Concubine Secret Service: The Tsundere Han King's Strong Favor

Di Fanye pushed Sikong Zitong into the Dijun Mansion, instead of going to the hall, he walked directly towards the backyard.

Seeing the direction Di Fanye was walking in, Sikong Zitong raised his eyebrows and did not speak, letting Di Fanye push him away.

"Don't ask why you didn't push you to the lobby but pushed you to the backyard?" Although Di Fanye didn't see Sikong Zitong's face, he also knew what Sikong Zitong was thinking.

"I'm the fish on the chopping board right now. What does King Han want to do to me? Does the lord think I have a chance to resist?" Hearing Di Fanye's words, Sikong Zitong sneered and said this with a sarcasm on his face.

Hearing these words, Di Fanye's complexion also became a little bad, no matter what he heard, Di Fanye felt uncomfortable, frowned and said: "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Sikong Zitong asked with some doubts, frowning.

Hearing this, Di Fanye stopped, walked around the wheelchair, walked in front of Sikong Zitong and looked down at Sikong Zitong.

Seeing a person suddenly appeared in front of him, Sikong Zitong frowned and looked up at Di Fanye's face.

Di Fanye looked at Sikong Zitong's face, and after half a stick of incense, he said, "You are very different today."

"Do you know me well?" Seeing Di Fanye, Sikong Zitong said with disdain.

Seeing Sikong Zitong's appearance, Di Fanye frowned and felt a little irritable.

Looking at Di Fanye's appearance, Sikong Zitong smiled self-deprecatingly, and whispered, "What's wrong with you, Sikong Zitong? What are you expecting?"

"What did you say?" Di Fanye couldn't hear what Sikong Zitong said clearly because he was a little restless, so he asked this question.

Hearing this, Sikong Zitong glanced at Di Fanye, then pushed the wheelchair and walked around Di Fanye.

Di Fanye looked at Sikong Zitong's movements, and was stunned for a while. When he came back to his senses, Sikong Zitong had already gone far away.

Turning his head to look at Di Fanye, he was surprised, because Sikong Zitong was walking in the direction he wanted to take Sikong Zitong.

Walking a few steps over to block Sikong Zitong's way, Di Fanye looked at Sikong Zitong with a sullen face and said, "How did you know to go this way?"

Originally, Sikong Zitong was upset because Di Fanye suddenly blocked his way, but when he heard Di Fanye's words, Sikong Zitong was also stunned.

Frowning and looking around, Sikong Zitong stood up in surprise, and stood there with disbelief looking at the painting on the wall not far away.

Seeing Sikong Zitong's appearance, Di Fanye followed Sikong Zitong's gaze, and saw the painting that Jiangfeng spent ten years to complete.

Looking at the painting, Emperor Fanye raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look at Sikong Zitong, then felt a little familiar and turned his head to look at the painting, and found that the girl in the strange dress in the painting was exactly the same as Sikong Zitong.

Turning his head to look at Sikong Zitong in surprise, Sikong Zitong had already regained consciousness, turned his head to look at Di Fanye and asked excitedly, "Tell me, who is talking about this painting?"

When Di Fanye heard Sikong Zitong's words, he came back to his senses, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Sikong Zitong looking at him excitedly.

But just now Di Fanye was still surprised because the person in the painting looked exactly like Sikong Zitong, so he didn't hear what Sikong Zitong said at all.

"I asked you who painted that painting?" Sikong Zitong couldn't hear the answer, so he yelled at Di Fanye with some gaffes.

Di Fanye frowned after being yelled at, and his face became a little gloomy.

Sikong Zitong thought for a while, looked at Di Fanye and asked excitedly, "Is it painted by your lord?"

When Di Fanye heard this, he looked at Sikong Zitong with some doubts, but didn't speak.

Di Fanye didn't speak, the more Sikong Zitong thought about it, the more he felt that he was right, he lowered his head like an abandoned child looking for his relatives and repeated a sentence with a silly smile: "It must... must be uncle . . . it must be him."

After repeating this several times, he left Di Fanye and the wheelchair that Di Fanye had specially flown over for her and ran towards one direction based on his own intuition.

Di Fanye was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, Sikong Zitong had disappeared.

Pushing the wheelchair, Di Fanye walked to Jiangfeng's favorite place in the backyard with a dark face, a courtyard full of Chinese atmosphere.

As soon as Di Fanye entered the door, he saw Sikong Zitong holding Jiangfeng, his head resting on Jiangfeng's arms, crying like a man in tears.

Jiang Feng hugged Sikong Zitong, and patted Sikong Zitong with his hands, as if coaxing her.

Seeing this scene, Di Fanye frowned and stood there looking at them with some surprise.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Sikong Zitong hugged Jiangfeng and cried very sadly.

Looking down at the crying person in his arms, Jiangfeng smiled helplessly, and then said, "You are so grown up, and still crying, don't you feel embarrassed, little Zitong?"

"Yes...what's the matter...no...sorry...sorry...I...only sixteen...still young..." Sikong Zitong, who was holding Jiangfeng in his arms, heard Jiangfeng's words, and cried intermittently Said such a sentence.

Hearing this, Jiangfeng smiled helplessly, and said dotingly: "I haven't seen you for a few years, you little girl has become childish."

Hearing this, Sikong Zitong was terrified, raised his head, sniffed, looked at Jiangfeng and said: "If you become childish, you will only be childish in front of uncle."

Hearing this, Feng was stunned, and Di Fanye, who was standing at the door, was also stunned.

After Jiangfeng came back to his senses, he looked at Sikong Zitong and said with guilt: "I'm sorry girl, uncle shouldn't let you face it alone..."

"Uncle, Zitong looks like you." Before Jiangfeng finished speaking, Sikong Zitong said this, and then threw himself into Jiangfeng's arms just like when he entered the door just now.

Jiang Feng hugged Sikong Zitong, his eyes were full of pampering and the joy of regaining what was lost, Di Fanye looked at the appearance of Sikong Zitong and Jiangfeng at the door, and was very curious about the relationship between Sikong Zitong and Jiangfeng.