Gu Nuoer sincerely admired: "It's beautiful."

Mrs. Feng stretched out her sleeves and her eyes were red, but she said with a smile, "This is the cloth we picked together before Yu'er left Beijing."

"But when the clothes are ready and delivered, she has passed away."

"Xianggong and I are afraid of seeing things and thinking about people, so we have been locked in the box."

"If we want to make a painting of the whole family today, let's wear this, so if Yu'er can see it under Jiuquan, he will be happy too."

Feng Zhiyu stood beside Gu Nuoer and whimpered: "Mother..."

Gu Nuoer's nose was slightly sour.

She turned her head to ease her emotions, and then smiled softly: "Uncle Feng, please fetch me a pen and inkstone. I will do my best to make the painting well."

When Ye Siming arrived on his horse, he saw this scene—

In the garden, the Feng family was wearing bright purple clothes, their hair was not messed up at all, and they were sitting in mahogany chairs.

They were shoulder to shoulder with each other, smiling happily.

At the stone table not far in front of him, Gu Nuo'er was bending over to pick up a pen and drawing on the large rice paper.

Ye Siming walked over lightly.

The Feng family quickly got up to say goodbye, and Ye Siming waved his hand, indicating that there is no need to be more polite.

Gu Nuoer was completely immersed in the creation.

In her eyes, Feng Zhiyu was standing behind the couple, in the middle.

Feng Zhiyu endured the burning pain of the sun and tried to smile brightly.

Originally, Gu Nuoer wanted to suggest that the Feng family and his wife change their place.

But Mrs. Feng said that the flowerbed behind them was planted for Feng Zhiyu.

When Feng Zhiyu was alive, he liked flowers, but he couldn't smell fragrant powder and pollen because of his health.

After she left, Mrs. Feng knew that she loved beauty, so she planted flowers in the yard at home.

The couple hope that when their daughter comes home, they can see the swaying fragrance.

Ye Siming saw Gu Nuo'er's painting fascinated, but he didn't even notice that there was a pink butterfly in his hair.

With a deep, loving smile in his thin eyes, he stood aside, quietly waiting for his girl.

"Master Hou..." Qin Song's voice came from behind.

Ye Siming immediately turned his head and made a booing gesture.

Gu Nuo'er didn't hear it and was outlining Feng Zhiyu's outline.

So, Ye Siming walked to Qin Song first, motioning him to go outside the garden and then speak.

"What's up?"

"That girl Ruoxin said she wanted to see you one last time."

"Don't go." Ye Siming seemed to feel unlucky and frowned slightly.

Qin Song hesitated for a moment: "She said she only had one question to ask, and she died without regret."

"Because of this, she kept struggling and yelling."

Ye Siming paused for a while, then raised his eyes darkly: "Go and have a look."

When they reached the front yard, the Hu Kui army had already taken Feng Ruoxin out of the firewood.

Xu is because of the struggle, Feng Ruoxin was disheartened, and his forehead was broken.

When she saw Ye Siming, her eyes lit up.

Ye Siming stopped at some distance from her.

"You only have a chance to say three words, say it." The young man said coldly.

Feng Ruoxin hurriedly said, "Do you remember, Marquis, when you attacked Yun'ao Pass before, you saved a girl who was almost humiliated, that's me!"

Ye Siming looked at her lightly: "So what?"

Feng Ruoxin was taken aback.

"So... Marquis, I know that I am not as beautiful as Princess Yaoguang, nor as good as her family background, but my love for you must be the truest thing in the world!"

Tears fell from her eyes: "If Marquis is willing to keep me, even if you let me be a bull and a horse, I will."

"You are my benefactor, and everything I do is to find you!"