He knew that the day for Hong Yan to take action was definitely getting closer, and Feng Hongluan had a lot of things to solve at hand.

She finally figured out Wuming's true identity, and all the previous doubts about Wuming were solved one by one.

If there is only one thing that remains unclear, it is why Wuming's face looks like that when he wears half a mask.

Naturally, with her intelligence, this problem did not trouble her.

There is no doubt that Wuming, who showed half of his face, was just a deception, a deception that made her never think that Wuming was Ling Che.

In fact, there is another person named Wuming with a delicate face. Over the years, Wuming has always had two people, one real body and one clone.

Therefore, Wuming never wears that half-mask every time he comes to Prince Jin's Mansion, because the real Wuming, no, is Ling Che, who wants to sneak into Prince Jin's Mansion. Feng Hongluan will never believe that Ling Che is dormant in her father's house.

These many years around me have absolutely no purpose.

She would not even believe that Ling Che came back as a nameless person and never thought of taking action against the Feng family or her.

She was glad that at least she had tried out his identity before Wuming took action.

Hehe, Ling Che, Wuming, hehe, hehehe, hehehehe!

*

After an unseasonable heavy snowfall, the weather became unseasonably hot.

The weather this year is very strange. A few days ago, we were planning to put up the cotton door curtains. The sun has been scorching these past two days and people even want to take out their summer shirts.

Wuming has not been here for three days in a row.

It was Feng Hongluan who didn't let him come.

Using the snow as an excuse, she temporarily stopped Wuming from approaching Wuhen and Xiaotangyuan.

She even started planning to take Wuhen out of Feng Mansion first.

Wu Ming volunteered to be Wu Hen's martial arts master. Feng Hongluan didn't know that he was Ling Che before, so she might feel free to call Wu Hen to him.

But now, it's impossible.

Wuming hated her, Han Huiqing hated her, and Wuming and Han Huiqing had teamed up before, and Wuming was Ling Che, so Feng Hongluan knew in her heart the real reason why Wuming was close to Wuhen.

She will not let any rumors reach Wuhen's ears again. That child should not bear the grudges of the previous generation. Once she does, she can only be cruel.

She didn't want her hands to be stained with the blood of her loved ones.

So in the past two days, she had sent people to the small town where Hanfu in Jiangnan used to be. She knew that the small town was famous for its martial arts gyms, and there were countless martial arts gyms, large and small.

She chose one of them and asked someone to go there and make arrangements first.

When everything was arranged over there, she had Wuhen taken away secretly.

As Wuming was the only one here, she naturally had something to say.

Now, it's not time for Wuming to die again, because she knows that if the fire didn't kill Ling Che, it must not have killed the Bai family. The Bai family must still be alive somewhere in this world.

When you cut the grass, you must remove the roots. Thinking about the previous life, if Bai Shi hadn't confused right and wrong, Ling Che would not have destroyed their Feng family with hatred.

The Bai family is the culprit.

Before the Bai family is brought out, the nameless person cannot die.

*

After a few sunny days, the snow had melted away, and the people below had made arrangements for the Jiangnan Martial Arts School. It was impossible for her to accompany Wuhen there, so someone asked someone to find an old woman who had served her mother in the Han Mansion.

, and asked the old woman to take care of Wuhen on her behalf. She only asked the old woman to tell her that this was the young master of the Han family. His parents died young and he couldn't get used to living in the capital, so he came back.

No one is allowed to say anything else.

The martial arts gym she sent Wuhen to was hand-picked by her. It was not well-known and had only a few martial arts masters and apprentices. She chose this martial arts gym because she thought it was not well-known.

The night before Wuhen was sent away, she asked her wet nurse to bring Wuhen to her room.

Spring returned that night, and it was warm in the house. The windows were open, and the wind blowing in was very cool and comfortable. The sweet-scented osmanthus that had been suppressed by the snow bloomed again in two days, and was fragrant.

Feng Hongluanping backed away from the wet nurse and held Wuhen in her arms. She looked at Wuhen with loving and gentle eyes. Suddenly, she felt a little reluctant to let go. After all, she had watched her grow up and he had never left her side since childhood.

Wuhen snuggled into her arms docilely and said softly, "My wet nurse said, my cousin wants to send me to learn martial arts, but Master Wuming doesn't want to teach me anymore?"

Feng Hongluan smiled softly and stroked Wuhen's soft hair: "You are the place where your father was born, and one day you will have to go back."

"My cousin's mother was also born there, right? Then will my cousin go back too? And...will Mo Feng go back too?"

The warm breeze blew slowly, but Feng Hongluan felt a touch of sadness in her heart.

Going back, that place carried a lot of hurt from her mother. She once thought about going to see it, but she failed to go after all. In that small town in the south of the Yangtze River, martial arts were respected. She wanted to visit her mother.

Take a look at the places she walked and the scenery her mother had seen.

I'll probably go back and have a look later.

"Well, you wait for us there. After a while, my cousin and Mo Feng will pick you up and let your cousin-in-law arrange for you to enter the palace and learn kung fu from the martial arts masters of the princes in the palace, okay?"

"Cousin-in-law, isn't he, dead?" Xiao Wuhen raised his head and looked at Feng Hongluan innocently.

Feng Hongluan smiled softly and didn't answer. She just rubbed Wuhen's head: "There are many delicious things in Jiangnan. Mofeng likes cakes the most. Go and help her try something delicious. I will take her with me later."

When you go, just take her to eat, okay?"

A hint of indifference flashed across Wuhen's innocent little face: "I don't want to help her find whatever she likes to eat."

Sure enough, there is still something wrong with the little glutinous rice balls. If you are a kid, you will know that there will be trouble.

Probably because the glutinous rice balls are neither big nor small, and Wuhen is too old-fashioned and rigid.

In order to say "uncle", the wet nurse came to report, and the two of them had troubles countless times.

Does this count as childhood sweethearts?

Haha, look at her, what is she thinking!

Wuhen is Tang Yuan’s uncle.

"Wuhen, when you get to Jiangnan, you must listen to the master and wet nurse. Your cousin will definitely take you back in a year or two at most. Do you understand?"

"Cousin." Wuhen's little face became a little serious, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Huh? Haha, okay."

"Will you not want me?"

"Ah?" There was clearly a hint of nervousness in his eyes that shouldn't belong to a child.

Feng Hongluan rubbed his head in a funny way, wondering if he was sending him away this time. He thought too much that he didn't want him anymore.

"Silly boy, how could my cousin not want you?"

"Then will you..."

He raised his head, his eyes twinkling and his face flushed.

Feng Hongluan looked at him curiously: "Is it going to be something?"

"Is it possible that Mo Feng is really allowed to live in Mu Ye?"

"ah?"

Feng Hongluan never expected that he would ask such a question, and was a little stunned when asked.

The little man in her arms slid off her knees like a loach, turned his back to her, and said in a hasty tone: "Cousin, you don't know how to do it, right? Mu Ye is so dark, Mo Feng is so white, they are not worthy at all.

Yes or no?"

Turning his head, his smiling face turned red.

This is an expression that Feng Hongluan has never seen on his face.

Children, what are you doing? Mu Ye is so black and Mo Feng is so white. They are not worthy at all.

"Pfft!" Feng Hongluan couldn't help but laugh, stretched out her hand to greet Wuhen, and joked, "Could it be that you like our Mo Feng?"

"No, I hate her the most." After the child yelled at Feng Hongluan, he turned around and took the photo with a red smile, leaving Feng Hongluan alone in the warm night wind.

Overjoyed.

Xiao Guitou, he is really as big as a little devil.

Probably because of jealousy, Feng Hongluan knew from the moment she opened her heart to accept him that he simply had an awkward personality.

You obviously want to get close to someone, but you don't dare to do so. You obviously want to feel warm, but you don't want to open your mouth.

I obviously like glutinous rice balls, but I have to pretend to hate them.

He was probably jealous of Mu Ye's carefree personality and being too close to Tangyuan.

Tonight, she didn't think too deeply about it. After all, children know what love is, so she didn't know until after the Chinese New Year when she saw that her daughter was really married to Wuhen.

Little babies can actually mature very early. (The extra story will be about Wuhen and Tangyuan, about love, about hate, and about if you love, please love deeply.)

*

The day after Wuhen was sent away quietly, Feng Hongluan invited Wuming to his house for tea.

When they met again, she already understood the true identity of the person in front of her.
To be continued...