The north wind whistled, Feng Lian cared for the bamboo slips and put them back into the bag, holding his sword and walking alone in the wind and snow. After walking for a long time, the sound of horse hooves and wheels from far to near sounded from behind him. He couldn't help but stop and turned around with a hint of surprise. It was the carriage from the Qi Mansion.

A trace of flame ignited in his heart again, the carriage stopped in front of him, the curtain was lifted, but this time Qi Chen was not seen, only his young son.

Feng Lan's heart was inexplicably cold.

Qi Miao bowed and leaned out of the car, but did not get out of the car, and stood on the table, so that he would be taller than Feng Lan.

Feng Lian lowered her head modestly, but her chin was suddenly lifted by the boy's powerful fingers, and then she met a pair of half-closed eyes. Cold Yi's voice burst into jokes: "You can make a living by your face, but you just have to rely on your talent?"

Feng Lian chuckled calmly: "Is it possible that Mr. Xiao Qi likes my face better than those words on the bamboo slip?"

His calmness won Qi Miao's eyes a little, so he stopped and let him go.

"My father taught me that only by enduring hardships can one become the best." Qi Miao spoke to him, like an adult, "If you want to make a name for yourself, you must start with the most humble identity."

Feng Lian remained silent: "The lowly people in the eyes of the world are like slaves, beggars, and prostitutes. I don't know which one is Xiao Qi's point of view?"

"It's a pity that you are so beautiful that you are just a swordsman." Ling Jue Bingxue's arrogance reflected in Qi Miao's eyes, "From now on, you can follow me."

After saying that, he turned around and sat back into the car. Feng Lan understood the meaning and leaned over and bowed: "Yes, young master."

Unconsciously, Qi Miao changed his title, and he admired his intelligence very much.

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"Feng?" Youmeng heard him tell his past and became very interested in him. "Where does your family come from? It sounds huge and mysterious. Let me talk to you?"

Qi Wu looked at her clever appearance and decided to satisfy her desire for knowledge, with a gentle smile in her eyes: "Does the princess still remember what I told you at the birthday party, the story of King Ji of Chu?"

Youmeng was slightly stunned and nodded in a daze again.

"After King Ji of Chu became the Queen, he was granted three great heroes: Yin Peiyu, Su Qiao, and Feng Qingchen." Qi Wu said, "They were ranked among the three Dukes and continued until the reunification of the Qi Dynasty. These three major families were all loyal to the Qi family. When the Queen was alive, she made a swearing to support the queen and grandchildren for generations and descendants of the Jiang family."

"Why are these three major families disappearing now?" Youmeng sighed that the times have changed, and the waves have washed away all the heroes of the ages, and her heart is filled with coldness.

"Yin Peiyu was originally from a great family. Zhi Ji Zhuoran was once praised by the daughter as Zhang Liang by her side. Although he stood in the court during the Xuanzong period, his descendants died young, and the family became increasingly declining. He died after he could not survive the middle of the Qi Dynasty."

Qi Wu lowered her eyes and took a sip of tea, and then said, "Su Qiao is in charge of military power and has his own troops. His descendants inherited their titles and became the first warlord family in Jiangnan. The Su family was prosperous, but later it was destroyed in the struggle with your father."

Youmeng was quite shocked: "The whole clan was destroyed?"

Qi Wu nodded in a deep look and continued, "As for our Feng clan, my ancestor Feng Qingchen, has mastered the Zongheng School and is a fellow disciple with the daughter."

Youmeng opened his mouth incredibly: "Your ancestors, my mother's ancestors, are brothers and sisters?"
Chapter completed!