The door was opened from the outside, and a man in boots walked in with an imposing manner. Under a pair of flying eyebrows, there were a pair of deep black and sharp eyes, and a face with clear edges and corners. Even with a smile on his face, he could not hide his hostility. This was a man who had experienced the baptism of bloody storms, and he had a unique breath of coming down from the battlefield.

Cao Xiangnan looked at the man who walked in, and he knew who the person was in an instant. He was very familiar with the flying eyebrows. It turned out that Xiao Baoer's two flying eyebrows were like his father's. Otherwise, with his handsome appearance, he would really be a real little brother.

He finally knew why Xiao Baoer looked so beautiful. At this glance, Xiao Baoer was simply a combination of this man and Fang Ziye. Needless to say, Xiao Bao'er is the child of Fang Ziye and this man, as well as the unborn one in her belly.

When he was looking at the other person, the other person was also looking at him, and both of them were sizing each other up.

The two people were separated by mid-air, and their eyes met. Cao Xiangnan was not very afraid of the sharp and scrutinizing gaze that fell on him. He was not unfamiliar with this kind of aura on this person, and he had seen it on more than one person.

Although he didn't know what was going on between Fang Ziye and the man who came in, Fang Ziye never mentioned the other father of the child to him. Since Fang Ziye only brought a few confidants to him when she was pregnant, and kept the child after giving birth, I'm afraid she had planned not to let this man know about the existence of Xiao Bao'er, so he naturally would not leak the existence of Xiao Bao'er to the other party.

Feng Lingxiao actually admired the fact that this kid did not flinch under the pressure he deliberately released. Few people dared to look him in the eye. Even his subordinates who had followed him for many years lowered their heads and dared not look at him under such pressure.

In the past, he would not pay too much attention to people who approached Zi Ye, but now it was different. He would not let go of anyone who might threaten Zi Ye. He had checked the kid's ancestors for eight generations, and there was nothing suspicious about them. However, he could not understand how such a kid from the countryside could have so many strange things in his hands.

Even Zi Ye praised this kid highly, but this was the first time he heard Zi Ye praise someone. Seeing the man now, Feng Lingxiao took a look at him, and was somewhat satisfied that this boy could be so calm in front of him. There

was silence in the room for a while, and Fang Ziye spoke first, asking, "Why are you here?"

When he saw Feng Lingxiao, he knew that Cao Xiangnan would definitely guess that Feng Lingxiao was Xiao Baoer's father. He had never told Cao Xiangnan who Xiao Baoer's father was, and he had never told him Feng Lingxiao's identity.

Fang Ziye didn't expect this person to come here. Feng Lingxiao's appearance made him feel a little surprised, but it seemed reasonable, because as early as when Lingxiao knew Cao Xiangnan, he had expressed his interest in Cao Xiangnan and had long wanted to meet Cao Xiangnan.

"I heard that you were out to meet a friend, so I came to see you. Is this the Cao Xiangnan you mentioned?" Feng Lingxiao was wearing a navy blue robe, and the jade pendant hanging around his waist swayed slightly as he walked. He withdrew his gaze from the other party, and when his eyes fell on Fang Ziye, his eyes unconsciously softened.

In front of Fang Ziye, he habitually changed "this king" to "I". He knew that Cao Xiangnan was the boy that Ziye often talked about. There were not many people who could be called friends by Ziye, so he did not put on airs in front of this boy. Seeing

the other party's look, it seemed that Ziye had not mentioned him to him and did not know his identity.

Being stared at by Feng Lingxiao, Fang Ziye looked away, a little embarrassed on his face, and looked at Cao Xiangnan opposite. Hearing the other party mention him, Cao Xiangnan didn't know that Fang Ziye would mention him to the other party. He stood up from his seat, bowed to the other party and said, "I am Cao Xiangnan."

Feng Lingxiao's hands hung at his side, and he didn't bow in return. He retracted his gaze on the other party, said "hmm" softly, sat down next to Fang Ziye, and said casually, "Sit down, no need to be polite."

Cao Xiangnan sat down, always feeling that he was approved to sit down.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of introducing himself, he was not angry. Since Ziye didn't introduce the other party to him, he was afraid that the identity of this person was not convenient to reveal to him. Judging from the other party's clothes and the aura emanating from him, Cao Xiangnan knew that this man must be a person in a high position.

As for his identity, he didn't know. In this Fengdu City, anyone could have any identity, so he couldn't make a random guess.

"Did you write the book "Journey to the West"? It's well written." Feng Lingxiao sat there casually, with an indescribable majesty and an air of superiority. The word "well" from the Fourth Master's mouth was a very good meaning. It was rare for the Fourth Master to be able to praise people.

It was widely circulated in the market that whether there were really gods and the art of longevity, these things existed if you believed in them, and did not exist if you didn't believe in them. Thanks to such a book, he was able to do some things with twice the result with half the effort. In this regard, he was grateful for the help of this kid.

His father was old after all, and people's hearts were more greedy. He was just borrowing his father's greed.

Sitting opposite to the other party, Cao Xiangnan unconsciously straightened his posture. When he heard what the other party said, he knew that this was probably what Fang Ziye said to him.

As if he knew what the other party was thinking, Feng Lingxiao added, "I saw you send a lot of food and toys to Ziye, and accidentally saw the manuscript of the book you sent."

So it was not difficult for him to guess that the manuscript was written by the same person. Feng Lingxiao's words were explaining that this book was written by Cao Xiangnan, not that Fang Ziye told him, but that he guessed it from this.

As the fourth prince, even if his father passed away, he was still the fourth prince. Now everyone who saw him called him the King of Wings. He never needed to explain anything to anyone. But at this moment, he explained this matter for Fang Ziye, which showed that Fang Ziye was indeed different in his eyes.

Fang Ziye subconsciously glanced at the fourth master when he heard Feng Lingxiao's words, and the other party was also looking at him.

Cao Xiangnan didn't notice anything special in the other person's words, but was a little embarrassed, saying, "I can't say that I wrote this book. I just happened to read it in an ancient book and I still remember some of it. Xiangnan just borrowed the wisdom of the predecessors to become the current "Journey to the West."

It's true that this book was not written by him. He did it by accident. Even Cao Xiangnan himself didn't expect that a "Journey to the West" would be so popular.

"Oh, what ancient book is it written in? Can you lend it to me to read?" Feng Lingxiao was interested when he heard that there was an ancient book.

"Uh... this." Cao Xiangnan didn't know how to explain this ancient book, because there was no such ancient book at all. "I've been reading this book for so long, I'm afraid Xiangnan has forgotten where the book is." Fang Ziye came to help him out. He never asked about the origin of the strange things Cao Xiangnan took out for him. Just

like he trusted the other party, the other party never asked about his affairs. This kind of trust between the two people was unreasonable. "That's a pity." Feng Lingxiao said with some regret.

"Yes, yes." Cao Xiangnan was a little embarrassed.

"I have seen two things at Ziye's place, a cotton coat and a down coat. Did you make both of them?" Feng Lingxiao was more concerned about these two kinds of clothes. He had seen both of them at Ziye's place.

Cotton coats are warmer than linen, and down is thinner and warmer than silk. He had seen Ziye have several thin down coats, and wearing one inside in winter would be very warm. He did not believe it. Later, he covered Ziye with a thin quilt on his bed, and only then did he know that it was filled with feathers. Feathers

? Why didn't he think about it? The eagle could still fly in the sky in the snowy winter, relying on the feathers to keep warm, so that it did not freeze to death in the cold winter. And this clothing is made of the down from chickens and ducks, that's why it's so warm. He

heard that cotton can be grown in large quantities, but he didn't care about mulberry farmers before. Later, he heard Zi Ye mention cotton, and then he knew the origin of cotton. The one who made cotton into clothes and quilts was the boy in front of him. If they can grow a lot of cotton and raise more chickens and ducks, won't there be more cotton and feathers to make clothes?

If his brothers in the northwest had these two things, they wouldn't have to be afraid of the cold in the cold winter, and no brothers would be unable to wake up at night because of the cold and fall asleep forever. As a general, the greatest sorrow is not to watch your soldiers die fighting the enemy on the battlefield, but to see them starved to death or frozen to death in the cold.

"Well, I own a garment workshop, and these clothes are all produced by the workshop." Cao Xiangnan had no secrets about this. He remembered that he had ordered a large number of clothes from Manager Fang. He originally thought that it was Fang Ziye who wanted them. Now that he saw this man, he had a feeling that so many clothes might be wanted by the man in front of him, not Fang Ziye.

Then, seeing that the other party was interested in these two kinds of clothes, he took the initiative to talk about these two kinds of clothes. "So if cotton can be popularized, cotton can be planted everywhere in Fengchao, so that everyone can have cotton clothes to wear in winter." He now has limited manpower and material resources. Even if he wants to, he is powerless and can't do so much. This is Cao Xiangnan's beautiful wish.

Modern agriculture and industry are advanced, and there is no shortage of cotton. The machines that make clothes in factories are so fast that it is unknown how much faster they are than manual labor. The backwardness of this era has limited many things. Even if he wants to do it, he can't do it all at once.

Can cotton be planted everywhere in Feng Dynasty? Feng Lingxiao's heart was shocked. If cotton is planted everywhere in Feng Dynasty, will the people of Feng Dynasty have clothes to wear? Will my brother soldiers in the northwest have clothes to wear in the cold winter?

They are in the northwest, where food is scarce, the weather is changeable, and there are heavy snows in the cold winter. The environment is extremely harsh. Zinu invaded repeatedly, plundered the people's food, and killed the people of Feng Dynasty. There were many factions in the court, and all parties were fighting for who would ascend to the throne of the crown prince. No one cared about the lives of the people and soldiers in the northwest, and only cared about their own glory and wealth.

He Feng Lingxiao must sit in that position, so that his soldiers in the northwest have food to eat and clothes to wear, and pay all the food and wages owed to the soldiers, kill Zinu, expand the territory of Feng Dynasty, and ensure the peace of Feng Dynasty for a hundred years!

Seeing that the other party was silent and his face was solemn, Cao Xiangnan felt a little uneasy. Did he say something wrong? It was all his fault. He was so excited that he got carried away when he started talking. He looked at Fang Ziye, who shook his head at him. Only then did he put away the uneasiness in his heart and sat there waiting for the other party to speak.

"Well, your idea is very good, you are right." After a while, Feng Lingxiao looked at the boy opposite, smiled faintly, and said. "Yes, yes." Seeing the smile on the other party's face, Cao Xiangnan felt creepy. He always felt that he had fallen into a big pit. It is good to have ideas? But he never thought that one day he would have to act on his ideas.

After sitting inside for a while, seeing the other party's intention, he went out first.

When he stood outside the door, Cao Xiangnan breathed a sigh of relief, and the oppressive feeling on his body was gone.