"Qingcheng, I..."
Feng Lingyan returned to the bamboo house and felt a little guilty when she saw Hua Qingcheng standing beside her angrily.
Was he hallucinating just now? Why did he seem to hear her calling him dad?
"Brother Feng, don't do anything stupid. We have found a way out. Now take a look at what you need to take with you and pack it up. We must climb to the top of the cliff before dark."
Long Yitian noticed that the atmosphere between the father and daughter seemed a bit tense, so he spoke up to break the silence. However, after he finished speaking, he and Yang Aoxue left Feng Lingyan's room.
"Take a look, if there is anything you need to take, I will help you pack it." Hua Qingcheng finally couldn't bear to be in such an awkward stalemate with Feng Lingyan, so she said indifferently.
Hua Qingcheng was really shocked by Feng Lingyan's actions just now. She couldn't imagine that if she hadn't run fast enough, Feng Lingyan might have become a wronged soul in the cold pond.
"Qingcheng, open the big wooden box beside the bed and take a look." Feng Lingyan, leaning against the head of the bed, looked at Hua Qingcheng who was standing in front of the bed with a loving face.
"These clothes...are they all for me?"
Hua Qingcheng stared in amazement at the colorful array of clothes in the box. From swaddling clothes for newborn babies to toddlers, girls, and even grown-ups, there were at least two sets for each season, spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
Hua Qingcheng's eyes reddened slightly. It turned out that Feng Lingyan's love for his daughter was so deep! She wondered how, in this desolate valley, he could not only weave cloth but also dye it with flowers and plants. Furthermore, the stitches on the clothes he sewed were so fine and precise, the workmanship so exquisite.
"Master Feng, how did you... do that?"
Hearing the other party's address, Feng Lingyan felt a flicker of disappointment, but he immediately regained his gentle and gentle demeanor. As expected, hearing Hua Qingcheng call him "Dad" just now was just an illusion.
"Although I didn't know how to weave clothes before, I have read books on making looms, and I have also seen my father embroidering and making clothes when I was in the General's Mansion." Feng Lingyan said patiently, as if to clear up Hua Qingcheng's doubts.
Hua Qingcheng's mouth twitched slightly when she heard this.
So you just read a book that explains the principles of making a loom, watched others weave cloth to make clothes, and then you were able to follow suit, not only making a loom, but also using it to weave cloth, and then embroidering it to make clothes?
The last person who was so "Versailles" in front of her seemed to be Mu Lige.
Hua Qingcheng looked at the scissors Feng Lingyan used on the table in the room. They seemed to be made of sharpened animal bones. As for the needle, it was most likely from Long Yitian, the "little dragon boy." He had borrowed his hidden weapon to use as an embroidery needle.
Hua Qingcheng seriously suspected that if Feng Lingyan and Long Yitian were drifted to a deserted island, with their clever minds and superb hands-on abilities, they would be able to compose a moving and moving "Dragon and Phoenix Drifting Story".
"Qingcheng, those... are all birthday gifts I prepared for you. Since you were one year old, every year before your birthday, I have made you clothes for all four seasons. I never thought that I would do this for sixteen years. For your birthday gifts this year, I have already made the spring and summer ones, and I am sewing the autumn and winter ones now."
Feng Lingyan couldn't help but burst into tears when she thought that her daughter could finally wear the clothes she made for her.
"Thank you, Dad. I like it very much."
Clutching the clothes in her hands, Hua Qingcheng was deeply moved. Moreover, after calling out "Dad" for the first time just now by the cold pond, calling him again now didn't seem awkward anymore.
"You...what did you call me?"
Feng Lingyan was so excited that her hands, which were holding the edge of the bed, were trembling slightly.
It turns out it wasn’t an illusion!
She really called herself dad!
"It's nothing. If you didn't hear it, then forget it." Hua Qingcheng said embarrassedly.
"Alluring~"
"Feng Lingyan, don't move!"
Seeing that Feng Lingyan was about to get out of bed again, Hua Qingcheng hurried forward to stop him.
"I...I'm just so happy!"
Feng Lingyan burst into tears, but this time they were from sheer joy.
"Besides these clothes, do you have anything else to take? Or you can take everything."
Except for this bamboo house, Hua Qingcheng could not take it away. Anything in the house that Feng Lingyan wanted could be thrown into the space.
"I've lived in the valley for sixteen years. I miss every blade of grass and every tree in it, every table and chair in the bamboo house. I really miss it. The climate here is different from the outside world, and the crops grown here are not seasonal. Now the cotton and ramie should be ready for harvest. The mulberry leaves seem to be growing well too. What a pity..."
"Okay, I understand."
Watching Feng Lingyan talking about those things as if they were treasures, Hua Qingcheng immediately began to put the things in Feng Lingyan's house into the yard of the space villa one by one.
"Qingcheng, you..."
Seeing that the things in the room disappeared one by one after passing through Hua Qingcheng's hands, even the knowledgeable Young Master Feng was dumbfounded.
"Master Feng, isn't this your fault? You are not only talented, but also handsome and elegant. Otherwise, how could you have given birth to a daughter like me who is both stunningly beautiful and unparalleled in wisdom? To the point where I met a white-haired Taoist priest, and he insisted on giving me a giant 'Qian Kun Bag' that can hold a lot of things!"
"Qiankun bag?" Feng Lingyan was slightly surprised when she heard that.
"Could it be Taoist Master Tongtian?"
The Emperor had once told her that, upon his ascension to the throne, Taoist Master Tongtian had forbidden her from appointing a crown princess until she was thirty-eight. The Taoist had also predicted that the future crown princess would be a "chosen one," possessing the "Qiankun Bag" and great magical powers, capable of propelling the Laifeng Kingdom to new heights.
So, his daughter is the "chosen one"?
"Who knows what it is? Anyway, it's just an old man with white hair and a gray beard!"
Hua Qingcheng lied without blushing or beating her heart. After all, a white lie was better than letting Feng Lingyan know that her daughter was dead.
"I see. Qingcheng, you are a man of great fortune."
Feng Lingyan was both proud of Hua Qingcheng's extraordinary abilities and worried about her exceptionality. After all, as the "chosen one," she would be the future crown princess, heir to the throne of the Laifeng Kingdom. His daughter would no longer be able to live a peaceful and tranquil life.
While Feng Lingyan's thoughts were drifting away, Hua Qingcheng had already cleared out everything in his room except the bed where Feng Lingyan was sitting.
"I'll help you put up the bed when we leave later. Please wait here for me."
Before Feng Lingyan could say anything, Hua Qingcheng had already run out.
After all, it was getting late, and she had to hurry to harvest the cotton and ramie that Feng Lingyan treasured so much, and transplant the mulberry trees to the land in her space.
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