After Transmigrating Into a Novel, She Become the Opposing Character’s Mother

Du Wenluo said indifferently: "The days are indeed enviable, but he, in another year, will be twenty, and there is no such thing as a concubine..." Du Wenluo's words stopped here.

These words made Bai Wenjing even more puzzled. What happened after twenty?

However, this also verified Feng Qi’s age. However, the 19-year-old boy took the position of general. He was really a rare good boy. Unfortunately, I didn’t know the reason. He didn’t even go to the battlefield. Be a general.

Bai Wenjing thought to herself, could it be related to her family?

Now, by coincidence, he lives next door to her house again.

This made Bai Wenjing couldn't help but have an idea. Could it be that the current sage knows about her matriarch's life experience, and is afraid that he will be unruly, so he deliberately let General Feng Qifeng live next door to her house to monitor?

After all, the current saint was not the biological son of the old emperor, and no matter how the old emperor’s biological son died or wasted at that time, Bai Wenjing pondered that the matter must not be as simple as the rumors. He died of frailty or accident. It's a **** storm.

So when Bai Wenjing thought about it this way, she always felt cold in her back. If the emperor today thinks they are a thorn in their eyes, wouldn't it be a matter of minutes if they wanted to pull them out?

After a moment of trance, Bai Wenjing hurriedly agreed: "Yes, the general is young, but at this age, there really should be a concubine Ji, but what about General Feng's family?"

Du Wenluo gave her a bitter look, and did not focus on the second half of the sentence, but asked her: "Do you also think that the general should have a concubine? Why do men have to get married? In fact, this is fine. That's all. ."

After saying a word to himself, he sighed again: "My general has no family, only a master, but master has been traveling around all the time, and now he has been missing for several years. Master said, my general was killed. Those who don't live to be twenty years old..."

This sentence made Bai Wenjing understand why Du Wenluo's resentment was originally worried that his general would live soon. At this moment, it was also to comfort Du Wenluo and said: "I think your general must live a long life. The martial artist is in good health. The general is painless and painless, maybe his master is not sure."

Du Wenluo glanced at her like a fool and said: "My general's master is a fortune-teller, and he can calculate everything. My general was weak and sick since he was a child. Thanks to his master for changing his life, he can live until now. Otherwise, he would have been three feet tall at the head of the grave."

Du Wenluo rolled up his sleeves and wiped his tears at this point: "You said, why is he so fate? If he doesn't accept one or two concubines, wouldn't he have no successors?"

Seeing Du Wenluo hurt so much, Bai Wenjing suddenly didn't know what to do.

Seriously, she can still comfort a girl not to cry, but comfort a big man... She really can't.

At the moment it was just a muffled voice: "Don't cry, the old man is crying, it is really ugly, besides, his master said that he will not live to be 20 years old, not necessarily he will die at 20 years old, what if it is early?"

Du Wenluo cried even harder when he heard this.

Bai Wenjing realized that she had said the wrong thing. She was so comforted. It was clear that she was sprinkling salt on other people's wounds.

So when this sentence was said, Du Wenluo whimpered directly.

And here Feng Qi finished a set of punches and walked towards this side. Bai Wenjing saw it and knew the relationship between the two. At this moment, he dared not stay anymore, lifted the skirt and walked out.

Doesn't she fragrant to eat sesame shortbread at home? What are you doing here?

After drinking another bowl of water at home, Bai Wenjing locked the door.

Thinking of looking for a painter to copy a few more portraits of the man today, Bai Wenjing got up and fumbled for the box. However, when the box was opened, the sketches in it were empty, which made Bai Wenjing stunned.

She remembers that she was placed here before, how could she be missing?

Is it because you remembered it? Or are some of the children missing?

Bai Wenjing hurriedly searched around at home, but after searching hard, there was no trace.

That sketch just disappeared out of thin air.

Bai Wenjing feels a little discouraged. You must know that when she painted this sketch yesterday, it took three full hours and her arms were sore. For fear of missing a little detail, if she did it again, not to mention wasting time. It is not worth the loss to find the system to exchange the pictures again.

So Bai Wenjing had a headache when she thought of this, and thinking about Xue Xiaohua's fate, she didn't dare to stay at home and paint, so she went straight out.

Since that person is in this town, she just has to go out every day, she doesn't believe that she can't find the person's trace.

Besides, although she didn't know the plot behind, she knew the plot in front. She had to find the man to change the plot before Xiaohua and the man came into contact for the second time.

Since the butterfly effect can change so many other things, the things that follow will definitely be able to change.

Walking around at will, Bai Wenjing unconsciously walked to the mahjong hall that Bai Zheng just opened.

There is still a big white sieve hanging in front of the door, which is particularly eye-catching. Although the door is a bird, you can see it when you walk to the door. It turns out that it is already full of people.

Bai Wenjing couldn't help but stop and stare. There were not many people playing cards inside, and there were only four people at the table. However, there were not a few people onlookers. They did not care about standing leg pain, and held a hot tea bowl in his hand. With a long neck, taking a sip of hot tea and looking at it, his expression should be sloppy.

Compared with the noisy gambling house before, the Mahjong Hall is quiet and unspeakable, and occasionally there is a bit of yelling, which is also cheered.

Bai Wenjing is particularly pleased. It seems that the business here is not very different from what she expected. As long as Bai Zhenggang guards the business peacefully and lives well, and Niu Xueqin has no trouble, then she will be extremely happy, and then she will be more happy. Five this calamity is past, is it possible to turn the danger into a breeze?

Thinking about it, Bai Zhenggang in the room had already seen her sharply, and immediately shouted: "Sister! Sister!"

After speaking, he walked out of the gambling house, and greeted him with a smile: "Sister, why don't you go in and sit?"

Bai Wenjing said: "There are so many people inside, I just passed by here to have a look, and seeing you, business here is pretty good, I feel relieved."

Bai Zhenggang scratched his scalp and smiled: "Isn't this all due to your elder sister, elder sister, what do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you. I tell you, lotus sickness likes to eat sour, and I like to eat that sour. Prunes, eat in packs by packs, it makes my teeth fall."

"Sour children and hot women."