Lai Si and his gang of hooligans, though they confessed their mistakes in time and Bai Zhi’er pleaded for them.
Still couldn’t escape punishment.
Bai Xilie assigned them to be servants sweeping and cleaning at the Xiuluo Guard.
Every day under the watchful eyes of Feng Fuce, Lai Si and his crew lived in fear, worried Marquis Wan could kill them with a sword at any time.
Thus, they cleaned even more carefully.
After Wei Caijie was brought to justice and "suddenly died" in prison, the matters gradually settled.
In early summer, leaves were fresh and washed, vibrant and green.
Bai Zhi’er came running to Xiuluo Guard in the morning to show Feng Fuce her Tang yuan.
"Tang yuan, roll one for Brother Fu Ce, quick! Just like you rolled around last night!"
The little one placed the panda on Feng Fuce’s desk, with both little hands resting on the table edge, blinking her round, bright black eyes happily.
Feng Fuce had been reviewing several important documents.
He had to move his belongings to the left, squeezed into the small corner.
Leaving the adjacent space for the panda.
Unfortunately, Tang yuan wasn’t cooperating, seemingly tired, lying fluffy and lazy.
Feng Fuce wrote a few words on the document and occasionally raised his long eyes to glance at the little one.
Bai Zhi’er’s cheeks puffed up, her watery eyes filled with disappointment: "Tang yuan, why are you tired again?"
Feng Fuce’s eyes flashed with amusement.
He spoke with a calm, cool voice: "Bamboo bears are naturally , always slow in whatever they do, all day, they’re either eating or sleeping, the rest of the time, they’re daydreaming."
Bai Zhi’er pouted, hugging Tang yuan to her chest: "It’s definitely too young now, it’ll be lively once it grows up!"
The little one watched Feng Fuce seriously handle the documents in his hands.
She pushed a chair to his side herself, then climbed up with effort, sitting beside Feng Fuce.
The young man turned his head to look at her: "Are you going to keep me company while I work?"
Bai Zhi’er nodded obediently: "Sister Qingmei is watching Brother Chu Ping, she won’t be back for a while, so I’ll wait for her here."
"Brother Fu Ce, you go about your work, don’t mind me!"
Feng Fuce pressed his lips together, his deep gaze becoming somewhat gentle.
Afterward, Bai Zhi’er indeed behaved well, occasionally dozing on the table with Tang yuan.
Or sitting up, hugging Tang yuan quietly.
Feng Fuce gradually found it difficult to focus on the documents in his hands.
He suddenly raised his head and instructed Lei Hu, who was standing nearby.
"Bring a plate of mung bean cakes."
Bai Zhi’er’s eyes lit up at the mention of food.
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Feng Fuce pushed it in front of the little one: "Eat, the tea is beside you, drink it before you choke."
After speaking, he lowered his head, but kept his gaze on Bai Zhi’er.
Bai Zhi’er pinched a piece of mung bean cake with her little hand and put it in her mouth, munching softly: "So sweet and soft!"
Feng Fuce smiled slightly without showing it.
As long as she likes it, that’s good.
Suddenly, she held a piece of mung bean cake and offered it to Feng Fuce’s lips.
Feng Fuce paused, hesitating only for a moment before he bent down to take a bite of the mung bean cake.
The sweet, rich cake scent mingled with abundant spiritual power flooded into his lungs.
The young man’s eyes seemed to enjoy it, squinting slightly.
Two Xiu Luo Envoys, who originally came to report business, saw the Princess feeding the Marquis cake. The two stood not far away, their expressions dazed.
As if unsure whether to speak up and interrupt.
Feng Fuce raised his cold eyes, calmly and indifferently saying: "If you have something to say, speak."