Wei Qingci took her one step ahead, picked up the slightly heavy ebony box, and got out of the car with a slight hem of clothes.

Feng Hua's red lips were raised.

Tsk.

I am quite conscious of being a ‘family’.

She jumped out of the carriage lightly, her long ink hair was draped behind her soft, shiny, black and smoothly, and a stream of light flashed in the sunlight, and her steps were lazily following her.

The Zhongcheng Mansion is built in a low-key and luxurious manner, with exquisite and antique style everywhere.

Rockery is covered with green mountains, winding corridors, pavilions and towers.

The servant led the way in front and led them on a path leading to the three backyards with few people and remote people. He explained respectfully: "At present, the servants and maids in the mansion are sweeping and laying in the atrium garden, dusty and talkative. This path is secluded and has a good view. Even when our adults encounter troubles, they often come here to relax..."

"Oh, is that?" Fenghua's eyes darkened, and her lips were smiling and she tilted her head, looked at the boy beside her with a smile, and said, "What do you think of the scenery here?"

Wei Qingci looked at her, carefully evaluated the words, and said: "Shangke."

He looks serious.

Fenghua deliberately teased him, "Young Master, this box is very heavy. If you don't let me carry it, you are your young master, how can you do such a rough job?"

As she said that, she reached out to grab the ebony box on the boy's hand...

Wei Qingci raised the wooden box lightly, avoiding Fenghua's hand, changed to one hand, and shouted softly: "Don't make trouble."

“…”

The woman in black-haired and white skirt, with light steps and graceful posture, her skirt was whirling to the Jiuqu corridor, and her smile flashed before her eyes and disappeared soon...

Wei Zhang, who was standing beside a light green bamboo forest, turned around inadvertently, as if he thought there was hallucination in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but overflow with an anxious cry from his lips: "Mi Niang..."

He hurriedly chased forward, saw the deep-rooted figure disappearing in front of him, and suddenly woke up, he stopped in a daze.

His face was filled with regret.

The Zhongcheng, who has a beautiful and elegant face and a deep eyebrows, couldn't help but sigh, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, and murmured in a low voice: "It's me who is crazy. Mei Niang is dead. The tomb of the corpse is far away in Jiangnan. How could it appear here? It's an illusion..."

Withdrawing away the expression of loss and absent-mindedness, he returned to the handsome and handsome appearance of a handsome young man.

The servant came from afar and looked for it: "Sir, many of your colleagues in the court in the front yard have arrived. Can you change your clothes and go there?"

Wei Zhang nodded gently, looked down at the plain silver-edged brocade clothes on his body, and quietly withdrew his gaze, "No need to change it, just this one."

"But this adult's outfit is too simple. Today is your birthday, so you should dress more festively. Just treat it as a good luck. Anyway, it doesn't take much time to change clothes..." The servant quickly persuaded.

Before going to Qingzhulin to find his own adult, the wife had explained to him that she would wear the clothes specially made by the embroidery workshop.

Wei Zhang walked forward, and said in a faint tone of concern, "No need, I have told my wife that it's just a birthday, nothing is good."

"yes."

The servant followed Wei Zhang cleverly, and couldn't help thinking:

The wife is beautiful and kind-hearted and treats adults wholeheartedly. Why is her attitude so cold?
Chapter completed!