"Brother Feng is really a good brother."
After Fengyi's solution, Changsheng's depressed mood was relieved a lot.
Sure enough, those broken-mouthed servants still have to beat and beat, don't be okay and always say some things that are not there.
She thought so, and suddenly remembered the chat of a certain maid.
That maid bought Fuzhong for half a year and is now thirteen years old.
Some maids and servants thought that Changsheng would be lazy and talk about private topics while she was taking a nap when she was young.
At first, I only talked about young heroes. After two years, I occasionally mentioned Fengyi, who often came to the door.
"If you can get the blue eyes of Feng Xiaolang-Jun, maybe you will be able to make a name for yourself in the future—"
"Come on, it's still an appointment - you can't even be a passer-by!"
"Why can't you be a good one? Feng Xiaolangjun's family has no mother to teach him, he doesn't know anything, if he can get a head start—"
"Little Hoof, just daydream!"
Changsheng lost his mind and accidentally made a mistake in writing.
"Changsheng, what are you thinking about?"
Changsheng came back to his senses and said with a smile, "I want to pass the room to little brother Feng."
Fengyi's hand tightened, the tip of the pen dropped a large cloud of ink on the paper, and her expression became very dignified.
"What is it—who did you learn this from?"
Changsheng didn't know why, let alone why Fengyi was angry.
Feng Jin's backyard is very clean, not to mention noble concubines and cheap concubines, there is not even a personal maid who can pass the room or sleep with him.
She didn't know what a pass-through was, but after listening to the tone of a few maids, she guessed it was a good thing
"What Bai Xing and the others said, they said they wanted to serve as a passer-by for little brother Feng."
Fengyi put down the pen with a slap, and the ink on the tip of the pen splashed, and most of the paper that had just been written on was completely destroyed.
"A few lowly servants, they also match Xiao Xiang?"
Fengyi's weak face climbed up to sullenness, seeing Changsheng frightened in place, he couldn't help shrinking his neck.
Seeing that Changsheng was frightened, he softened his expression, "Tongfang is an anonymous concubine."
Speaking of "cheap concubine", Changsheng understands it, and it is also mentioned in books.
She couldn't help frowning in confusion, "It's strange, why would anyone want to be a concubine?"
Feng Yi could not answer this question.
However, he felt that the maid and maid next to Changsheng had to be cleaned up, and it was enough that his mouth was broken, and he even broke his mouth in front of Changsheng.
Changsheng is young, and it is the age of vigorous learning. If their words change their temperament, can they afford it
Fengyi's aura was a little heavy, and Changsheng didn't dare to provoke him at all.
For the next half hour, she devoted herself to copying, barely finishing two pages.
Just after copying, the maid informed her mother that she was coming back from the government affairs office. Feng Yi stopped writing and packed up a little to meet Wei Jingxian.
The little magic star, who was in charge of longevity, left, she breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the seat, and thumped her sore legs.
"It's said that wind is rain—" Changsheng muttered, "It was fine just now, but suddenly it's so atmospheric."
Wei Jingxian was asking the housekeeper about the situation of the two children, and the maid told Fengyi that Fengyi was here.
"Let him in."
Wei Jingxian smiled and asked Fengyi why she came here. She likes this junior as much as her husband Feng Jin, not only because he is smart and well-behaved, but also because he treats Changsheng very well and likes to play with Changsheng wherever he goes, which greatly makes up for them. Negligence of couples busy with work on weekdays.
Fengyi hesitated for a while, and whispered a suggestion to Wei Jingxian, asking her to clean up and beat the servant girl who served Changsheng.
"What did they do wrong?" Wei Jingxian asked.
Fengyi was a little embarrassed to explain the reason, and finally added, "Changsheng is still young, easily influenced by the outside world, and changed her temperament. She is always haunted these days, and the younger generation also suspects that these servants are saying something in front of her, Causing Changsheng to misunderstand—"
He spoke very cryptically, but Wei Jingxian heard the overtones.
Originally there was a small smile on his face, but now he was completely gloomy. He grabbed the armrest of Pingji with his right hand and unconsciously increased his strength.
That night, Wei Jingxian took drastic measures to rectify several maids, and the movement alarmed Feng Jin.
She told Feng Jin about this, and the latter was silent for a long time.
"What do you want, husband?" Wei Jingxian asked.
"I'm thinking about longevity." Feng Jin said, "Unconsciously, the baby girls who were swaddled at the beginning were all so big. When I thought that she was going to be engaged and married after she was married, I always felt bad in my heart. I was afraid that she would marry a non-human person. I'm afraid that she will have a bad life after marriage, and her husband's family will bully her..."
Wei Jingxian's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help but remind Feng Jin.
"How old is Changsheng? It's still a long way to go."
"It's never too early-"
Feng Jin has a sullen face, he has always avoided thinking about this issue, but isn't this deceiving himself
Instead of waiting for the longevity and 笄 to think about it, it is better to start picking now. First, there is plenty of time, and secondly, he can strictly check.
If it's too late, all the good seedlings will be picked away, and who cares about the remaining crooked melons and cracked dates
Wei Jingxian was helpless and could only let Feng Jin immerse in meaningless tangle.
After a while, Feng Jin tried to ask, "Jingxian, what do you think of Sun Lan from Sun Wen's family? It's not bad with a soft and modest temperament."
The key is to be similar in age and longevity.
Changsheng was spoiled a bit arrogantly by him, and it was not bad to match the soft-tempered Sun Lan.
"Sun Lan, it's good, but it's too soft, isn't it?"
Wei Jingxian thought of Sun Lan's appearance, she was too shy and shy, like a delicate flower raised by Sun Wen on the heated kang.
He scratched his head and thought of another candidate, "The eldest son of Cui Yu, the head of the Cui family in Chongzhou, is not bad, but he was born from a poor background, but it's easy to handle—I saw him at Jinlin Academy a few days ago, and it looks good. But—Cui The style of the merchants and merchants is too strong, and I am a little unhappy."
Feng Jin searched and said several candidates, most of which were well-known nobles in Dongqing. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was full of shortcomings.
Wei Jingxian was annoyed by what he said, and said, "No matter how good these juniors are, they are not as good as Fengyi."
Feng Jin's face stiffened.
"Can Fengzi really look like that—"
Fengyi is generally recognized as good, but his father is recognized as a sloppy one. Anyone who marry a daughter must weigh it.
Feng Jin can tolerate Feng Zhen's inconsistency because of official business, but the two are in-laws, so it's hard to say.
"Let me think about it carefully."
According to Jiang Pengji's current family business, it is a sure thing to seal Jiuxi in the next few years and become king by himself.
As long as the next generation makes no big mistakes, it will not be a problem to keep the foundation.
As the next generation of leaders, how can the status and prospects of Feng Yi be the same
According to his speculation on the Lord's thoughts, the Lord is determined to eliminate the old nobles and promote the poor family. In this way, the shortcomings of Fengyi's background are not shortcomings, plus his connivance and care for Changsheng. - Seems like a good husband-in-law candidate
Fan Mi stared and thought about it all night, and Feng Jin became more and more tangled the more she thought about it.
Wei Jingxian sighed helplessly.
When it happened to Changsheng, Feng Jin's IQ dropped sharply, hovering on the edge of passing.
He didn't even mention the eight characters, he was already worried about what happened more than ten years later.
Wei Jingxian got up to wash up and went to the government affairs hall to order Mao, but she didn't know that Feng Jin had done something.
He felt that he could try Feng Langzi's tone and let his son be his son-in-law.
Fengzhen: "… "
Stunned!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ