Her Majesty’s Modern Harem

The next day, Azai woke up and said happily to Su Junli, "Sister, I dreamed of my mother last night. She touched my hair, my face, and held my hand. I am so happy." Yeah. I love you"

Su Junli's heart was sour, she stretched out her hand to pull Azai into her arms, and stroked her hair.

"Sister, when will you take me to see Master Jun Mo?"

Azai didn't feel Su Junli's complicated emotions, but raised his head and asked.

"I'll go after breakfast." Su Junli hugged her even tighter.

If the paternity test proves that Azai is really his own daughter, will he be willing to let her leave his side?

"That's great, sister. In fact, I've heard of Master Jun Mowen's name a long time ago. I've always wanted to meet him, but I never thought that I would have the opportunity to become his disciple and practice inner strength with him." Only then did Azai realize that Su Junli was hugging herself very tightly, and asked suspiciously, "Sister, what's wrong with you? Why are you hugging me so tightly?"

"Because my sister likes Azai."

Su Junli let go of Azai, took her little hand, and sat down on the dining table.

Huang Fei'er and Chu Xian had already put breakfast on the table, everyone had breakfast together, talking and laughing, it was lively and happy.

"Sister, I really like this atmosphere." Azai looked at Su Junli and said, "It makes me feel more like home."

Huang Fei'er felt the same.

For so many years, she has always been alone, without contact with any relatives and friends, and every meal is irregular according to her mood, and there is no meal, it is extremely desolate, and her heart is extremely empty.

Now, this emptiness was filled all of a sudden, and her heart was overflowing with happiness.

But, after all, they still have to leave their side and live their own lives.

However, for such a moment, she was satisfied.

Ye, who was sitting next to her, noticed her emotion, reached out and stroked her shoulder, "Mother, don't worry, no matter how far we go, Chu Xian and I promise to come back to see you once a month, and Ah Zai is here, you will not be alone."

Huang Feier nodded.

After breakfast, Su Junli took Azai to Jun's house to find Jun Mowen.

Knowing that she was coming, Jun Mowen had been waiting at the door for a long time, only two servants were waiting beside him.

Facing the sun, Jun Mowen, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was looking at Su Junli with a warm smile, with an unconcealable excitement in his expression.

"Jun Li—"

Jun Mo asked her name in a low voice.

"Mr. Jun—"

Su Junli stepped forward quickly and took his outstretched hand.

Although Jun Mowen's hand was still cool, it was no longer as cold as it used to be, and she also vaguely felt the burning heart formula coming from his body.

"I practiced well."

Su Junli praised.

In such a short period of time, Jun Mowen has already learned how to master it, and he has cultivated the Burning Heart Art to the third level. As long as he practices a little more, he will soon reach the fifth level, and he can truly integrate with the Xuanbing Heart Art. together.

"I have to thank you for everything." Jun Mowen looked at her and said.

"You are Master Jun Mo?"

Azai came up and said sweetly, "I'm Azai."

Jun Mowen looked at the lovely Azai, stretched out his hand, and shook her, "Hello, Azai."

"Hello, Master."

Azai said happily, "I like you very much!"

"I like you very much too!" Jun Mowen looked at Azai with a strange look.

"What's wrong?"

Su Junli noticed the change in him and asked hurriedly.

"Azai is very much like a person."

"Who?"

"My master."

Su Junli's pupils shrank slightly, wondering if he was talking about the deserted wind.

"Is your master male or female?"

"It should be a man."

Su Junli's heart skipped a beat, and she asked anxiously, "Is his right leg broken?"

"I don't think his right leg is broken, but it's really inconvenient for him to walk." Leng Qingfeng asked suspiciously, "Have you already guessed who my master is?"

"If there is no accident, it should be the person I guessed."

Su Junli reached out and touched Azai's hair, "That man also has a close relationship with Azai, I am looking forward to seeing him again."

Azai looked up at her and asked, "Sister, why does Master Jun's master have a close relationship with me? Is he my relative?"

"Azai, do you remember what your master looks like?" Su Junli asked.

Azai shook his head, "He has never shown his face in front of me. He has always been covered in black cloth and black clothes. I can't even be sure whether he is a man or a woman. But I can be sure. Yes, his right leg is not inconvenient, and he should not be the same person as Master Jun's master."

If Jun Mo Wen's master is Leng Qingfeng, but Azai's master is not, then who else would it be?

Su Junli told Jun Mowen that Azai had only practiced the Burning Heart Jue.

Jun Mowen was also lost in thought. He couldn't figure out what happened to him and Azai, and he only practiced one of them.

"Mr. Jun, Azai is also a very meaningful person to me, just like my own daughter. I hope you can guide her to practice Xuanbing Xinjue. You can play the role of double cultivation and double supplementation, or you can Quickly improve skills, and minimize the chance of becoming obsessed."

"I will."

Jun Mo asked nodded, looked at Su Junli and asked, "Are you looking for my master?"

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"Five years ago. Regardless, he might come to me this year, because he gave me a bag of important things that day and said he would go back in five years." Jun Mo asked, "Maybe it's just these few days. Something happened."

Su Junli's heart was overjoyed again. Could it be that everything will be broken and nowhere to be found?

"Can I see what he gave you?" Su Junli asked.

"It's just a set of clothes, but he said it was very important and told me not to lose it."

"Then show me—"

Su Junli really wanted to know why Leng Qingfeng's clothes were so important.

Jun Mowen did not refuse, and led her into his room.

Looking at the bright and airy house with four walls, Su Junli thought of the last time I saw Jun Mowen here. At that time, the house was as cold as an ice cave, and all the windows were covered with thick curtains, making it airtight.

It's completely normal now, except for a slight chill.

Jun Mo asked a servant to take out a black wooden box for him, and then opened it.

Seeing the blue dress in the black wooden box, Su Junli was completely stunned.

This dress is very familiar to her, because it was what she wore when she was sixteen years old.

Of course, the maker of this suit is also Leng Qingfeng, who sewed it stitch by stitch, and hooked a lily flower that she likes most on the front of the suit.

She picked up the clothes and looked at the still lifelike lily on the blue clothes. The scene of the coming-of-age ceremony that day was vivid in her memory, as well as Leng Qingfeng's pampering eyes that almost watered when she looked at her.

It was on that day that my aunt fell in love with Leng Qingfeng in white at first sight.

"Do you know this dress?"

Jun Mo asked suspiciously.

"I don't know this dress, but it's embroidered with lilies, I do." Azai shouted from the side.

"you recognize?"

Su Junli and Jun Mowen looked at Azai at the same time and asked.

Azai took out a blue handkerchief and a baby blue skirt from the bag she was carrying, and saw a lily flower embroidered on them.

And the lily flower was exactly the same as the lily flower embroidered on the dress in Su Junli's hand. Obviously, it was written by the same person.

"This handkerchief and this skirt are my treasures. My grandma said they were left to me by my parents. Unexpectedly, Master Jun also has the same clothes here." Azai said.

Su Junli narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the three identical lilies in her hand, and suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon, that is, in the embroidery thread behind the three lilies, there were clearly formed "Su Junli" three lilies. Character.

Leng Qingfeng, do you miss me so much?

"I want to write a letter on it. If your master comes, let him read it."

Su Junli put the dress back into the small black box, picked up a pen, ink, paper and inkstone at the desk next to her, and began to write letters.

Originally, she wrote with a pen, but she was worried that Leng Qingfeng would not recognize her handwriting, so she wrote with a brush.

Her brush calligraphy was also taught by Leng Qingfeng, and she still remembers the warm feeling of being hugged by him on his lap, holding her hand, and writing her name stroke by stroke on rice paper when she was four years old.

The structure of her characters is very similar to Leng Qingfeng's, except that hers is a little more domineering, while Leng Qingfeng's characters are a little more stern.

Jun Mowen and Azai watched her swipe her brush with admiration in her expressions.

Although they didn't know what was written in her handwriting, the gesture of her waving her brush was like the aura of a king in the world commanding thousands of troops, which made them respectful and wanted to worship.

Su Junli didn't write much in the letter, just a few sentences, "Leng Qingfeng, I'm Su Junli, I'm here, if you see the letter, please contact me."

Below is a series of her mobile phone numbers.

After writing the letter, fold it into a lily shape and put it on top of the dress.

If he wants to come to pick up the clothes, he should be able to see the letter.

I don't know if he will be surprised when he sees his letter appearing, thinking of his ruthless scene that day.

Whether it is an enemy or a friend, she must see him.

"On that day, Master also gave me a piece of wool. This wool is a bit special. I always feel that the jade inside it is a bit strange. I can't restrain my curiosity and want to untie it." Jun Mo asked the servant to pick it up from his safe. A piece of wool the size of a basketball came out, and the sandy leather of the wool was not the usual black or gray, but slightly purple in color.

When Su Junli reached out to touch it, a familiar but strange texture of jade permeated.