Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

There was heavy snow falling all night, which was supposed to be a good white noise to help her sleep, but Qingyun had a nightmare. In the dream, a big snake pounced on her and woke her up.

Qingyun didn't have the strength to open the curtains, but he could get behind them and look out over the distant mountains and forests, which were all white. Only the many evergreen trees planted inside Fufeng Fort added some highlights to the bleak snow scene.

The cafeteria over at the military camp was steaming, and there were soldiers climbing up and down the playground like pandas in a game of hide-and-seek.

When Goldfish heard some noise in the inner room, he hurried over to check and easily saw that there was a bulge in the curtain.

She called out "Miss" softly, and for fear that any sudden noise would scare Qingyun, Goldfish deliberately stepped on the ground to make a louder noise.

Qingyun heard the sound and came out from behind the curtain with some effort, but there was no other way because the curtain fabric was indeed very thick.

Seeing that Qingyun was indeed not wearing extra clothes, Jinyu hurriedly pulled her hand and touched her shoulders. Seeing that she was hot, Jinyu felt relieved.

Qingyun will wash and dry the clothes he is going to wear the day before, and then put them in an incubator to warm them up at night, so that he will feel cold when he wears them.

Goldfish tucked her into bed and went to get clothes for her, but unexpectedly Qingyun didn't want to wear the Snow White home clothes that she had chosen last night.

Sometimes Goldfish really feels that she might be a prophet. Perhaps it is because the eldest daughter always acts on her impulse and she has been forced to get used to such impromptu ideas.

"Sister Goldfish, how about wearing that colorful little butterfly set?" Qingyun softened her voice and acted coquettishly. This trick worked almost every time in Fufeng Fort.

What could the goldfish say? It could only agree. Fortunately, the butterfly skirt was delivered two days ago. After being washed and disinfected, it was fumigated with a faint plum blossom scent yesterday. It could be worn today.

This butterfly dress was given to her by Feng Huayang. Since Feng Huayang is coming back today, she has to wear it to show her love for it.

Today is the Lantern Festival, which is also a festival of family reunion. Feng Huayang and his family will have to have lunch with their elders at home before returning to Fufeng Fort in the afternoon.

Qingyun was wearing thick snow boots, a fox fur coat on the outside, and a hand warmer in her hands. She was standing at the second gate of Fufeng Fort waiting.

Fuyao and Qingfenglangyuan are on the left and right sides of the second gate respectively. The distance between them is not too far. However, there are special cars inside the second gate, and cars from outside are not allowed to enter unless in special circumstances.

Feng Huayang listened to a long string of words urging marriage at home and looked at a long list of unmarried high-quality men. He felt a headache and found an excuse to run away after lunch.

Qingyun had been waiting here for nearly half an hour, wondering whether the things had been delivered to Qingfenglangyuan.

As soon as Feng Huayang got off the car, she saw Qingyun standing at the door waiting for her. She was wearing the skirt she had seen when she was shopping with her elders.

"Auntie." Qingyun moved his legs gently. After standing for a long time, he felt a little stiff, so he could only call out happily where he was.

After being blown by the cold wind for a long time outside, Qingyun's little face was still frozen red even though she had done a good job of keeping warm, which made Feng Huayang's heart soften again and again.

Feng Huayang picked up Qingyun and kissed her, then asked her about her recent situation with concern. Because Qingyun had been waiting in the snow for more than half an hour, Jinyu and Jinqiao were both complained by her.

Qingyun explained for a long time that he missed his aunt and wanted to see her as soon as possible. Only then did Feng Huayang's expression relax and he smiled brightly.

In the breeze-filled courtyard, Jin Qiao had already moved several flower pots in the greenhouse to the wall near the door. Such warm and bright colors, like the bright sunshine, can easily make this somewhat dark room shine.

Feng Huayang saw the pots of flowers as soon as she entered the house. She smiled so hard that her teeth were exposed when she learned that Qingyun had specially prepared them for her. She was even happier when she saw Qingyun wearing the clothes she had given him.

Qingyun has always known that all intimate relationships need to be managed well, get along well, and just get by. In the end, don't blame the other party for not wanting to confide in you, and don't question why they don't get close to you. Isn't everything your own choice?

Feng Huayang admired the flowers for a while, then carefully checked whether Qingyun was frozen. The look in his eyes made Jinyu frightened.

Qingyun asked Jinyu to pour the candied pears that had been cooked long ago for her aunt, and then chattered on and on about her New Year's celebrations. She also asked Feng Huayang if he was happy and if he missed her, and also told her some of Fu Shengyu's teachings to her.

Feng Huayang looked at Qingyun gesticulating with his little hands with a smile on his face. He thought that having a child was quite interesting, not to mention that Qingyun was so considerate.

It seemed like Qingyun had so much to share with Feng Huayang that she could never finish telling it. It was a rare occasion for her to experience such joy.

"Boss, all the things are here." Feng Huayang's assistant Xu Anchen was so tired that he pounded his waist and dragged a small cart full of things over.

Qingyun stopped her narration, picked up the cup and took a big sip of rock sugar and pear water, secretly glancing at the tool she had only given a name.

Xu Anchen's appearance is quite outstanding. In fact, as long as the facial features are regular, there is basically nothing ugly. Add to that the right hairstyle and good taste in clothes, and there are handsome men and beautiful women around.

Xu Anchen really didn't dare to look at Qingyun casually. Even though he was curious, he didn't dare to be rude.

Feng Huayang brought gifts for everyone and asked Xu Anchen to put them at the door of their respective rooms. Then he took the gift for Qingyun and took Qingyun to the small living room further inside and whispered to each other.

Qingyun was coaxed into opening the gift box and found six pairs of underwear inside, which made Qingyun feel a little confused.

"Your father is a boy and doesn't understand these things, but it doesn't matter. Your aunt will prepare them for you." Feng Huayang hugged Qingyun tightly and spoke gently in her ear.

"This is what Auntie picked for you. It's made of cotton and very comfortable. You're growing fast now, so Auntie will buy you a new size every quarter."

"Qingyun, do you know the difference between boys and girls?" Feng Huayang tilted his head to see Qingyun's reaction.

Qingyun nodded, "Aunt is a girl, and father and brother Ayin are boys."

Feng Huayang was not in a hurry to explain the differences between boys and girls from a biological perspective, as long as Qingyun could make the distinction.

"Qingyun is right." Feng Huayang gently stroked Qingyun's chest. "The place that Auntie just touched was the chest, and the place where you wear panties is a very private place. No one can touch it casually, understand?"

Qingyun felt a little sad about this protection education which was more than 30 years late. She nodded silently to show that she understood.

Feng Huayang was very satisfied. She had prepared a lot of explanations, but she didn't expect Qingyun to be so well-behaved.

"Also, you can't ask boys to take off Qingyun's clothes, and you can't take off clothes in front of many people. But you can take off your coat." Feng Huayang became a little worried again. After all, she didn't know how bad some people could be.

"I know. Sister Weaver Girl took off her clothes and was locked up in the mortal world by the bad Cowherd. She can't go home." Qingyun raised her hand to answer, thinking of the dozen or so knowledge points listed by Fu Shengyu when he told this story, which made her feel dizzy.

Obviously, not being able to remember is not within Fu Shengyu's consideration. Anyway, there are other stories to continue talking about these knowledge points. Take your time and don't rush.

Feng Huayang was very satisfied with Fu Shengyu. He didn't expect that he could think of these things. It turned out that he had done a lot of homework.

After Feng Huayang had finished teaching Qingyun a lesson, he couldn't help but kiss her. He asked Xu Anchen, who had just finished his work, to deliver the gifts for Qingyun and Fu Shengyu to Fuyao together.

Wen Geyin almost bumped into Xu Anchen at the door. After saying hello, she walked into the corridor with her assistant Jin Hong.

Qingyun heard the voice and hurried over to greet him, then Wen Geyin bent down and picked him up skillfully.

Wen Geyin is not as busy as Feng Huayang. Qingyun chats with Wen Geyin from time to time, but it would be best if they could meet in person.

The gift Wen Geyin gave to Qingyun was a recipe book for health care. He knew how to take a pulse, but he couldn’t prescribe medicine. He took Qingyun’s pulse record back and gave it to his grandfather, who compiled a recipe book for him.

Chang Jin, Cheng Yu and Wu Geng also came back soon. All three of them looked a little tired, but they were still happy and excited to be back.

Fu Shengyu knew that the journey back was not too short, so he had the reunion dinner at Qingfenglangyuan.

With Wen Geyin's graceful dancing to adjust the atmosphere, Qingyun pretending to be crazy and foolish and entertaining his parents with colorful clothes, even the sensitive Chang Jin said a lot. Everyone was very happy during the meal, which was a good start for the new year.