The midnight wind showed no sign of stillness. After Di Jun stepped through the moon arc arch, Feng Ling also followed Di Jun and skipped lightly over the low steps slightly raised under the door. At this moment, a strong wind blew up Feng Ling's moon-white gauze skirt. The small but slightly thin figure showed a stubborn charm under the storm.

Lei Zeyan had asked Wu Xiaojun to go back to the house. At this time, he saw Feng Ling's beautiful figure. He suddenly remembered the scene where Feng Ling and Yi Baihong were playing today. He laughed in his heart. He was obviously a thin girl, but he was still involved in the middle of the storm. It was like the wind did not know the slightness and weight of the wind, but he always blew towards her. But he really said that Feng Bo did not believe that the branches were weak, and the moon dew taught Gui Ye Xiang.

Thinking of this, Lei Zeyan suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something. A complex look slipped through his eyes, like a warm red light filled the corners of his eyes. He was stunned for a moment, staring at Feng Ling's back, disappearing in the corridor outside the courtyard, and was unable to come back for a long time.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a dusty memory in Lei Zeyan's mind that suddenly rushed into his mind, and saw some clear and unclear pictures. He saw a gust of wind, blowing in the dark, trying to break the fragile diamond branch, and then a burst of crying lingered in his ears, disturbing his headache.

Until a while, Lei Zeyan loosened his thin lips, which were tightly pursed. His lips were very distinct, with a slightly thin lips, and it was not very moving when moving. He could not tell if he didn't look carefully. Therefore, when he opened his words slightly, he could not tell the emotions. He only heard him ask Wu Xiaojun, inexplicably and inappropriate words: Do you know how old is that Feng girl?

Wu Xiaojun was a little shocked by this question. He half-squinted his drunken eyes and stared at Lei Zeyan for a while before he came to his senses and understood what Lei Zeyan was asking.

After all, Lei Zeyan is not a curious person, and the other is asking the older girl that she is a bit disrespectful. Although Feng Ling is a brotherly existence in Wu Xiaojun's eyes and her gender is ignored, it is not very good after all. It is really strange. Moreover, Wu Xiaojun really doesn't know Feng Ling's age, so she had to spare her head and answer: I don't know, A Ling jumped out of the crack of the stone, maybe even in her 100-year-old may not be sure! What do you want to know about this?

When he heard Wu Xiaojun's question, Lei Zeyan was rare, so he avoided talking and his eyes dodged a little, but he really couldn't beat him. He sweared and sniffed as soon as he lies. He only heard: No, I just think she has such cultivation at this age and was a little curious.

However, although Lei Zeyan spoke in silence, fortunately, Wu Xiaojun was really a pair of friends with him, and he didn't notice Lei Zeyan's concealment. He nodded, then spared Rao's half-awake head and walked towards the other yard.

But unexpectedly, after just a few steps, he was stopped by Lei Zeyan again. This time, Lei Zeyan's words made him awake instantly, and he stood there in a daze, without any action for a long time.

Only heard Lei Ze say: Oh, by the way, I forgot about the banquet before, Bai Zhi is about to get married.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Xiaojun had just walked a few steps and stopped in the air. The half-drunken confused face disappeared without a trace. His usually cynical face looked rare and steady at this time, and his pupils suddenly expanded, and a trace of light flashed through it, which looked like sorrow but not sad, and joy but not joy.

Lei Zeyan was facing Wu Xiaojun's back at this time. He couldn't see his expression clearly. He just felt that he was talking to a wooden stake. He knew that this was the biggest knot in Wu Xiaojun's seemingly romantic young master. If it weren't for the girl named Bai Zhi, Wu Xiaojun would have long inherited the title of the prince of the Wu family.

After a while, Lei Zeyan coughed, and saw that he was still motionless, he said again: I don’t want you to be disgusted by this matter. Indeed, although I know that you had done that fate with her many years ago, I think you should know about this matter in the end. You also wanted to keep Yi Baihong’s life for the sake of Brother Bai Zhi.

After Lei Ze's words finished, there was another silence. It was normal to put this silence on Di Jun, and it was rare to put it on Wu Xiaojun. It was really rare to silence him for a stick of incense. After a stick of incense, Wu Xiaojun slowly spoke and said in a deep voice: Who are she going to marry?

At this time, it was already late at night and the moon was shallow. The yard was swept away by Di Jun at first glance, and there were no lanterns on the stone path. Therefore, the expression on Wu Xiaojun's face had been covered by the dark night, and no one could be exposed. Lei Zeyan really regretted that there was no candle in his hand at this time, otherwise he would have to raise one to look at Wu Xiaojun's face and see what his expression was like.

Because he didn't know Wu Xiaojun's expression, Lei Zeyan hesitated for a while, then coughed slightly, and said: The third son of Mengzhuang Duke, the prince Fu, whose courtesy name is Zihuan.

As he said that, Lei Zeyan paused again. Because Wu Xiaojun couldn't figure it out, he could only follow his own thoughts: Half a month ago, Duke Mengzhuang asked him to propose marriage to the Yi family for the third son, and submitted a letter to the emperor. The Yi family was a member of the gentry, and Duke Mengzhuang was also a strong marquis. The marriage between the two families was actually a marriage made by heaven. The emperor agreed and gave him a special favor and issued an imperial edict to Jiuzhou. Therefore, I feel that you are unlikely to stop this matter.

After hearing Lei Zeyan's sucking and embarrassing advice, Wu Xiaojun finally turned his head and showed an inexplicable expression. He spoke very quickly and refuted Lei Zeyan's misunderstanding of his head:

Do you think I am such an idle person? I am so uncultured? I am so bored? Do you think I will still mess up the situation and stop her from marrying. Then, Wu Xiaojun was stuck, as if he had forgotten the name of the Prince Meng because of his speech. He suddenly said, "Who?" As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Xiaojun really began to think about the name of that person."

Seeing this, Lei Zeyan was unable to defend himself. He really didn't know what kind of magical idea Wu Xiaojun had. Do he care about it or not about Bai Zhi's marriage? So he could only tentatively remind him: Young Master Fu.

Oh! Yes, Young Master Help! Hearing Lei Zeyan’s seemingly unintentional prompt, Wu Xiaojun quickly came back to his senses from thinking about his name and nodded. Then, he fell silent again.

Such unusual behavior is rarely encountered in Lei Zeyan's memory, which makes him a little scared of his spirit.

Wu Xiaojun is a friend Lei Zeyan has been with for many years and is a chatterbox. This is a certain fact. After learning that his chatterboxer is about to get married, he becomes a chatterbox. It is terrible to think about it. Therefore, Lei Zeyan didn't know how to deal with this topic, so he had to hold his breath and wait for Wu Xiaojun's next behavior.

Wu Xiaojun's eyes were not rolling, and there was no other expression on his face, and he remained silent. His silence made the atmosphere even more silent, and it was simply dead silent! However, after more than half a day passed, he finally asked: What kind of person is that bastard?
Chapter completed!