A chicken in a phoenix nest

Chapter 21

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Ji Xiaocan was relaxed after completing the task, and completely forgot the original intention of being punished to practice calligraphy.

Feng put away the rice paper, and asked Ji Xiaocan, "Do you want to go and see Xiaoyin and the others first?"

"Why do you go to their place? Does the old hen have a relationship?"

"That's not true." After rinsing the brush in clear water and hanging it on the wall, Feng said, "Going to the human world this time is not like going to the demon world. You won't be able to come back in ten days and a half months. If you don't If you go to see the old hen, you will probably be miserable when you come back."

Ji Xiaocan shivered at the thought of the consequences of not going to the fairyland.After hesitating for a while, he still didn't dare to face the old hen alone: ​​"Why don't you go with me?"

Feng Yi has already put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.He walked to the door of the house and replied, "Okay. Let's go now."

Ji Xiaocan was ready to ride the phoenix to the fairy world, but Feng Yi took him directly to Feng Chunhua's bedroom.

The bedroom is worthy of being a bedroom, it is many times more luxurious than Feng Yifeng San's small courtyard.Only now did Ji Xiaocan know that the old hen, Xiaojin and Xiaoyin lived in Feng Chunhua's bedroom.

Xiao Jin waved to Ji Xiaocan in the main hall, Ji Xiaocan nodded and said hello to him: "Long time no see!"

Xiaoyin dragged Xiaojin back.From a distance, Ji Xiaocan heard Xiaoyin's voice scolding Xiaojin angrily: "Be quiet for me!"

The old hen hugged Ji Xiaocan—almost strangled him to death.

It was a little different from Ji Xiaocan's imaginary meeting where he scolded him. This obese woman burst into tears: "Son, it's so pitiful. How did you become so thin... Tell me how to lose weight!"

Ji Xiaocan pushed her away and wiped off the snot on her body: "Mother—" He threw himself into the arms of the old hen, blowing his nose vigorously—this is called treating another person with the same method—you made it I'm covered in snot, and I'm going to make you covered in snot too.

Little Silver hid in the distance in disgust.The old hen hugged Ji Xiaocan for a while, then pushed him away suddenly: "Really, it made my nose all over."

Ji Xiaocan was pushed and staggered, Feng Yi supported him.Ji Xiaocan complained: "How could you push me away!"

The old hen didn't look at Ji Xiaocan, but glanced at Feng Yi who was beside him: "Anyway, he will help you."

"..."

"You guys are going to the world." The old hen patted Feng Yi's shoulder, "Ji Xiaocan will leave it to you!"

"I usually take care of him!" Ji Xiaocan yelled.The old hen and Feng Yi chose to ignore him at the same time, and Ji Xiaocan complained, "He told me to practice calligraphy every day! Yesterday he asked me to practice a whole hundred characters."

"What!" The old hen became excited, "You can write! Write it to me!"

Xiao Jin immediately offered the brush and rice paper with both hands, and Xiao Yin patted his head: "You are really caring."

Now it was too late to study the ink, so Ji Xiaocan dipped some water and wrote two words on the paper - Feng Yi.

Not to mention, his writing is pretty good, but it's not very square and has a casual feeling.Feng Yi stared at 'Feng Yi' and shouted: "Xiao Can, I know why you couldn't write these two characters well before."

"why?"

"Didn't you realize you ticked this time?"

Ji Xiaocan looked at "Feng", and there was indeed a tick in the last stroke: "It seems that I haven't written it before..."

The old hen picked up the rice paper and looked at it for a long time: "Ji Xiaocan, how did you write it?"

"That's how it was written." Seeing that the old hen had no smile on her face, Ji Xiaocan felt a little nervous, and asked nervously, "Is it not well written?"

"Compared with others, it's really not that good." The old hen changed the subject, "But for you, the writing is really good."

"I thought you were praising me."

"Of course I'm praising you." The old hen said, "You can write 'beautiful chicken' again."

"Mom, you are not a beauty anymore," Ji Xiaocan made a face, "Old, mother, chicken."

"..."

"Mom, I'm just joking...Mother and child can't accept it—don't, don't come here...I'll write it now!"

Ji Xiaocan was forced to write "Beauty Chicken" very quickly.The old hen smiled happily at the words he wrote, and was about to hang them in the room to show off to Feng Chunhua, completely forgetting that Qing Shui's writing would disappear after a while.

She put away the handwriting, smiled and said to Feng: "From now on, you can continue to teach him how to write - if he doesn't want to, he can come to me at any time."

"it is good."

Ji Xiaocan was very depressed about the change of the situation. Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the door.

"Everyone is here!" Feng Chunhua walked in quickly, still wearing the iconic red dress.

The old hen asked, "Where is Phoenix Two and Phoenix Three?"

"Feng Er Feng San?" Feng Chunhua raised his head and shrugged, "It seems that he went to the world two days ago."

"What a coincidence?" Ji Xiaocan said in surprise, "We just happen to be going to the world."

"You?" Looking at Feng Yi, Feng Chunhua smiled, "You and Feng Yi are the only ones going. Maybe we will meet Feng Er and Feng San."

"It's indeed possible." Ji Xiaocan nodded, "But I don't want to meet the two of them."

"Why?" Feng Chunhua asked in surprise.

Ji Xiaocan curled her lips: "I don't want to disturb the two of them."

Feng San pursues Feng Er, this matter is known to almost everyone in the Feng Clan, and occasionally some other clans who are a bit gossip are also quite concerned about it.

World Tour · Small Porcelain Vase

"Shopkeeper, come to the room." The young man in a black gown took out the silver, weighed it, and gave it all to the innkeeper. The innkeeper likes this kind of free and easy, with a smile on his face, and hurriedly asked the waiter to pick it up. Take the luggage of those who come, and lead them to the room.Behind the young man was a young man in light yellow clothes. The young man's eyes rolled around and he looked at the innkeeper with a smile on his face.The innkeeper was almost stupefied by his smile, and returned to the counter in a daze, and started counting the money by tapping the dial.

The waiter couldn't help reminding: "Boss, you made a mistake."

Feng Yi put the luggage next to the bed, and Ji Xiaocan immediately threw herself into the bed's embrace: "Bed, oh bed, let us be together forever."

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Feng Yi no longer cared about Ji Xiaocan, but walked out and said, "Since there is a guy who wants to be with the bed forever, dinner must not be very attractive to him."

Hearing this, Ji Xiaocan immediately turned over and jumped up, not dragging his feet at all, and quickly ran to Feng Yi's side: "Although I really want to be with the bed forever, but as the saying goes, a little goodbye is better than a newlywed, and it's good to leave it for dinner of."

I don't know which genius invented the inn - there are food, sleep, tea, and occasionally storytellers, or some gossip from people in the rivers and lakes.

A storyteller came today.While eating, Ji Xiaocan listened to stories with relish.Hearing the excitement, he clapped his hands and applauded, and the others couldn't help booing too.The innkeeper and the storyteller were overjoyed, thinking that this young man was born to be a good material to cheer people up.

When Ji Xiaocan finally heard something boring and started to concentrate on eating, Feng Yi couldn't help sighing: "If I didn't know you, I would have thought you were their babysitter."

Just as Ji Xiaocan swallowed a big mouthful of rice, she choked a little.After taking a sip of water, he said: "It's hard to come to the world, of course we have to enjoy it—anyway, no one knows us, so it's okay to applaud if you feel happy. By the way, this tea is really delicious."

While Ji Xiaocan continued to listen to the book, Feng Yi secretly asked the waiter in the shop, keeping the name of the tea in his heart.

The storyteller spoke for a while and then left.When he left, he was very satisfied. Today, he got three times the usual salary, so he was going to have a big meal and reward himself—whether it was the pickled mustard buns at the door, or the flower rolls?The desolate storyteller fell into a deep entanglement.

In fact, Ji Xiaocan and Feng finished their meal early in the morning.After drinking a few more cups of tea, Ji Xiaocan went upstairs with Feng Yi.He sat down on the bed and fell asleep.

I don't know why, but Ji Xiaocan likes to sleep very much recently. It seems that she slept less in the fairyland when she was a child, and now she makes up for it all.In Xiaoyin's words, Ji Xiaocan is developing rapidly in the direction of a pig.Ji Xiaocan didn't pay much attention, he knew that Xiaoyin had always had a bad mouth.But Feng Yi didn't think there was anything wrong, every time Ji Xiaocan was sleeping, Feng Yi would take Ji Xiaocan or go out quietly, so as not to wake her up.

But sometimes it doesn't seem to work—Fengyi is very quiet, but other places are not so satisfactory—for example, the room next to Ji Xiaocan is making ping-pong-pong sounds.It sounded like someone was fighting.

Ji Xiaocan slept soundly and was not woken up.But Feng Yi couldn't stand it, so he went to the opposite side to find out.

"Is anyone there?" Feng Yi gently knocked on the door.

No one answered, but the sound of ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping was still heard.

Feng Yi pushes the door open.The door was not locked, but it was a bit laborious to push it, as if someone had deliberately placed a table at the door.

Feng Yi exerted some strength, and the door was pushed open.

The furnishings in the room were very similar to the one Feng Yiji Xiaocan lived in, except that this room faced south and north, and the moonlight filled the whole room, bright and majestic, as if the floor was covered with frost.

Feng subconsciously looked at the bed, but there were only neatly folded quilts on the bed, and there was no one.He opened the closet, but there was no clothes in it.The chair was very clean, and there was no thick layer of dust on it - which is really strange.

"Ping ping pong pong!"

Feng Yi followed the voice and looked towards the window sill - that's where the voice came from.

He walked over and saw a porcelain vase nestled in the crease of the curtain.