In the northern courtyard.
Feng Chu Ge was lying peacefully on a self-made swing under a lush tree.
The air after the rain was very fresh, and the surroundings seemed to have been washed clean, revealing vitality.
Feng Chu Ge was wearing a light blue long dress. His eyes narrowed slightly on his exquisite face.
With one hand, he held the sleeping meatball, and with the other, he held a book.
She casually leaned against the swing and couldn't help but smile when she thought of how she had teased Ah Chen.
Violet Orchid heard Feng Chuge's laughter from afar.
"Miss, what's the matter? Why are you smiling so happily?"
Feng Chuge leaned lazily on the side, his hand casually flipping through a few books about charms masters that Elder Yang had given him. "No ~ What could happen?"
"You still say you didn't." Zi Lan giggled." Could it be that Young Master Yun asked you to stay there and said something?"