Feng Qing and Qin Mufeng arranged the Lingquan Pool of Baicao Garden that they used to irrigate, and began to walk around Baicao Garden.

While observing the situation in Baicao Garden, Feng Qing carefully transplanted several spiritual herbs that had never been transplanted in the yard with the help of Qin Mufeng. Feng Zhiliang suddenly carried a considerable amount of suitable for running towards the two of them.

"Master, have you used lunch? These are the third master who asked me to give it to Master and." Feng Zhiliang stared at Qin Mufeng with his eyes, and was struggling with what to call Qin Mufeng. After a moment of trouble, he suddenly shouted: "Master Master," Master,

! Give it to the master and the master.”

Feng Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head to look at Qin Mufeng's expression, and indeed saw softness and satisfaction flashing across Qin Mufeng's face, which rarely showed its emotions.

The two have not yet got married, to be precise, they have never even held a serious engagement ceremony. The fact that Feng Zhiliang's little apprentice was directly called "Master Master" was also given Qin Mufeng's official identity to some extent.

Qin Mufeng nodded lightly, took out a handkerchief to wet it and cleaned the soil dipped on Feng Qing's hands, and then took out a box and handed it to Feng Zhiliang.

"Meeting gift."

Feng Qing blinked immediately: "Master Qi, when did you prepare it?"

She saw that the wooden box was exquisitely carved, obviously made of high-quality spiritual wood carvings. Although she had not seen the things inside, Feng Qing had already seen that this was specially prepared by Qin Mufeng.

How could Qin Mufeng carry any gift box with him? Although he would not prepare it himself. But if he specifically instructed the people below to prepare, this thought would be taken seriously enough.

Feng Zhiliang held the food box in his hand and blinked his eyes at Feng Qing, obviously wanting to know what Feng Qing meant.

"When you accept him, let Mu Liu prepare it." Qin Mufeng's face was calm, but what he said made Feng Qing's chest warm.

"Then accept it. Give me the food box." Feng Qing reached out and took the food box that was half a person tall for Feng Zhiliang, and looked around to see that there was no suitable place for eating.

He raised his left hand slightly, and his index finger gently tapped in the air. The wooden spiritual power lingered on her fingertips. In the open space not far away from the two, vines grew out of thin air and quickly grew into a pavilion.

Feng Qing carried the food box and walked into the pavilion.

Before Feng Zhiliang could react, Qin Mufeng threw the wooden box in his hand into Feng Zhiliang's arms, turned around and followed Feng Qing into the pavilion.

The vines are shaped pavilion with green leaves floating, and there is a small rattan table in the center and three rattan stools.

Feng Zhiliang was holding a wooden box in his hand, and after the vibration, he also reflected on it. He ran over quickly, took out two clean cushions from his Qiankun Ring and spread them on the stool. He also sorted out the cushions before picking up Feng Qing.

Food box in hand.

"Master, Aliang is here to serve you."

As he said that, Feng Zhiliang put the food box on the table and quickly opened the food box to take the food inside out.

They are all simple foods, but they are cooked with spiritual herbs.

Feng Qing looked at Feng Zhiliang, supported her right hand on her cheek, and smiled with a smile on her lips: "Aliang, who did you learn these from?"

Feng Zhiliang arranged the things and looked at Feng Qing respectfully, not understanding: "What is Master referring to?"

"Is someone in the valley telling you something, or has he bullied you?"

She had never taught Feng Zhiliang these things, and she had never thought about teaching her little apprentice. But Feng Zhiliang's movements were clearly very familiar, and it didn't seem to be the first time she did it.

.

Feng Qing suspected that someone in the valley taught him how to serve people, or who gave his little apprentice's face.

Feng Zhiliang is young and smart, but he can't understand Feng Qing's meaning at the first time, but he understands Feng Qing's last sentence.

"Master, no one bullies Aliang."

"Take it seriously?" Feng Qing's smile was not in his eyes: "Who else do you have contacted except Zongxue and the people in Baicao Garden on weekdays? Is anyone telling you?"

The people in the clan are all the younger generation in the clan, young and rarely have that heavy mind. Baicaoyuan is the territory of his third uncle, and Feng Qing knows more about his personality than anyone else. Feng Qing believes that

, No one will bully Aliang in these two places.

"On weekdays" Aliang looked at the gentle expression on his master's face. For some reason, he felt that the atmosphere around him had cooled down. He couldn't help but be more at ease and corrected his attitude to answer questions. He thought about it word by word before answering it.

: "Except for Zongxue and Baicaoyuan, Aliang has only been to the valley master's place twice, and has never been to the next place."

"My father?"

Feng Qing was surprised.

"Well. The Valley Master sent a message to Aliang and gave him guidance to Aliang himself. Master, Aliang's realm can be improved, but he is thanks to the Valley Master's guidance."

Only then did Feng Qing notice that his little disciple had been promoted from a level 5 spirit to a level 8 spirit, and had completely improved his strength at level 3.

It’s just that the gap between the three-level strength in Feng Qing’s eyes before was too small, and she ignored the past before.

"Master, Aliang is very happy in the valley. Everyone takes good care of Aliang, and no one bullies Aliang!"

Feng Qing nodded and felt relieved.

It seems that she really thought about it.

"In the future, you don't have to serve me like this. You are my apprentice, so there will naturally be other people doing these things. Sit down."

Only then did Feng Zhiliang understand why his master asked him like this.

While sitting carefully on the only empty stool, Aliang whispered: "Master, Aliang is willing. Aliang has always wanted to do this, but the master has not come back."

Feng Qing felt a little uncomfortable, and reached out and touched Aliang's head.

"I promise you, try to stay as much time as possible with you this time."

Feng Zhiliang's face suddenly turned red: "Actually, it's not necessary. Hehe. Master just needs to remember Aliang."

"If you forget, no one can forget my little apprentice."

Qin Mufeng put the chopsticks in front of Feng Qing, served a bowl of soup and handed it to Feng Qing, and Feng Qing also picked up some dishes for Qin Mufeng.

Both of them are people who don’t know how hungry they are, and they can do it even if they don’t eat.

However, Feng Qing saw that the food was good, so she didn't want to waste it.

Feng Qing asked Aliang, but Aliang said that he had eaten it. Feng Qing did not insist on Aliang eating more, but said, "Don't you look at the meeting gift your master has prepared for you? I'm a little curious."

Only then did Aliang take out the wooden box and touch it with some love.

This is the first time someone has given him something besides his master!

Aliang felt that he was the happiest person in the world. Since he met his master, he has been happier day by day and happier day by day.
Chapter completed!