With Feng Shuyu's young age in the position of General, Feng Mansion is indeed not to be underestimated, and with Feng Jiuge's performance tonight, he is actually interested in this mysterious woman.
Gu Beiyan, who was standing side by side with him, was silent, a strange light flashed in his eyes, his thin lips pressed lightly, without any worries. Luo Qiran looked at his expression, and he knew it from the bottom of his heart.
He would have to look it up carefully for anyone who can be liked by Gu Beiyan.
Is Feng Jiuge
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Fengrong Mansion.
The two carriages stopped, the little servant moved the pedals, Zijin picked up the gauze tent, and then Feng Shuyu walked out with the woman in his arms, his precious golden boots stepped on the pedals, and his expression was indifferent.
Feng Chujin got down from the carriage behind and saw this scene. Feng Shuyu held Feng Jiuge in her arms and gently sorted her forehead and hair. She looked like a good brother who was competent. .
However, this scene fell into her eyes, but it seemed particularly dazzling.
Feng Chujin knew from a young age that the children of the concubine were far from the concubine, so Feng Shuyu's attitude towards her has always been plain, not indifferent, at least, without him and Feng Jiuge.
She gritted her teeth in the dark, but still took a step forward, "Eldest sister, is this tired?"
Anyone with eyes can see that Feng Chujin asked specifically, Feng Jiuge is a light sleep when she sleeps, Feng Chujin's voice is a little heavier, awakening her from her sleep, and frowning her delicate eyebrows. .
"Hmm." She grunted dissatisfiedly, leaning against Feng Shuyu's arms, turning her face to sleep again.
Feng Jiuge was born beautifully, and even his sleeping face was as beautiful as a painting, as tranquil as a painting.
"It's me who talked too much." She lowered her head to apologize after receiving Feng Shuyu's gaze, but her eyes immediately condensed a hatred.
Ignoring Feng Chujin again, Feng Shuyu hugged the woman in her arms, stepped inside, and the maid immediately followed. Feng Chujin stood beside the carriage, her hands hidden in her sleeves slowly clenched into fists, she stared at the direction Feng Shuyu was leaving.
"Second Miss." Xiao Si reminded from the side.
It is rare for Feng Chujin to be angry. Even if she is angry, she will not attack her maid. After all, if she wants to establish the prestige in the house, she must treat her people kindly, but tonight she suffered a lot of anger. No matter how good the temper is at this moment, I can't hold back.
"Get away," she said coldly, and then went into the house.
Baishazhou.
In one room, a few faint moonlight came from the hollow carved windows. Feng Jiuge was placed on soft wood, and Fengshuyu was lightly spreading the brocade before covering the sleeping person.
He didn't leave immediately. Instead, he stayed for a long time. Zijin hit the water, Feng Shuyu wiped her hands clean, and his skeletal hand stroked Feng Jiuge's face.
She was asleep in a beautiful state, like a lotus innocent to the world. Since Feng Jiuge's temperament changed drastically a year ago, their brothers and sisters had never gotten along well. Her appearance was seven-pointed like a mother, and Feng Shuyu never recovered.
In his sleep, Feng Jiuge pursed his lips, looks a little bit pretty, Feng Shuyu chuckled, how long has he not seen his sister such a cute side
"Take good care of her." Feng Shuyu smiled lightly, and then left.
Tonight's Feng Jiuge is really exhausted. He slept deeply, the moonlight was as cold as water, and the peach blossoms in the courtyard faded.
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The next day, just in the morning, Feng Jiuge wore a pale white gauze skirt, cascading long hair draped on his side, and played with a piccolo with his white hands.
The piccolo is made of fine jade, the color is very pure and does not contain any impurities.
"Miss, the master invites you to have a meal in the main hall." Zijin passed the door.
Hearing this, Feng Jiuge raised her eyes. A peach tree was planted by the window, and a longer branch stretched in. The peach blossoms were blooming fascinatingly and colorfully, and she responded casually.
In her impression, it is rare for a family to eat together, not to mention the fact that the head of the Feng family came to have a meal.
Putting the piccolo into the wooden box, she adjusted her clothes, Zijin came in to help her curl her hair, the woman in the bronze mirror, her eyes were like water, delicate features, her lips were lightly pressed, but there was a small scar at the corner of her eyes. .
She didn't remember where the scar came from, but the location of the scar was really strange.
The Feng family was re-used by the Emperor Sheng, and it was naturally the glory of the whole family. Passing through the archway of the artificial mountain, Feng Jiuge came to the main hall. The Patriarch of the Feng family and the others were already seated, and a place was vacant beside Fengshuyu.
"Father." Feng Jiuge saluted briefly, and then sat next to Fengshuyu.
There was an empty seat next to the Feng's Patriarch. According to the etiquette, the late Mrs. Feng was seated. Wen did not attend, but Feng Chujin sat in Mrs. Wen's seat.
"The eldest sister is late, let's wait." Feng Chujin said with a smile, and ordered the maid on the side to set a plate.
Facing Feng Chujin, Feng Jiuge didn't have a good face. She lost her face in the palace last night, and she can still sit here with a smile at the moment. She is also a talent.
The maidservant arranges the dishes, and the whole table is a luxury that most people can't afford.
Feng Jiuge has always been accustomed to eating alone. Being so restrained, her appetite is naturally reduced. She lifted her chopsticks, and Feng Shuyu, who was on the side, handed over a bowl of porridge, and at the same time pushed her favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of her.
"Thank you." Feng Jiuge was just stunned for a while, and then reacted, politely speaking, as if there was something wrong, she added a word of brother.
Feng Shuyu's actions reminded her of a long time ago, when the family had a meal together, he took care of himself in this way, and he was well reflected everywhere. He was indeed a good example of a good brother.
Since Mrs. Feng passed away, they have not had their previous relatives, and they have very few meals, not to mention that Feng Shuyu will take care of her in this way.
Feng Chujin, who was sitting opposite, looked at this scene, only to feel very dazzling, a vicious flash in her eyes, and then smiled and Yan Yan presented a plate of walnut cakes to the Feng family's head.
"Daddy, this was made by my daughter. You can taste it and see if it suits your appetite." Feng Chujin knows how to please the Feng clan's head, and even goes to learn how to cook.
Obviously, the daughter has filial piety to make the Feng family's master pleased. Although she is a concubine from the second room, the Feng family's master also dotes on this daughter very much.
But Feng Jiuge heard the words, without even raising her eyes, she took a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but the taste was good, and what's more rare was that the sweet-scented osmanthus would not be as it should be at this time, but the taste was pure.
"Like?" Feng Shuyu saw Feng Jiuge's movements at a glance. She was actually about the same as she was when she was a child. She liked one thing and didn't say anything, but would act on it. A piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake was eaten by her.
Feng Jiuge put down his chopsticks and nodded.
She really loves this cake very much. When Mrs. Feng was alive, she used to make this cake. The taste is naturally unique in the world. She hasn't tasted this cake for a long time.