The fifth lady against the sky

Chapter 94 Arriving at Cloud City (3)
Feng Zewen, who was playing on the seesaw in his heart, kept drinking tea in order to conceal his anticipation.

"Father, my dear father." A call full of longing floated in the sky, and floated into Feng Zewen's ears. Before seeing him, he heard his voice first.Feng Zewen was trembling from the nasty shout, and tried his best to hold the teacup in his hand.

Looking up, Feng Zewen put down the teacup in his hand when he saw his daughter whom he had not seen for half a month, and pretended to be angry, "Here you are, and you didn't come to see Daddy first, what should you do!"

Feng Muxie pointed her fingers aggrieved, and it wasn't intentional. She really forgot that her father was still in the barracks, and said coyly, "Father, am I here? Doesn't it mean that father doesn't like to see me?" After finishing speaking, Feng Muxie Mu Xie raised her pitiful eyes and accused Feng Zewen.

What insistence, what father's prestige, Feng Zewen was looked at by his daughter's pitiful eyes, and immediately threw these out of the sky, and said softly: "Who said, dad misses my precious daughter day and night, and I will finish dinner early later. Go to bed early, your room was cleaned a few days ago."

Feng Muxie and Feng Zewen had another conversation, Feng Muxie said she was tired and slipped into Xiahou Qianmo's room secretly.Sneaking into Xiahou Qianmo's room, seeing that the room was pitch black and Xiahou Qianmo was not in the room, Feng Muxie lit a candle, picked up a military book on the desk, and lay on the bed to read.

When Xiahou Qianmo came in, he was looking at the yellow shadow of the candlelight reflected on Feng Muxie's quiet face, his eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly on a flower, his little hands clenched his fists like a vigilant kitten, so cute!

Such a lovely person belongs only to me!
Xiahou Qianmo took off his boots and outer robe, lay down gently on the bed, and embraced Feng Muxie in his arms from behind.As if to disturb Feng Muxie's dream, she moved her waist, turned over, and arched into Xiahou Qianmo's arms.Sensing her movements, Xiahou Qianmo turned sideways, wrapping his arms around her small waist.

Nestled in Xiahou Qianmo's warm and wide embrace, listening to the domineering and powerful heartbeat, Feng Muxie opened her mouth slightly, and slowly fell asleep.

The two embraced and slept, the cold moonlight cast from the window, and the silver frost fell on the ground, and the incense smoke above the incense burner was like a mist like a cloud.

The waning moon hangs high, looming in the clouds, and the few scattered stars are dimmed.A man in black quietly sneaked into the room where the dead man was being held, quietly wrenched off the soldier guarding the dead man from behind, and walked to the dead man who was wearing bracelets and anklets.

Although he has been tortured and bruised all over his body, it is horrible, but a dead man still has the vigilance he should have as a killer himself. He may have sensed a different aura approaching. The man in black struggled to open his eyes and saw the masked man in black in front of him. , asked weakly: "Who are you?"

The man in black knelt down, faced the dead man, and said in a low voice, "I was sent by the master. The master asked me to tell you that there is only one end for subordinates who are useless, and that is...death...".

"Puchi." The sound of a dagger piercing into flesh and blood.

The dead man looked down at the dagger stuck in his heart, he was not surprised or angry, it seemed that this ending was inevitable, the expression on his face was only relief.

The man in black snorted coldly, cursed in a low voice: "Trash." Then he left quietly.

The sun rises in the east, and the waning moon fades away.

The vast golden brilliance scattered from the east, illuminating the earth to wake up from the silence.

The morning sun was shining, and the first ray of eyes in the morning shot into the house. Feng Muxie woke up from a deep sleep and saw the "wall" blocking her. Only then did he remember that he fell asleep reading a book on Xiahou Qianmo's bed last night.

Feng Muxie carefully slipped out of Xiahou Qianmo's arms, passed Xiahou Qianmo, put on her clothes and shoes and walked out the door.When he walked into his room, Wuyou handed the prepared hot water and handkerchief to Feng Muxie. After Feng Muxie washed, he caught sight of Fang Fang who was sleeping soundly on his bed, and stepped forward to poke it with his finger. He poked his belly, waved his fangs with his paws in annoyance, then turned around, leaving Feng Muxie with a back. Make a loving breakfast.

In the kitchen, the cooks are busy making breakfast. Some are picking vegetables, some are cooking fire, and some are cooking porridge. Everyone is doing their own work seriously. This small kitchen is specially prepared for the generals. , Therefore, the ingredients that should be available are still very comprehensive. This is the treatment of high-level leaders. The generals who ate and lived with the soldiers have not been found in the military camps of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

Feng Muxie walked into the small kitchen, looked around, saw an unused stove in the far corner, and walked straight over.The cooks in the kitchen looked at each other, wondering who this pretty little girl was?Wuyou saw everyone's doubts behind him, and introduced: "Hi, ladies, this is the daughter of General Feng and the fiancee of the fifth prince. My lady wants to make breakfast for the fifth prince, so you can just do your own thing."

All the cooks got up hurriedly, got up and made a blessing ceremony, and said respectfully: "See miss."

"You don't need to be too polite, aunts. I don't have so many rules. Please, this aunt, bring me some eggs, fresh chicken, and flour. The rest of the aunts should be busy, so don't delay the breakfast of the generals."

The cook who was ordered by Feng Muxie quickly brought the things Feng Muxie needed, handed them to Feng Muxie, and Wuyou walked over to help.Feng Muxie kneaded the fresh chicken in flour for a while, and rinsed it in clean water for a while, until the flour on the chicken was washed off with clean water, then sprinkled another layer of flour, and put it in the place where Wuyou finished. Frying in cooked oil, seeing a pancake in the kitchen, Feng Muxie cut it into two, dripped a few drops of sesame oil on it, then covered it with a layer of lettuce leaves, put the fried chicken into oily yellow Simple burgers fresh from the oven on lettuce leaves.

I made three servings in total, one each for Feng Zewen, Feng Mutian and Xiahou Qianmo. Looking at the strange things on the plate, Wuyou wondered if they could be eaten. It seemed that the strange things my lady made were delicious. Yes, in the interval of worry-free doubts, Feng Muxie cooked lean meat porridge again.

When Feng Muxie walked into Xiahou Qianmo's room with a loving breakfast, Xiahou Qianmo had just returned from morning exercise and saw what Feng Muxie put on the table.

(End of this chapter)