Feng Zhao said that he wanted Qin Mufeng to see Fengqi first, explain the situation in detail and gain Fengqi's approval, but excitedly grabbed Qin Mufeng and said the precautions for two moments before letting him go.

After Feng Qing woke up, she didn't see Qin Mufeng, so she went to Fengqi's yard first.

Fengqi also lives in the Yaowang Mansion, and the valley is still under construction. Fengqi and Fengqing will live in the Qingyuan, which is located in the innermost part of the Yaowang Valley.

This Qingyuan is not the other Qingyuan, but is a single-built house with a large area. It is located on the only small waterfall in Wancui Mountain. The scenery is extremely beautiful. After Fengqing and Fengqi's discussion, the courtyard was named Qingyuan, which mainly allowed Fengqing and Fengqi to live in.

Now Fengqi has the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill, it can be said that he is a complete transformation.

Feng Gang and Feng Qi didn't say anything to her, but Feng Qing knew very well. The Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill had to take its last breath to have an effect. Feng Qi's temperament changed greatly since he returned. Feng Qing knew that it was because Feng Qi had truly experienced a death.

Now Feng Qi's aura is restrained and as steady as a mountain, and he can't see through his realm easily.

Feng Qing did not ask whether Feng Qi's realm has recovered from ten percent.

Just looking at Feng Qi's current state, Feng Qing was extremely relieved.

Feng Qing yawned and stepped into Fengqi's yard, and saw Fengqi washing his hands. Under his feet was a pot of sixth-grade purple spiritual flowers, with a fragrant aroma.

Obviously Fengqi just transplanted it.

Feng Qing knew that this was Feng Qi’s hobby that he had only recently, and that was to accompany Aliang to Baicao Garden to discuss spiritual medicine planting with Elder Feng Yu.

Feng Qi's medical skills are the ninth grade. Although he cannot refine elixirs, he has his own unique insights in medicine. Feng Qing knows that Feng Qi's research on spiritual medicinal materials will not lose much to Feng Yu.

"Here you come."

While washing his hands, Feng Qi talked to Feng Qing, his tone was gentle, and the cold and hard expression he had before was almost invisible on his face.

"Well. Father, I'm a little thirsty. Do I have water to drink?"

Fengqi's yard is larger than Fengqing's yard. During this period, because Fengqing was diligent in coming, Fengqing simply used wooden spiritual power to build a swing and sat with Fengqi from time to time.

Like Feng Xu, she experienced the panic of almost losing her father, so after her father recovered, she felt a little strange and wanted to make up for it.

"It's a little cold, please change it to another pot."

Feng Qi was about to call for someone when he was recruiting, but when he saw Feng Qing wrapped the kettle on the stone table with fire-type spiritual power, he poured himself a cup, raised his head and drank it.

He really doesn't look like a lady from a noble family at all.

If it were in the past, Feng Qi would definitely have scolded Feng Qing, but now he has only curled his lips and moved the flower pot to a place with plenty of sunshine before coming over.

Feng Qing had already drunk two glasses of water and relieved her dry mouth that had just woken up. She sat on the swing and slowly shook it.

"Why can Uncle San be willing to give to his father that sixth-grade purple spark?"

"Hmm?" Feng Qi also poured water for himself and slowly drank it, as if he felt that Feng Qing asked this question a little stupidly. He glanced at him in a faint way. The meaning of that glance was clearly "Whether he is willing to give up has something to do with me?"

Feng Qing shrugged immediately, no longer having the desire to ask further.

It seems that her father's personality changes only appear on the surface, and his temperament is not exactly the same as before.

"How is your mother today?"

"It's still the same." Feng Qing was also used to Feng Qi asking Ji Wushuang's physical condition every day: "Father, if I can really revive my mother, do you want to consider cultivating feelings with my mother? We are all spiritual practitioners. Father, you really don't need to feel inferior because my mother is fifty or sixty years older than me."

Feng Qi finished drinking water slowly, and his starry eyes that were exactly the same as Feng Qing stayed on Feng Qing's face for a long time, and suddenly waved: "Come here, I'll take your pulse."

"What's wrong?" Feng Qing jumped off the swing obediently, and Feng Qi's eyebrows jumped. It was not until Feng Qing sat in front of him and stretched out her white arm with the silver phoenix bracelet that Qin Mufeng covered the strangeness in his eyes.

"Very tired?" Feng Qi saw Feng Qing's face was a little pale, and there was still tiredness in her eyes.

"A little. I don't know why, but I've never been able to sleep well recently, I don't have the strength, and I'm prone to trance. Is it because I've been practicing elixirs a while ago?"

Feng Qi put his hand on Feng Qing's wrist, and as soon as he put it on, his eyebrows jumped.

It's true.

"Where are others?"

For some reason, Feng Qing always felt that when his father said these three words, his tone returned to the cold and hard feeling he used to be.

The feeling of being covered with ice and wanting to smash Qin Mufeng to death with three words.

"I woke up and didn't see it. I probably had something to do."

"Other hand."

Feng Qing was a little panicked and changed his arms obediently: "Father, am I really suffering from some terminal illness? Why are you so scary about your face?"

Feng Qi glanced at Feng Qing lightly and said nothing.

Feng Qing immediately shut up obediently.

What should I do? She can't withstand the hurtful look of her father!

After Feng Qi finished taking the pulse, he just raised his hand and turned around and saw Feng Zhao and Qin Mufeng standing at the gate of the yard.

"Second uncle."

"uncle."

The two of them went inward after they met Fengqi.

Feng Zhao's eyes swept around Feng Qi and Feng Qing's faces, but he didn't say anything, just sat on the stone bench beside Feng Qi with some playful expression. Then Feng Zhao's eyes glanced at Feng Qing's waist from time to time with joy.

Qin Mufeng looked at Feng Qing's arm that had just been withdrawn, and a light flashed in his eyes.

"sit."

This was said to Qin Mufeng.

Feng Qing looked at Feng Qi's face carefully again.

She was sure it was not an illusion, and her father's tone when he spoke to Qin Mufeng was covered with ice.

No, wasn’t it quite gentle a while ago, and he looked like he had accepted Qin Mufeng?

Feng Qing murmured in her heart, so she gave Qin Mufeng a look that she was innocent and knew nothing, so that he could take care of herself.

Qin Mufeng had comfort in his eyes, and sat beside Feng Qing, reached out and touched Feng Qing's hand, feeling a little cool, so he grabbed her hand in his hand to warm it up.

"Are you hungry? Cangzuo made red bean sweet soup, and now you can eat it?"

Feng Qing licked her lips, her eyes lit up: "Then let's eat together!"

Feng Qing glanced at the entrance of the courtyard and saw Cang Zuo holding a plate outside.

Feng Qi glanced at Feng Qing's appearance, but did not attack Qin Mufeng directly. He really waited for Cang Zuo to bring the red bean soup, and served a bowl for the four of them, and ate it with Feng Qing.

Except for Feng Xu, other men in the valley rarely eat sweets, as did Fengqi and Feng Zhao.

Both of them only took a little bite and did not move again.

Just watching Feng Qing drink two bowls by himself, Feng Qing's eyes at Qin Mufeng seemed not as cold as before.
Chapter completed!