Chapter 1975 Extra Story: Beloved (52)

As soon as Feng Qingbai's figure appeared, Tianqi immediately went up to him, "Uncle Feng!"

The long and narrow phoenix pupils were dark and flickering exceptionally brightly. The fists that Feng Qingbai had been clenching tightly since entering the palace had not been loosened until now, and the palms of his palms had long been soaked in sweat.

He wanted to know the answer immediately, but he couldn't ask it for a long time, and his rare timidity was hidden behind it.

Want to hear, but afraid to listen.

The man didn't speak, but gave him a slight glance, "I'll rest here for now, you go and book a boat for the return trip tomorrow, this king is going back to Nanling."

"Uncle Feng... Did Ba Nian tell you?" He gritted his teeth and asked nervously.

The man stopped and looked at him, "What's the matter with you?"

"..." Almost immediately, Tianqi admitted his mistake, "I made a mistake, Uncle Feng, you can punish me whatever you want."

Feng Qingbai ignored it and walked away with a cold snort.

Isn't it being punished now?

The best way to torture a person is to torture the heart.

七七在柳家大院得长辈喜爱，他要是跟巴豆一样把人揍得五颜六色，回家了还得受长辈责怪。

As it is now, it's fine.

Tian Qi watched the back of the man leaving slowly, but did not catch up.

After getting along for many years, he naturally knows what a man's temperament is. What he refused to say, he would not say even if the sky fell apart.

Uncle Feng just wanted to make him uncomfortable, to make him uncomfortable.

He has to bear it obediently, so that he can barely dispel Uncle Feng's anger, maybe.

He summoned his servants and ordered the King of Nanling to wait on him, and Tianqi went to book the return ship himself.

Do it yourself.

Right now, he has to stay low and be small.

He wants to go back to Liu's compound!

After finishing what the man told him, Tian Qi went to the Forbidden Palace where Ba Nian was under house arrest.

It was night at that time.

There are no lamps in the hall, and the roaring and cursing inside can be heard from a distance at the entrance of the hall, which is almost crazy and incoherent.

They are all cursing Nanling King.

Tian Qi didn't enter, but stood at the entrance of the hall, listened quietly for a while before leaving. When he left, a pair of dark eyes were bright and faintly red.

...

In the blink of an eye, October is the season for the fragrance of golden osmanthus.

There are no sweet-scented osmanthus in Xinghua Village, but if you look around, you can see the green and yellow of Luofu Mountain in the distance, indicating the arrival of golden autumn.

The rice fields all over the Qinghe River are ready for a bumper harvest.

Every corner of the villages on both sides of the river is filled with laughter.

This kind of happiness and tranquility has lasted for decades.

Seeing the current situation of the village, no one would have imagined that more than 40 years ago, there was mist and gloom here, and every family was so poor that they had only a few meters to eat.

In the field, the young and middle-aged are cutting rice in full swing, and a group of old guys are sitting on the ridge of the field under the shade of trees, drinking water to cool off, and recalling the past.

"That old man Ancai also became a great-grandfather a few days ago, and his granddaughter-in-law gave birth to a fat boy." The old village chief Liu Jinfu looked at the indistinctly large tile-roofed house on the other side of the river, His eyes are full of deep crow's feet when he smiles, "Thinking about the time when we robbed our village of water, the old thing took the water from the downhill village to block the source of the upstream, it seems like it was yesterday."

"Back then, the two villages fought because of this incident, and my second son opened a ladle on his head. He was angry at the time, but now in a blink of an eye, the old guys who are fighting are all graying." Mr. Liu narrowed his eyes, thinking of that time, and Bitter and happy.

At that time, no one thought that they would have such a situation in the future, and the two villages became one family fortunately.

As soon as he finished speaking, the old men sitting on both sides all moved away, three feet away from him, disgusted with him.

"Go away, Ang, gray head? Don't compare yourself to us, go back and look in the mirror yourself, how many white hairs do you have!"