An Lingrong is reborn, the reorganized team is killing like crazy

Chapter 332 Extra: Feng Chi'an and Ling Rong's Daily Life

There is a courtyard called "Heng Garden" in Hangzhou, which is very uniquely built.

These days Feng Chi has asked people to clean the garden inside and out countless times, but no matter how long he waited, he still didn't get the message he wanted.

"Major General, there is a letter for you." Ting Han came in and handed the letter to Feng Chi.

Feng Chi's face lit up with joy, and he opened the envelope, but he hesitated and didn't dare to look at it.

Finally, he seemed to muster up a lot of courage before he took out the letter and unfolded it.

There were only a few words written on it: Arrived on September 20th.

But even just a few words were enough to make him ecstatic.

On September 20th, the weather was sunny and the south of the Yangtze River was still green. In the afternoon, a horse-drawn carriage slowly drove to Heng Garden.

An Lingrong, sitting in the car, felt more and more uneasy. Although she had prepared herself mentally these days, when this moment really came, she was still a little nervous.

"Miss, we're here." Mi Xia's voice came. An Lingrong tightened the silk handkerchief in her hand before standing up.

Mi Xia gently opened the car curtain, An Lingrong took a deep breath and leaned out.

As soon as she came out, she saw Feng Chi standing in front of the car and extending his hand to her.

An Lingrong looked at Mi Xia, and seeing that Mi Xia was just smiling at her, she had no choice but to extend her hand.

"Was it hard on the road?" Feng Chi asked in a gentle tone, as if he was talking to his wife who had just returned from shopping.

"It's not hard." An Lingrong got off the carriage and instinctively thought that Mi Xia would come to support her, but Feng Chi did not let go of her hand. He took her hand and walked into the garden.

"Do you need anything?" Feng Chi asked again, and An Lingrong shook her head.

There are towering ancient trees and newly transplanted golden osmanthus in the garden, as well as flowing water under small bridges, pavilions and towers. Every step you take brings a new scene, showing the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

Feng Chi took An Lingrong's hand and came to a courtyard. When they got closer, they could see the words "Murong Xuan" written on it. An Lingrong looked at Feng Chi, and Feng Chi pulled her in.

"Does Miss An like it?" Feng Chi asked. An Lingrong looked at Feng Chi, who had a smile on his face. A breeze blew by, and some albizzia flowers fell. Feng Chi raised his hand and took the albizzia flowers that had fallen on An Lingrong's head with gentle movements.

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While boating on the lake in spring, the two stood side by side at the bow, admiring the West Lake in spring.

In winter, they sat side by side in the warm room, brewing tea around the stove and admiring the falling snow...

In the evening, at the martial arts training ground.

"Are you back?" In the martial arts training ground, Feng Chi put away his sword and looked at An Lingrong who was walking over, his eyes full of smiles.

"You practice yours, don't worry about me. I'll just watch here for a while and then leave." An Lingrong smiled, picked up the silk handkerchief, and raised her hand to wipe the sweat from Feng Chi's forehead.

"Are you tired?" Feng Chi held her hand, took the silk handkerchief, wiped it himself, and looked at her with doting.

"How can a woman feel tired while shopping?" An Lingrong smiled and pushed Feng Chi towards the martial arts training ground. Mi Xia asked someone to bring a rattan chair and put it under the corridor. An Lingrong sat under the corridor, sipping tea while watching Feng Chi practice swordplay.

Feng Chi picked up the sword with a smile, glanced at An Lingrong, and raised the sword in his hand again.

In just a moment, the long sword in Feng Chi's hand seemed to have a soul, and every move was so eye-catching that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

The sword shadows were as fast as the wind, and Feng Chi seemed like a different person, or as if he had returned to the battlefield. His eyes were as sharp as torches, his figure was as fast as the wind, and his arms were strong and powerful. An Lingrong couldn't take her eyes off him.

It was not until it was getting dark and the servants had started to light the lamps that Feng Chi put away his sword and saluted towards An Lingrong. An Lingrong smiled and stood up to greet him.

"General, you have great swordsmanship." An Lingrong joked. Feng Chi bent down, raised his hand and scratched her straight nose, saying, "Thank you for the compliment, Miss An."

The dim light made the atmosphere somewhat ambiguous. Because they were too close, Feng Chi's breath, which had not yet stabilized, hit An Lingrong's face, and An Lingrong's face turned red.

Seeing this, Feng Chi curled the corners of his lips slightly, took An Lingrong's hand and walked towards Murong Xuan.

"Wait for me." Feng Chi said, turned and left, and came back soon.

A refreshing breath came, and today's bath water should be filled with the green tea and wolfberry scent prepared by An Lingrong for him.

The bed curtains in the hall swayed, and outside, it began to drizzle. It started with a continuous drizzle, then got heavier, and then it became a violent storm. Gradually, it was like rain hitting the banana leaves again...

At this moment, An Lingrong, lying in the bathtub, had only one thought: It’s great to be young... Feng Chi, he is so great...

*Shu.

"Do you really know where there is a place like the one described in the book?" An Lingrong asked in the carriage, and Feng Chi nodded again.

"Is that raft really more than ten zhang wide and fifty zhang long? Can it accommodate thirty or forty families?" An Lingrong raised her head and asked again, and Feng Chi kissed her.

After a long time, An Lingrong got up from Feng Chi's arms dazedly. She raised her hand to hit him, but Feng Chi smiled and held her hand.

There was no other reason. He didn't know why, but whenever he was with An Lingrong, he always wanted to be closer to her. For this reason, he wrote to Meng Zhaoxing and asked him about it. Meng Zhaoxing said that this might be what the book said, physiological liking...

The carriage stopped and Tinghan's voice came from outside (Tinghan was a soldier trained by Feng Chi and was once a captain of ten thousand men): "Master, Madam, we're here."

An Lingrong glared at Feng Chi. Feng Chi helped An Lingrong straighten her slightly messy collar, then went out first, stood beside the carriage, and helped An Lingrong get off.

When An Lingrong came down, all she saw was a green bamboo forest, with no houses on the bamboo rafts at all.

"The road ahead is narrow and the carriage can't pass. If you feel tired, madam, your husband will carry you over." Feng Chi whispered in An Lingrong's ear, and An Lingrong glared at Feng Chi again.

"You have no shame!" An Lingrong said, and walked away. This Feng Chi is always so shameless, and the servants are still watching him!

Seeing this, Mi Xia lowered her head and tried to hold back her laughter. An Lingrong also glared at her, so she hurried forward and supported An Lingrong.

"Still laughing? Have you ever heard of the saying, 'You follow your master like your people?' I want to see if you can still laugh after you marry Tinghan." An Lingrong spoke in a low voice, and Mi Xia hurriedly said that she knew she was wrong...

Seeing this, An Lingrong's mood improved and she walked while admiring the surrounding scenery.

Soon, after turning a corner, a wide lake came into view. The lake was almost surrounded by mountains, with only narrow paths leading to it.

Looking towards the north, there were indeed rows of houses, but they looked like they were on flat ground.

"Let's go and take a look." Feng Chi took An Lingrong's hand and walked down the mountain. When they reached the steepest part, Feng Chi would pinch her slender waist and hold her down.

Every time An Lingrong tried hard to hold back her screams, but Mi Xia and the others would still cover their mouths and laugh.

At this time, An Lingrong would hit Feng Chi lightly from below, and Feng Chi would just smile even brighter.