The carriage was clattering on the bluestone street. The sun was shining brightly outside. Although it was still chilly in early spring, people came out of their houses and walked onto the street. The streets were lined with small stalls, and the shouts kept coming and going. The various intertwined sounds came into the ears from the window. The people in the carriage were not very curious about the sounds outside.

The curtains in the carriage blocked the view of outsiders, and an independent little world was formed inside.

The pleasure of lips and teeth touching and moistening each other made people shudder down their spines, and the thoughts in their hearts arose, wanting more. When his lips were released, Fang Ziye could only lean on Feng Lingxiao's arms and pant continuously, his face was stained with two blushes, which was very beautiful.

"Do you like me like this?" Feng Lingxiao's hands were still hugging the person in his arms, and he didn't let him go. He looked down at his blushing face, and his eyes lingered from his moist eyes to his swollen lips. His eyes became a little darker, and his voice was indescribably hoarse and low. He asked along the back of the person in his arms, stroking back and forth on his back, helping the person in his arms to breathe.

Hearing Feng Lingxiao's words, Fang Ziye raised his eyelids, glanced at him unhappily, and didn't know what to say.

"I like it very much." After being glared at, Feng Lingxiao smiled instead, with the corners of his lips raised, and even his eyes were filled with smiles.

The burning breath hit his ears, and Fang Ziye leaned in Feng Lingxiao's arms, with his head lowered, and his domineering hands on his waist clasped him, and he had no intention of letting him go. He just leaned in this broad chest, with an empty mind, not thinking about anything.

After returning to Fengdu, the days passed in a daze. Fengdu was cold in early spring, and he fell ill after returning. He didn't even go out of the house, and stayed in that small yard for so long. He was brought out by Feng Lingxiao today. Although he was out, he was too tired to move. If he didn't lean on this broad embrace, he wouldn't even have the strength to support himself. He just wanted to lie on the bed and sleep all day.

In a deep sleep, time was not so unbearable. He could still dream of his little baby.

A trace of sadness flashed in his lowered eyes.

The hand holding the person in his arms tightened. Although Fang Ziye didn't say it, Feng Lingxiao could feel his unhappiness. For some reason, he always had a feeling in his heart that if he let this person go, he would run away far away and never come back.

This inner anxiety made him want to hold this person by his side, tightly in his arms, and not let him escape from his sight.

The low-profile carriage entered Yipinzhai from the backyard without attracting attention. The shopkeeper had been waiting here for a long time and arranged for their master and this noble man to go upstairs together and enter the compartment with the best view.

From this position, they can see below, and it is not easy for people below to see them.

"Sit down." Fourth Master Feng lent a hand and helped Fang Ziye sit down, without the need for the little servant beside him to support him.

Ershun was driven out of the door outside, his mouth clenched and he was about to cry.

The shopkeeper downstairs knew that their master came here with this gentleman to listen to Journey to the West. Today, the storyteller had finished the latest chapter, so he asked the person downstairs to tell the story again from the beginning, starting from the first chapter.

"...Since Pangu broke through the world of Hongmeng and created the world, the world was divided into four continents..." The storyteller downstairs told the story. There was a country overseas in Dongsheng Shenzhou, and there was a mountain near the sea, called Huaguo Mountain.

On the top of the mountain was a fairy stone, which had been there since Pangu created the world. It was nourished by the essence of the sun and the moon, and a fairy fetus was born inside it, and a stone monkey was born.

There were various snacks on the table, and warm tea was placed at hand. The person sitting on the chair listening to the story was so engrossed that he even forgot to drink the tea at hand. Fang Ziye knew that Xiangnan had published a Journey to the West and was talking about it upstairs. The story was given to him, but he hadn't read it yet when Feng Lingxiao brought him here. When he

heard that the stone monkey was suppressed under the Five Fingers Mountain, Feng Lingxiao's eyes deepened.

He listened to Journey to the West differently from Fang Ziye. When he heard a story, he listened to the deeper meaning, not just the superficial story.

"Ziye, we'll stop here today. If you want to listen, I'll bring you here tomorrow." Feng Lingxiao saw that the man yawned twice and even squinted his eyes. He knew that the man was tired, so he asked, "Do you want to eat something here and go back, or go back and eat something else?"

It was almost time now. After eating something and taking a nap, half a day would pass.

Fang Ziye was really tired. Hearing Feng Lingxiao's question, he shook his head. He had no appetite and didn't want to eat.

After being interrupted, he didn't want to listen anymore and wanted to go back to the house to lie down.

"Let's eat something here, and I'll take you back. I have something to deal with later, and I'll see you later." Seeing Fang Ziye shaking his head, Feng Lingxiao was worried that if he sent him back, he would fall asleep if he didn't keep an eye on him.

He left someone in the small courtyard to watch Fang Ziye, and everyone would report this person's every move to his desk every day. If things weren't too busy, he would like to spend more time with this person.

Exquisite delicacies were placed on the table. After drinking two mouthfuls of porridge, Fang Ziye could not eat any more.

On the way back, the carriage was shaking. He leaned on Feng Lingxiao's arms, smelled the familiar smell on his body, and his heavy eyelids drooped. As soon as he closed his eyes, Fang Ziye fell asleep. When the carriage stopped, the sleeping person did not open his eyes. He was wrapped in a cloak and carried down from the carriage. He was unconscious.

Feng Lingxiao carried the person into the house, gently carried the person to the bed, and glanced at the little slave waiting on the side. Er Shun was allowed to approach his master and serve him carefully. The master stood by and stared at him closely.

"Take good care of your master." Feng Lingxiao said this lightly, with full of majesty. He glanced at the little servant who dared to be angry but not speak. Because of the little servant's loyalty and protection, he did not replace the little servant.

"Yes!" Ershun bowed and stood in front of the bed and replied.

No matter how much he complained in his heart, Ershun did not dare to behave in front of this master. After all, he was afraid of this master. His thoughts could not escape the eyes of Master Feng Si. Feng Lingxiao would not bother with a little servant.

The people in the small courtyard were replaced by a group of people at some point. The original servants were replaced, and only a few familiar people were left in this room. There were secret guards all around. Without the nod of this gentleman, not even a fly could fly into this small courtyard. Naturally, the people inside could not leave without the consent of this gentleman.

Feng Lingxiao led his people to quietly leave the small courtyard, just as he quietly entered the small courtyard from outside, and the people behind him caught up with him.

A carriage outside left with a clatter, and the gentleman also left.

The man on the bed didn't know what he dreamed of. Two lines of tears slid down from the corners of his eyes, and his pale face was indescribably sad. The little slave who was kneeling in front of the bed saw his master crying again. He sneered and shed tears silently, then wiped them away viciously, and took the silk cloth beside him to wipe the tears from the corners of his master's eyes.

The child who was sleeping in the small bed suddenly woke up and burst into tears. The little piglet who was sleeping in the same bed also opened his eyes. Xiao Lele was awakened by the crying but didn't cry. There seemed to be a flash of helplessness in his open eyes. He moved over with difficulty and patted the crying Xiao Baoer with his short hands.

But his little comfort didn't seem to have any effect. Xiao Baoer continued to cry.

"Little Baoer is awake now, why are you crying? Come, hug me." Qi Wanfeng heard the crying of the children sleeping in the inner room, and hurried over. Seeing that both children in the crib were awake, and Little Baoer was crying for some reason, he reached out and picked up Little Baoer. He

stretched his head to look at Little Lele who was lying in the crib and yawning, and Qi Wanfeng smiled and said to the child, "Lele, lie down, mom will comfort Adi first, and then hug you later."

Although the child was still young, he always felt that his little Leer could understand what he said, and that Little Leer could understand everything he said.

In response to his mom, Cao Ruile covered his mouth with his hand and yawned, and looked at his mom with sleepy eyes. Seeing that Am was holding Xiao Bao'er instead of him, he did not cry or make a fuss. He moved a little and lay comfortably in his little bed.

Qi Wanfeng could not help but smile when he saw the look of his own child.

"Oh, good boy, Xiao Bao'er, be good, don't cry." It's not that he doesn't love his own child. Who wouldn't feel pain when the flesh that fell from his own body fell? After Fang Ziye left, Xiao Bao'er stayed with him. Xiao Bao'er was not an easy child to take care of. He had a fever a few days ago, and his little temper made him need to be coaxed even more.

On the contrary, his kid, from the moment he was born to now, eats well and sleeps well every day, just like a little piglet. He is strong, rarely cries, and is also very easy to take care of. Otherwise, he really couldn't take care of two children by himself.

I don't know how these two children recognize people, especially Xiao Bao'er. Apart from their own family members, the two children were only allowed to be held by Bai Lian's family members. Apart from them, they were not happy to be held by anyone else.

"Alan, go and bring the hot goat milk." After finally coaxing Xiao Baoer to stop crying, he was still sobbing in grievance. Qi Wanfeng instructed Liu Lan who was waiting on the side.

Liu Lan was the little brother of the family that her husband bought. He came to the store to help look after the store and take care of the two children. His pastry shop here was not as crowded as the Malatang next door. The two of them could look after the store and the two children.

The Malatang restaurant next door is crowded during the noon time. After that time, Bai Lian will come over to help him look after the children and the store. Aning mainly takes care of the store over there.

The business of the two stores has been pretty good since they opened.

Qi Wanfeng fed the goat milk to Xiao Baoer. After drinking half a bowl, Xiao Baoer refused to drink. He held the child and coaxed him for a while, and the child fell asleep. Several customers came to the store. Liu Lan was selling things outside. He coaxed the children in the back room, put the sleeping child down, and then fed his little Lele.

Thinking of her husband who had gone to Nanyang and had not returned yet, she missed him very much in her heart and hoped that her husband would return soon.