Yong Ruo looked towards the door with teary eyes, and saw a figure who looked like Feng Liao.
She wiped away her tears in disbelief, and took a closer look, and it really was Mr. Feng!
Mr. Feng is very low-key today, wearing a plain green cloth gown, a Confucian scarf on his head, and a blue silk sash around his waist, just like those ordinary people who gathered in the capital to participate in the Spring Festival. What is more special is that he is carrying an exquisite two-layer food box in his hand.
There were two people behind him, one was Su Mingjian, and the other was the guard Rob who sent her back yesterday. Su Mingjian carried a full cloth bag on his shoulder, some bacon, and several strings of sausages in his hand; Rob carried a leg of fresh lamb in one hand, and a large bamboo cage in the other. There are a few live chickens.
Young Master Feng quickly walked up to Yong Ruo and squatted down. He put down the food box, as if he wanted to reach out his hand to wipe away the tears on Yong Ruo's face, but when his fingers were about to touch Yong Ruo's cheek, he stopped suddenly.
His hand froze in the air for a while, then clenched into a fist again, and retracted it somewhat embarrassingly: "I'm under Menglang!"
His eyes drifted around the yard twice, then he coughed a little uncomfortably, and asked softly, "What happened?"
The Yong family siblings had already stopped crying when the three of them came in suddenly, but after his question, Yong Qiao and Yong Miao started crying again, only crying a lot softly, and kept wiping away their tears.
Yong Ruo stood up, and Zhao Feng was blessed: "Thanks to the gift of the nobleman last night, today we invited a very famous doctor to see my mother..." The voice was a little choked, "In the end, the doctor refunded the consultation fee. I won't prescribe a prescription anymore!"
What it means for a doctor to refuse to prescribe a prescription, even people as young as Yongqiao and Yongmiao understand it, so Feng Liao and others naturally understand it clearly.
Young Master Feng opened his lips slightly, then turned around and pulled Su Mingjian aside, and whispered in a voice that Yong Ruo couldn't hear: "You run there yourself, and invite Imperial Physician Xu here."
Su Mingjian hesitated: "But... Young Master's safety?"
"There is Rob here, and there are many people outside, and I'm like a wild crane, why don't you worry about it?" He said solemnly, "Tell Doctor Xu, don't reveal my identity .”
Su Mingjian had no choice but to agree, and walked over to Yongruo and asked, "Girl, where is the kitchen?"
Looking at the things on his shoulders and hands, Yong Ruo felt his scalp tingling for a moment.
She took the five taels of silver and the clothes yesterday with peace of mind; the ten taels of silver was regarded as a reward for eating and chatting with her, and packing leftovers was regarded as waste utilization, so she also had no psychological burden.
But now Mr. Feng came to the door with all these things again! Knowing that he is interested in her, she can no longer accept his funding with peace of mind - because, it's not just that your son is too bored to do good deeds to help the poor!
"Young Master Feng, what are you doing with these things?"
She was a little tangled in her heart: should I make it clear to Mr. Feng? What should I say? Mr. Feng is not the Jin Sanbao next door, so if he refuses, he will refuse. If he rejects Young Master Feng, firstly, the backing plan will definitely be in vain, and secondly, will this Young Master Feng become angry and do something like robbing the women of the people
Feng Liao looked at her expression, put her hands behind her back suddenly, and said reservedly: "It's a reward for you!"
With the word "reward", Yongruo was so choked that most of the entanglement ran away. "It's very good, what should I do for 'reward'?" She bit the word "reward" very hard.
Feng Liao's gaze fell on the beautifully blooming plum blossom tree in the courtyard, and said: "The plum blossom you 'presented' to me yesterday was too small, only enough for my hairpin. The plum blossom The color is very good and the shape of the flower is beautiful, so I want to ask for a big one to put in the vase. With my status, I can't ask for things from your house for nothing, so I randomly picked up some things to reward you!"
Yong Qiao and Yong Miao looked at Mr. Feng in surprise, and then at the plum tree. They never imagined that those plum blossoms that they usually don't care about are so valuable! If you sell all the flowers of this tree, how much bacon, sausage and leg of lamb can you exchange for? !
Yong Miao looked at Yong Ruo attentively, hoping that she would not refuse this "business"; Yong Qiao was older, but frowned.
Feng Liao acted so arrogantly and rudely, but Yong Ruo was not so entangled in his heart. Heart said: If a nobleman like you is willing to reward, this girl dares to accept it, but don't expect this girl to agree with you!
There was a polite smile on her face: "Since this is the case, the little girl is ashamed to accept it. This plum tree can be cut by you. It doesn't matter if you dig out the roots." After finishing speaking, she took the food box , led Su Mingjian and Rob to the kitchen. After Su Mingjian put down his things in the kitchen, he hurried out.
When Yongruo came out of the kitchen, he saw that Mr. Feng had put down his hands behind his back, standing under the plum tree to enjoy the flowers.
Seeing Yong Ruo coming out, Feng Liao cupped her hands and said, "Girl, can I go to pay my respects to Ling Tang?" Her expression was quite peaceful again!
Yong Ruo felt that Mr. Feng's ability to change his face was quite remarkable! Where did he practice it
"My mother is sleeping now, and she is sick and haggard. I'm afraid she will scare the young master. You should go to the main room to talk!" She politely declined Feng Liao's offer, and ordered Yong Qiao and Yong Miao to guard the Zhou family.
As for the basic etiquette of serving tea to visitors—let’s skip it! Because there is no such thing as "tea" at home.
Couldn't she pick a few bamboo leaves and plum blossoms to boil water for him to drink? If he spoils his spoiled stomach since he was a child, wouldn't he be looking for trouble? !
Feng Liao was not reluctant, and followed her to the main room.
In the homes of ordinary people, the main room is the main hall.
There is an old shrine on the north wall of the main room, which is dedicated to the "heaven, earth, monarch, relative and teacher"; a simple altar under the shrine holds the tablets of several ancestors and Father Yong. In the middle of the main room, there is an Eight Immortals table surrounded by four stools. Other than that, there is nothing in the main room.
Feng Liao didn't dislike the shabbyness of the main room, but sat down on the bench calmly, took out a box of famous thorns from her sleeve, opened the box, and pushed it in front of Yong Ruo.
"This is the name card promised to the girl. There is an address on it. If the girl needs anything, she can take the name card and go to this address to say something. I will definitely help!"
Yong Ruo looked at the famous thorn box in front of him, and his mood became complicated again.
In the famous thorn box, on a piece of beautiful white paper that Yong Ruo couldn't name, the word "Feng Liao" was neatly written in the upper middle, an address was written on the right side, and there was a branch at the bottom. Hand drawn red plum flowers. On the snow-white background, the flowers and colors are extraordinarily beautiful, and the posture is extraordinarily cold and aloof!
"Is this plum blossom painted by you?"
"Yes! I only hate my mediocre painting skills and not being able to show Hongmei's character."
Yong Ruo fell silent.
After transmigrating, she had never seen other people's famous thorns, but she had seen famous thorns from the Qing Dynasty preserved in history on the Internet in her previous life. I've never seen anyone draw flowers on name thorns! Is this the custom of this world, or is this Mr. Feng ingenious? Or special care
She is not a dull person, so she believes that her feelings should not be wrong, this Mr. Feng is interesting to her!
After weighing it seriously, she decided to make it clear to Young Master Feng earlier. Since I don't want to be his concubine, and it is impossible for him to marry me as a wife, this relationship is doomed to be fruitless. It's better to let him go while his relationship is not deep yet, and make a break as soon as possible! This is better for him and for myself!
But what to say
First, if you want to reject a noble young master's wishes, you must refuse before he expresses his love clearly, otherwise, where will your noble young master lose his face? Second, the words of refusal should be tactful. It is best not to let your son realize that he knows his intentions and is rejecting him, but let him realize the huge gap between the two of them, and retreat by himself!
This is a little difficult! But Yong Ruo felt: I still have a chance to do it.
"What are you thinking? Don't you like me painting plum blossoms on the name thorn?" Feng Liao asked her.
"No!" Yong Ruo looked at the plum blossoms, and smiled reluctantly, "I just thought of my mother. My mother's temperament is very similar to this red plum blossom, she is not afraid of frost, and she is not arrogant!"
She twitched the corners of her mouth and asked Feng Liao: "I remember I told you, right? I once wanted to be a maidservant in a rich family, but my mother didn't want me to be a slave again."
"I've said it." Feng Liao said, "I don't know Lingtang well. But I think your temperament is quite Hongmei-pretending to be a little red peach and apricot, but you still have a lonely and thin appearance."
"Pretend to be a little red peach and apricot, but still have a lonely, thin and snowy appearance." Yong Ruo read these two lines of poems in a low voice, and couldn't help smiling, thinking: You know me very well!
"My mother is like this!" Yong Ruo said in a very sentimental tone, "She has been a slave of a wealthy family since she was a child, and she has seen a lot of dirty things in the back house. , Master, wanting to be an aunt or something. My mother is just the opposite. She hides from the errands around the young master and the master whenever she can, and tries to stay as inconspicuous as possible. Knowing that she was planning for the future, my mother always laughed it off. Later, my mother finally found a chance, asked for grace to redeem herself, and married my father."
There was a faint smile on her face: "I once asked my mother: Why don't you want to be an aunt? Even if you are a concubine, you are still a concubine of a wealthy family. Usually, people who live in rich clothes and eat well, and call their slaves and maidservants, have a very ordinary life." The main house of the family is better off. But my mother said: She can kneel down to survive, but she doesn't want to kneel down to be a human being."
She said the last sentence very loudly.
Feng Liao was still smiling, listening with great interest.
After hearing the words "You can kneel down to survive, but you don't want to kneel down to be a man", the smile on his face faded little by little...
There was no trace of blood on his delicate face!