As one firework disappears into the dark night sky, another begins to bloom.
Feng Guang sat on a tree, looking at the boy standing below. She suddenly remembered the first time she watched fireworks with him. At that time, he was a twelve-year-old boy, but now he was a handsome young man.
It's inappropriate to describe Xianmo as a playboy, because he doesn't possess any of the frivolity or frivolity of a playboy. Instead, he exudes a calmness and a scholarly composure.
She liked it very much.
She felt increasingly satisfied with the child she had cared for for three years, and then suddenly wondered what kind of wife he would marry a few years later. But soon, she shook her head and banished the thought. The system had been missing for so long; three years was probably the limit. Perhaps she would have to leave this world by the time the system reappeared.
The tall, elegant man standing under the tree suddenly murmured, "The scenery."
"Hmm?" she replied lazily.
You're spying on me.
She stiffened, then immediately retorted, "How could I be peeking at you? I'm looking at you openly and honestly, okay?"
He didn't know why he had such a strong intuition, but he could always sense it whenever she stared at him.
Xianmo chuckled softly, "Fengguang can look at me openly and honestly."
Suddenly, another firework burst into bloom.
Looking at his smiling face, she suddenly felt a firework bloom in her heart, but fireworks fade easily. Shaking her head, she chose to skip the topic, "Did you come empty-handed to congratulate your master on his wedding?"
"Congratulations on my master's marriage, is there anything I should bring?"
She knew it.
Feng Guang sighed, rubbing his forehead, "I forgot to remind you, you should bring a gift when you congratulate someone on their wedding."
She was so shocked by the news that Lan Zhao was getting married, and because Xian Mo said he would take her out to play, she forgot for a moment that she should remind him to prepare gifts.
Xianmo has never attended banquets over the years, and Yihe Palace has never held any banquets. He didn't know that giving gifts is a common practice and a matter of course.
Feng Guang said with a headache, "That Consort Yun must have prepared a lot of congratulatory gifts for Xianlong. If you don't bring out something decent, people will say you don't respect your teacher."
Lan Zhao naturally didn't need Xian Mo to send gifts, but it was a different story for those who were just watching the spectacle.
She pondered deeply, "Why don't I steal a treasure from Xianlong's room?"
"No need." Xianmo took off the jade pendant from his waist. "If you want to give a gift, then this jade pendant will suffice."
"Didn't Consort An give this to you? She said it has the power to ward off evil spirits and poisons. This is a real treasure."
“Since Fengguang also thinks it’s a great treasure, then it’s understandable for me to give this gift to my master.”
This was something I didn't care about, but Feng Guang felt a pang of regret. "How about... we reconsider?"
"No need to think about it." He looked up at the tree, in the direction from which her voice came. He said with some distress, "Thinking of a gift is a very troublesome thing. Let's just leave it at that."
Feng Guang couldn't argue, because she also felt that giving a gift wasn't difficult; the difficulty lay in deciding what to give. She nodded helplessly, "Alright, let's give this. Maybe if Lan Zhao likes this gift, he'll protect you more on the battlefield."
“Exactly.” He agreed half-heartedly, “Fengguang’s considerations are always more thorough than mine.”
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