the opposite seat.

After not seeing each other for some time, he always felt that Fang Ziye in front of him was a little different, but he couldn't remember. There were a lot of things to do in the court at this time. Why did he arrange everything there and bring his personal followers to follow him to Nanyang.

Now that he saw Fang Ziye, Feng Lingxiao had some answers in his heart.

The two were speechless for a moment, and silence spread between them.

"If nothing happens, I want to go to the room and rest for a while." After drinking two sips of water, Fang Ziye wanted to find a place to rest. After all, giving birth to a child has exhausted his body, and after rushing all the way back in the carriage, he also felt a little tired.

At this time, he didn't know how to face the person in front of him. This room was occupied by this person, so he might as well change to another one. Standing up from his seat, Fang Ziye was about to leave.

"Stay." Feng Lingxiao stretched out his hand and grabbed the hand of the person who was about to leave, and said.

The moment his hand was touched, Fang Ziye suddenly pulled his hand back, as if he was frightened by something, and he paused after doing this action.

Looking from the hand in mid-air to the person who was looking at him, Feng Lingxiao's face was expressionless and his eyes were cold. Fang Ziye knew that this person was really angry, and a trace of regret flashed through his heart.

"You stay, I'm leaving." Feng Lingxiao left a sentence and turned around to walk out. There was no expression on his gloomy face.

The people standing behind were left, watching the back of the departing figure, and Fang Ziye just stood there without moving.

The door was open and not closed. Ershun, who was still eager to protect his master, saw that the master left with a bad face. He came over to take a look and saw his master standing there, looking at the door. He knew that his master was like this because of the master again. "Master." Ershun walked in quickly and came to his master. "Master, Ershun has cleaned up the side room. You have been sitting in the carriage for so long. Why don't we go back to the room and rest for a while?"

This little slave who regards his master as the sky is still thinking about his master. As for the master, he has to stand back. If he was a little braver, he would have wanted to spit at the master.

Of course, this little slave is not so bold.

Seeing that his master didn't say anything, Ershun bravely helped his master out. He personally packed up the things in the side room, remade the bed, and lit a brazier inside.

After staying at Master Cao's house for so many days, the room was warm in the winter and he didn't feel cold at all. When he went out, he realized how cold it was outside.

Even with the brazier in this room, it wasn't half as warm as Master Cao's. Ershun, the little slave, went into the room with full of disgust. After helping his master lie down, Ershun carefully left so as not to disturb his master's rest.

When he lay down on the bed, he could only see the man's back as soon as he closed his eyes. He could only hear the sound of a child crying. He could not sleep well in his dreams.

When he woke up, there were two lines of tears in the corners of his eyes. He dreamed that his little baby was crying and looking for his mother. The man lying on the bed stared at the ceiling, tears flowing silently.

If they could act as if nothing had happened in the accident that night, when the child was born, he was forced to leave his child just a few days after the birth. Fang Ziye still resented this man in his heart.

Until the next morning, none of the people who left came back, and Fang Ziye didn't care much. Rather than regretting his decision to leave, he missed his infant more. Even the departure of Feng Lingxiao became less important.

They took the arranged carriage and went to the manor. Everything was arranged there, and it would be more comfortable than staying in Yipinzhai.

The horse hooves stepped on the green road and went to the manor in the suburbs. The man sitting in the carriage was still thinking about his little baby.

The child who had been making trouble for a few days finally stopped making trouble. Usually, the little baby was very acquainted with people and didn't want to be held by anyone. His mother was with him all day. I think the child knew that his mother was not around, and felt aggrieved. He refused to be held or coaxed by anyone. After Fang Ziye left, Xiao Baoer cried for several days.

The child is still young, but you can tell that he is very pretty. He will surely be a good-looking person when he grows up.

No one knows who the child's father is, and no one has asked Fang Ziye for such a long time.

Xiao Baoer is now the youngest child in the family, and the adults and brothers all love him.

Children without their mothers are pitiful, and Xiao Baoer is not like his own Lele, who would howl without even shedding tears when he cried. This child shed big tears when he started crying, and several people in the family took turns coaxing him for several days before they gave him some face and stopped him from crying so much.

Occasionally, she would sob a little, but she didn't cry loudly. She looked particularly aggrieved, which made Qi Wanfeng feel distressed. The two children lay together in the crib. Lele was more than two months older, while Xiaobao was only a few days old. They looked very different in size.

That day, Qi Wanfeng listened to his husband and put Xiaobao in Lele's crib. The two children slept together, and Xiaobao didn't cry so much. He would sleep for a while and wouldn't wake up after a while. As

soon as Xiaobao in the crib made a sound, Qi Wanfeng heard the sound and came over. Seeing the child crying after waking up, he reached out and picked him up, and asked with a smile, "Our little Bao is awake."

The little face was covered with tears, and he was still sobbing aggrievedly when he was picked up, and his little nose was red.

The other kid who was woken up in the crib, Xiao Lele, raised his eyelids and saw that the boy who came out halfway was trying to steal his mother again. He pursed his lips and reluctantly lent his mother to the boy first, then closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Cao Ruile, this kid, now sleeps when he is full and eats when he is full. His little body is getting stronger and stronger, but he doesn't like to move or talk. He will only cry when he is hungry and needs to poop or pee and no one cares about him, without even a tear.

"Little Bao, you must be hungry. Come, Aning, feed Little Bao." Aning brought the goat milk over, scooped the milk with a small spoon and fed it to the child's mouth. The child opened his rosy little mouth and drank the milk. As

soon as the milk entered his mouth, the child slurped it up, and refused to eat after a few mouthfuls.

"Little Bao, eat a few more mouthfuls." Aning coaxed the child in a soft voice, but failed to get the child to drink a few more mouthfuls. The child closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Little Bao eats many times a day and keeps asking for milk. Once he didn't eat more than two mouthfuls, he refused to eat again.

"When my An'an was little, he didn't eat as delicately as Little Bao. Lele could eat up this small half bowl at that time, and now it's even better. He can eat a full bowl and ask for more after he finishes it." Qi Wanfeng shook his head and smiled, saying.

Little Baoer was born to be pampered. Who wouldn't like such a pretty and delicate little Baoer? It's a pity that his mother is no longer around just a few days after he was born. He doesn't know when Fang Ziye will come back next time. Qi Wanfeng couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he thought of the people who left. He patted the sleeping little Baoer skillfully.

"Xuanxuan ate a lot at that time, and Xiaobaoer was spoiled by Ziyu." Aning listened and shook her head and smiled. Her eyes were full of pampering when she looked at the child.

"Yes, Ziyu spoiled Xiaobaoer. Who among us doesn't spoil our little Baoer? Don't you think so?" Qi Wanfeng spoke in a low voice, for fear of waking the child up and making a fuss again.

After putting the little baby back to sleep in the crib, Qi Wanfeng picked up his child who had woken up, rubbed his chubby face, and said, "Le Le, it's your turn to eat."

His own kid was good at eating and sleeping, so he didn't need anyone to take care of him. He just put him in the crib. When the child refused to get up, he would pick him up, turn him around, and put him back.

Now there was another little baby, and everyone's attention was on the little baby. The crying child gets the milk, that's the truth.

Fortunately, Cao Ruile was not a jealous kid. He didn't care whether anyone cared about him or not. Even if he was woken up by the little baby while sleeping well, his face was full of displeasure. Even when his mother fed him milk, he had no interest in the tasteless milk. No matter how unhappy he was, he still drank up the big bowl of milk he was supposed to drink.

"Xiangnan is right, he's like a little pig." Qi Wanfeng saw that the child fell asleep after eating and he didn't even walk around twice in his arms. His chubby little face was pouting in his sleep.

Aning took a look at Xiao Lele. He had never seen such an easy-to-take child.

A new shop had been found in the town. When the shop was ready, Aning would take the child back to the town. He would continue to make spicy hot pot in the town, and Xuanxuan would go back to school.

After disturbing Xiangnan and Wanfeng for so long, Aning wanted to go back to the town as soon as possible, but it would take some time, so he couldn't rush.

The days he spent in this small village with the child this winter were the best winter he had ever spent. He didn't feel any cold.

Winter is over, spring is here.