Feng Chujin can do more than she does when it comes to courting people.
Knowing that it was her father's return, Feng Jiuge ignored her as usual. She has been so character since a year ago, and everyone in the mansion is used to seeing her, and no one violates her wishes. For a while, Feng Chujin has established a prestige in the mansion.
Seeing Feng Jiuge leaving behind, the Feng Shuyu behind the Feng clan's Patriarch frowned without a trace, and then he said, "Presumably Xiao Jiu is a sick offender again. Father shouldn't be angry."
From a mother, Feng Shuyu can be regarded as watching his sister grow up, and his affection is naturally more intimate than when he is a father, but he can't figure out the sudden change of Feng Jiuge.
A year ago, the doctor diagnosed that he was ill, but this was only an excuse to stop Yoyo's mouth, but a year has passed and no cure has been found, which inevitably worries him.
The Patriarch of the Feng family stood with his hand holding his hand, an expressionless face with no expression, as if he was accepting. Feng Chujin, who was standing on the side, was secretly pleased.
Feng Jiuge was born as a direct descendant, her status was higher than her, and she was also the princess proclaimed by Emperor Sheng, and won the title of the first beauty in the capital. Although she was born in the Feng Mansion, she was only a concubine, and she was not far from her.
Since Feng Jiuge’s temperament changed drastically, the servants in the mansion became afraid of her, and Feng Jiuge’s prestige in the mansion was naturally weakened, and her prestige rose as a result.
Feng Chujin's discussion of appearance and conduct is not inferior to Feng Jiuge, but Feng Jiuge has the upper hand everywhere, she is not reconciled.
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The winding veranda, the gravel under the steps spreads into the yong road, the closer you are, the more peaceful the environment is, and it is a clean land. Outside the courtyard is surrounded by pink walls, green willows are hanging down, and a pear marble case is placed in the courtyard.
The place where Feng Jiuge lives is called'Baishazhou', which was taken by the deceased Mrs. Feng. This place is the best place in Fengfu's environment.
The weather is getting better. It rained last night, and the peach blossoms in the courtyard fell a lot. The maid beside him took a broom to clean.
On the stone chair, Feng Jiuge sits leisurely, making tea on the stove, and the rich fragrance of flowers overflows. She has always been leisurely, so the warmth will naturally not be let go.
"You will enjoy it." A gentle male voice came, and the peach blossoms dropped a few more petals.
At the jade archway, a long figure of Xin stood there, wearing an ink-colored satin robe, with silver hollow hibiscus flowers exposed in the robe, the robe was white, and the boots were spotless. The eyebrows have a somewhat frantic taste, similar to Feng Jiuge.
The soft felt on the stone bench is very comfortable and the aroma of scented tea is strong. Hearing this, Feng Jiuge raised his eyes slightly, holding a teacup with his white fingers, his expression relaxed.
Mrs. Feng gave birth to a son and a daughter. Feng Shuyu was a few years old and protected her since she was a child. Since her temperament has changed drastically, she has not liked talking to her eldest brother.
The maid stepped forward to make tea and handed it respectfully, "Master, please."
This flower is dried and put away. It is from Feng Jiuge. Most people can't enjoy it, and only her elder brother is blessed to receive it.
"Why? Still not talkative like this? I remember you weren't like this when you were a kid." Feng Shuyu drank scented tea, and was not at all annoyed by Feng Jiuge's attitude. He always accommodated Feng Jiuge, and he became used to it over time Up.
After being angry at Shen Shao Temple, Feng Jiuge has not yet eased, so naturally he doesn't care about others, even his brother. The taste of scented tea seemed to be worse, she frowned. It's March in Yangchun, and the peach blossoms are flourishing. It's time to redo some scented tea.
"You are a general, different from me. What you should bother is the war." Feng Jiuge raised his eyes with cold eyes, raised his hand and half propped his chin, pursing his red lips lightly.
Chuluo was established, but for one year, even if the people's hearts are stable, it is impossible to guarantee that the country will not be subjugated. The people will rebel. Fengshuyu is now in a high position, holding heavy power, and he should pay attention to everything, not so leisurely. Come and talk to her.
"I am really flattered by your concern." Feng Shuyu shrugged and smiled. He belongs to the kind of gentleman, supposed to be a scholar, but he deals with Bingjian all day long.
After the joke, he returned to his stern expression. He put down the tea cup and looked at Feng Jiuge with a pair of ink eyes, "Ajiu, mother went early. Although you and I are children of the Feng Mansion, you should also know the severity. There are some things, you are still less. It's better to get rid of contamination."
Feng Shuyu meant something, she was clever and naturally knew what he was talking about. It was really unsatisfactory to think that she had been taught by two people in the past two days.
She lowered her eyes, slowly rubbed her fingers on the rim of the cup, and a peach blossom petal fell, lying quietly on the marble table. She didn't like to listen to these words anymore, and she could only wave her hand, which was known as knowing.
She has always been cautious in doing things, and she will not do risky things. At this point, Feng Shuyu is obviously overly concerned.
"Fine, I'll go to the study to read the official documents, you continue to enjoy it." Feng Shuyu stood up from the stone bench and patted the dust on his clothes, with a relaxed tone. He left, but when he passed the arch, he turned his head and added, "The big banquet in the palace, you and I will go with you and change into decent clothes."
After he finished speaking, he left without looking back. Leaving Feng Jiuge sitting on the stone bench alone, thinking about his last words, decent clothes
She lowered her head and looked at the plain clothes she was wearing. She didn't like bright and brilliant colors, and she dressed like this from time to time. It fell him an indecent word, which was really troublesome.
The pot on the stove steamed hot, and the maid by the side stepped forward to add tea. She was Feng Jiuge's personal maidservant, and the woman who sneaked into the Danwang Mansion with her last night, called Zijin. There were many masters in the Tansi gate, and Zijin was picked out of them, and he took them into the mansion and followed her.
"Is the young lady still angry with the young master?" Zijin added more words after adding tea.
The young master in her mouth was the master of Tansi Gate, and Shen Shao Temple, together with everyone on weekdays, did not do the formality of the courtesy, and directly called him the young master.
Angry with him? Feng Jiuge laughed lightly, seeming to be laughing at what she said. Even if she is devoted to Shen Shao Temple, people don't know it, and they would not think of this level. She just didn't like to listen to Shen Shaosi's teaching her, and she was not angry with him.
So, she didn't have anything to be angry about, since Shen Shaosi didn't know, then she would never need to know. She just suffers from it alone.
"Why be angry." She said lightly, put the cup in her hand, straightened up and walked into the back room.
After rushing the road all night, she has not rested well, and now the spring is strong, it is a good weather suitable for sleeping back to the cage. Su Yi Jue, the door was closed.
The peach blossoms in the courtyard were scorching, and a gentle breeze vented.
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Fang Tingxuan.
The greenery is hidden, the flowers are blooming, and a stream of water drips from the rockery, making a gurgling sound, and the birds crying crisply.
Sitting on the two wooden chairs is one person, one of them is the second lady of Fengfu, Feng Chujin.
"Mother, which dress do you think I should wear?" A group of maidservants each presented a set of clothes, standing with their heads down. The close-fitting maid holding a round fan aside.