There are too many things going on these days, and I don’t know how Hua Mengmeng is doing. Since I don’t have any classes today, I decided to go to Chuan Chuan.

Xue Yelan's injuries from the big move in Jingzhao Prison haven't fully healed yet, so he went back to Tianshu Tower to heal his injuries when he had time. His spiritual power is originally restricted by the seal of heaven and earth in this world. In order to better protect A Xi, he

You need to strengthen your own strength, and during the healing time, think of her all the time, year after year.

When Feng Jiuxi came to Hua Cishu's house, there were dead branches and leaves under the steps of the square long corridor, and the sky was filled with dark clouds and shadows. She was extremely desolate and defeated. Feng Jiuxi's mood suddenly became bad.

She stepped forward and walked straight towards the central french door. As soon as she opened it, the gray figure of Hua Cishu rolled out, holding a wine bottle, smelling of alcohol, and there were a lot of empty spaces in the room.

Wine jar.

Feng Jiuxi remembered that Hua Cishu did not drink alcohol.

He was leaning against the wall, drunk as hell. There were two clusters of redness remaining on his gray face, which could not have been caused by excessive drinking. There was also green stubble under his chin, and his hair, which he had always taken care of, was messily covered.

Half of his face lacked the vitality of the young man he once was, and looked like a dying beggar.

Feng Jiuxi couldn't see the messy look on his face, so she called him with a hint of coldness in her tone, "Hua Cishu, get up, someone is here to see you."

A ray of bright light shone on his eyelids, and he seemed to be struggling to open his eyelids. His eyes were cloudy, as if he was waking up from a dream, "Evergreen, the wind is evergreen..."

Feng Jiuxi kicked his leg.

His eyes were fully opened, and the shadows overlapped, reflecting Feng Jiuxi's condescending and solemn figure.

He hung down again, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, and held the wine bottle to his mouth.

Feng Jiuxi became angry at the sight, kicked the wine bottle in his hand, and slapped him hard.

Hua Cishu's face was stiff and painful, and she woke up completely. She became angry with embarrassment and was about to scold her when her eyes turned cold and she became depressed again.

"Hua Cishu, I risked my life to save you. Are you mocking me now that you are acting like a ghost?"

"I feel really sorry for Prince Feng and his family."

When she talked about Prince Feng, his eyes finally lit up.

His life is like a mystery. He doesn’t know where he comes from, where he is going, and he doesn’t remember how old he is. Like all displaced children, he has no support and no relatives. He rummages through the garbage dumps over and over again to find something to eat, until

One day, a boy with a clean smile handed a fat white bun in front of him on a snowy day.

He looked at the young man, who was not much older than him, looking so clean and noble.

And he was so low and dirty, his stomach growled, and his eyes were cautious and eager.

Feng Changying said with a slight smile: "Hurry and take it, it won't be good if it gets cold."

His eyes were as bright as snow. He wiped his dirty hands on his rags and shyly took the bun. It was warm. It turned out that this was the temperature that people cared about. He was really hungry and took a big bite.

Feng Changying's face is as elegant as jade, noble and curious: "Are you alone?"

Hua Cishu was afraid of being disliked by him, so she released her body heat and nodded meekly.

The warm and pure aura on his body made Feng Changying feel happy both physically and mentally, with a gentle smile on his eyes.

"I feel so comfortable being around you."

Hua Cishu smiled happily. No one had ever put aside their prejudices and approached him proactively before.

Feng Changying said: "If you have any difficulties, why not go to my home? There are beautiful clothes, delicious food, and warm snowflakes and charcoal. We will become best friends."

Hua Cishu's voice was hoarse when she spoke, and her dark eyes were full of expectation.

"friend."

Feng Changying said happily: "Yes, friends, friends we talk to about everything."

The falling snow melted around the flower tree.

Feng Changying's body is wrapped in a white fur cloak, like a beautiful woman.

Such a pure and noble person deserves the most beautiful things and people in the world.

He has never hated himself like this for a moment.

He ran away with all his strength, and the streets, crowds, and flying snow passed before his eyes like phantoms.

He has to become stronger to be qualified to enter his world.

This thought lasted thirteen years.

But he just found him and before he could tell him, he disappeared from his life forever.

Ideals and beliefs all fall apart.

"You can leave after the princess has finished speaking." His face was gloomy, without any light.

"No, I haven't finished speaking yet. Hua Cishu thinks about you in the past, a handsome young man, an astonishing talent, and then look at you now, healthy and slovenly."

"If you do this to yourself, who will you deserve and who can feel at ease?"

An Xin, Hua Cishu's eyes brightened up as if he was frightened. Yes, Feng Changying would definitely be unhappy if she saw her looking like this.

He seemed to have been saved, and there was a weak strength in his tone: "What should I do?"

He was haggard and pale, with no self-confidence at all.

Feng Jiuxi said: "Has anyone come to see you these days?"

"Li Shangshu, he came here specifically to tell me that I was expelled from Qinglin College."

Feng Jiuxi thought: "It doesn't matter if you are removed from the family, or you can work for me without involving you."

"What do you mean?" Hua Cishu looked at her as if she was betrayed.

Feng Jiuxi said briskly: "Otherwise you think I have nothing to do to rob the prison."

The atmosphere became relaxed.

Hua Cishu had a dry expression and was indeed sold.

"You have my consent."

The corners of Feng Jiuxi's lips were slightly raised, her eyebrows were raised, her smile was both clever and charming.

"If you don't agree, you have to agree. You are quite famous in Jiulicheng. If you take a few scrapped paintings, people will rush over them. Go ahead and sell them."

Hua Cishu remembered what his master said about the painting and said coldly: "If you want me to sell it, I'll sell it. What do you think I am?"

Feng Jiuxi said: "Cheer up and listen carefully. I risked my life to bring you back to the prison gate. It will not be free. You will sell your paintings to pay off the debt."

How could Hua Cishu be sentimental? Her words had an effect faster than hangover soup.

He was so suppressed that his face turned blue and white, and he silently defended his power and dignity.

Feng Jiuxi gave her a proud look, adding fuel to the fire: "The painting saint is of great value to Jiuli, don't be anxious, pay it back slowly."

"If you don't obey, I will force you."

She curled up the corners of her lips, revealing a sinister smile, her eyes full of tricks.

Hua Cishu wanted to cry. It was so difficult to be entangled with a shameless woman.

Things are settled.

Hua Cishu's mood was completely carried away by her, and she looked much better than before.

Feng Jiuxi had a smile on her face and said, "Take care of yourself and start paying off your debts. I'm optimistic about you."

Hua Cishu: Can we still cooperate happily? Selling paintings is not selling people, so I can’t put it another way.

Feng Jiuxi saw that he had returned to his previous cuteness, whistling like a female gangster, and walked away in a swagger.
Chapter completed!