Little fellow? ?

"and many more!"

Feng Xili stood in front of the rabbit mask, her eyes trembling, and Mu Lanxun's palm wind flew past her hair.

Although he knew that this man would never hurt him, he was still frightened. The palm he slashed at with a stern face was cold and heartless, and the change in his eyes at that moment was so creepy.

"Xier!" Mu Lanxun protected the person in his arms while retracting his palm wind, and his retracted hand had already touched the soft sword at his waist.

"Axun, Axun, he's not a bad person...it's okay."

Feng Xili was held tightly in his arms. She raised her hand and gently stroked his chest, comforting the man who was about to go berserk.

Mu Lanxun exhaled deeply, closed his eyes to hide a hint of coldness, and looked down at her with a somewhat worried look.

"Xier knows him? Who is he?" He raised his hand and smoothed the hair by her ear, his voice soft and tender.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Someone who is not afraid of death has an incredible look on his face, with a straightforward and playful gaze.

Feng Xili's mouth twitched, and he glared at him fiercely. How about I leave and you two get to know each other?

Ding Shijiao's face darkened, then he smiled ingratiatingly, shrugged his shoulders as if he deserved a beating, sat down at the table, and ate the cakes happily.

Mu Lanxun's cold gaze swept over, and the man's back stiffened. He turned sideways, leaving the back of his head exposed to the two men.

"Okay, Axun, he's really not a bad guy. Zexu City... uh, I mentioned to you before when it was still Zechun City that I met someone from the same place as me. That person is Ding Shijiao."

She hurriedly explained, but found that Mu Lanxun seemed even more nervous, and the arm around her waist became tighter.

Um? ?

"What, what's wrong?" She looked at him puzzledly.

Someone who was eating and drinking chuckled softly, supporting his chin with one hand and turning his head to look at him, his eyes full of pure teasing, "He's worried that you've found a fellow villager, so he's homesick and wants to leave here and go back..."

Before he could finish his words, a cold light suddenly flashed on someone's shoulder. Mu Lanxun drew out the soft sword from his waist like lightning, and the sharp blade was placed on the shoulder and neck, successfully making the person bite his tongue.

Feng Xili was stunned, holding his cheek with some heartache, forcing him to look at herself.

"Axun, my home is where you are. I will only come back to you, only to our home, and not anywhere else."

She held his face and rocked it gently from side to side, her eyes more serious than ever before.

The two of them trembled at the same time, one was excited, while the other was shaking again and again, it was unbearable!

"Ah."

She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the people around her relax.

She turned her head to look at the person who was about to turn into a stone statue, and raised her eyebrows. "Brother Ding? Are you ugly? Why are you wearing a mask?"

Ding Shijiao raised one corner of his mouth and reached out to take off the rabbit head mask. "Isn't this a chance to meet an old friend again?"

"What old friend?" Feng Xili looked at him, but her eyes were covered by a hand.

"No need to listen to his nonsense. Since he is one of us, let's just spare his life." Mu Lanxun spoke domineeringly and gave him a meaningful look.

Ding Shijiao curled his lips indifferently. If he didn't want to say it, then he didn't say it. At that time, he hadn't met the fellow villager yet. Who would have known that the boy was one of his own?

A few simple eye contact between men can communicate a lot of things. After the two of them "finished communicating", Ding Shijiao threw a small bag to Feng Xili.

"Sister Zhong Yan prepared this for you. You can try to develop your hot pot restaurant in Chu State. Inside are some of her plans and the profits of these years, all converted into silver notes for your convenience."

Feng Xili blinked and thanked her with a smile, "Thank Sister Zhong for me."

"Oh!" He walked out leisurely, suddenly curled the corners of his mouth and leaned towards Feng Xili.

"By the way, Congratulations..." and then he slipped away.

……

"What did he say?" Mu Lanxun pinched her chin and looked into her deep eyes.

"Uh, it's my hometown dialect, meaning congratulations..." She felt a little amused. Did that person really have to provoke A Xun?

She looked up at his furrowed brows and reached out to carefully smooth them out. "Let's not talk about him anymore, Axun. When are we going home?"

"Anytime is fine, but we still have to wait until Emperor Qi Zhao is almost ready. There's no rush." ​​He rubbed the soft corners of her eyes with his fingertips, scratched her small nose, and smiled dotingly.

Only when he is not in Chu State do those "birds" dare to show up. His Xier just needs to stand by his side, and he will clear all obstacles for her.

In Phoenix, a young woman was walking through the bustling streets, her pink and blue skirt looking as youthful and beautiful as when we first met.

There was a faint halo around her, and her bright smile made everyone who passed by smile along with her.

Mu Lanxun, dressed in dark black clothes, accompanied her, with a smile on his lips, and his deep eyes never left the woman's body for a moment.

Not long after, Feng Xili discovered that the servants following him all had their arms full of things. When did they buy them?

"Axun?" She tilted her head and walked closer.

He naturally took her hand and brushed her hair that was hanging on the earrings, "What's wrong?"

She tilted her head to look behind him. There were boxes of all sizes, and she couldn't make out anything.

"Did you buy something?"

"Yeah, I bought some."

Before she could ask what he had bought, he took her into a clothing store.

Feng Xili was stunned when she saw the boxes piled up all over the room. When did she buy these?

She took the hairpins in her hands and looked at them curiously. There were rouge, powder, bracelets, headdresses, guqin, and even a nanmu screen and a straw dragonfly, not to mention the countless brocade fabrics and flowing and luxurious dresses that filled an entire wall of the wardrobe.

She doesn't use rouge or powder, hairpins aren't her style, bracelets are too big for her, and she can't play the guqin...

She held her forehead and laughed, and couldn't help pinching someone's cheek, "Tell me, how could you be such a spendthrift? You bought a bunch of useless things..."

"Just because you don't need it today doesn't mean you won't need it in the future. It's up to you whether you want to let her go or keep it as a dowry."

Mu Lanxun didn't make a fuss, letting her pinch the soft flesh on his cheek while replying indistinctly.

She exclaimed, "Dowry?"

"Are you going to prepare my dowry?"

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