Feng Wu held her forehead: "You choose to say it simply."
Feng Xun followed Feng Wu affectionately and said enthusiastically and excitedly: "These ten floors, the next nine floors are called Jiuzhongtian, the first layer and the first realm, and the bottom floor is at least a seventh-rank official or a middle-level businessman."
Looking at Feng Xun's excited appearance, the master behind the world building... Feng Wu has already vaguely guessed it.
"Just like your uncle Feng Yanfeng, at his level, he can only go to the sixth floor."
Fengyanfeng can only go to the sixth floor? If Feng Wu remembers correctly, the uncle is in the Ministry of Rites, serving as a servant of the Ministry of Rites, and a third-rank Beijing official. This kind of thing can only go to the sixth floor
Feng Wu shook her head: "Just keep blowing."
"Who blew it?" Feng Xun said angrily, "Your uncle is entertaining Lord Yan, Liu Zhongtian felt that he had no confidence, so he begged me. When I saw your uncle, I would give him face and make an exception for him. Enter the seventh heaven, if you don't believe me, come with me, and I'll wait for you to meet your uncle."
Having said that, Feng Xun really took the phoenix dance there.
On the corridor of Qizhongtian, there are Qingqi murals, and the first picture Feng Wu catches his eye is the picture of showers.
what!
Feng Wu's eyes suddenly moved. At first glance, this picture of falling rain didn't hit the eye, but when she looked at it again, she felt that there was an inspiration floating by. When she looked at it for the third time, she only felt that the falling rain was all Jian Yu, where is it ordinary? raindrops
Feng Xun proudly explained to Feng Wu: "The dishes on each floor are different, the murals on each floor are different, and the aura on each floor is not the same, and the levels are strictly separated, so the people below desperately want to go Squeeze up—"
While speaking, they had come to a private seat.
There were vague words coming out of it.
"Lord Yan, you're welcome, Ling Ai Bingxue is smart, lively and lovely, and has a bright future. I'll give you a cup of this."
"Master Yan, where are you from? The lower official is three years older than you."
"Master Yan..."
These words... There is obvious flattery in the compliment, and the flattery is so careless.
This voice... is it not the uncle Feng Yanfeng
"Master Yan is my eldest uncle." Feng Xun said, "Your uncle works in the Ministry of Rites, but the Ministry of Rites is Qingshui Yamen and has no real power, so he wants to be transferred to the Ministry of Personnel. Recently, the Ministry of Personnel just vacated a left servant."
"Your uncle is the left servant in the Ministry of Rites. It's not impossible if you are peaceful, but the position of the Ministry of Personnel has always been the most popular, and everyone is fighting to squeeze in... Otherwise, I will help you talk to my eldest uncle. ?"
Feng Wu's impression of this uncle is not very good, she shook her head lightly: "No."
Feng Xun thought that Feng Wu was being polite, so he said cheerfully: "My eldest uncle can handle this matter, although it is a bit more difficult, if it really doesn't work, I will go to ask the boss, for the boss, this is not a problem. Just a word."
Jun Linyuan? Feng Wu was angry when he mentioned him, and refused again with a cold face: "No need."
Feng Xun followed and persuaded: "Feng Xiaowu, why are you so stubborn? Your father is missing, isn't it the uncle who can support your family? As long as your uncle stands up, your identity will rise."
How could Feng Xun know about the complicated relationship between Feng Wu's family
Feng Wu stared at him: "Why did my father disappear?"
"This... how do I know?"
"What about my brother?" Feng Wu stared at Feng Xun for a moment.
"Ah—" Feng Xun finally remembered what happened to Feng Xiaoqi, he patted his head: "Then what, I just have something to deal with, so I'll go first, see you later—"
(End of this chapter)