Tianlong Dynasty, Prime Minister Feng's Mansion. A remote, inconspicuous and shabby backyard.
Feng Xi'er was lying on the homemade massage chair, shaking her eyes vigorously and weakly with her eyes closed. The cute maid Xiaodou beside her occasionally fed her a few mouthfuls of soup. The decoction was so bitter that Feng Xi'er frowned, and the wound on her chest ached faintly.
Little Potato wisely fed a sweet date into Feng Xi'er's little cherry mouth. Then he carefully observed his master's wound and complained: "Miss, it's been three days, and the wound is still so serious, it's not getting better at all."
As if he was thinking of something else, he pouted his little mouth and his whole face was filled with resentment, as if he was resentful of a woman. He gritted his teeth and said, "Thankfully, everyone in the world says that the Seventh King is gentle and elegant, and a handsome young man. Humph, the young lady almost lost her life trying to save him. Seventh Well, Wang, I haven’t come to see you for three days... It’s so annoying.”
Feng Xi'er opened her lazy eyes and looked at Xiaodou at this moment. This little maid's cute baby face was full of dissatisfaction and anger. Feng Xi'er's pink lips parted in a naughty arc, and she looked at Xiaodou with a smile.
In the past three days since she came to this strange country, she would not be lonely and helpless because of this cute little girl.
I have to say that servants in ancient times were really loyal to their masters.
Xiaotuo saw that her young lady could still smile brightly at this time. She had never noticed before that the young lady could look so beautiful when she smiled, so beautiful that she couldn't move her eyes away.
"Little... Miss, you are still smiling, do you know that you almost died?" Xiao Tudou looked at his lady strangely.
It wasn't close, she was dead in the first place, otherwise she wouldn't be here in modern times.
Perhaps it was fate. Three days ago, Feng Xi'er went to the construction site to see Ah Jiu. Ah Jiu was her friend who grew up in the orphanage. They were both the closest people to each other. That day, Feng Xi'er somehow... Suddenly I wanted to see Ah Jiu, and the two looked at each other silently. Suddenly, the crane on the construction site unexpectedly fell from mid-air. At the critical moment, Feng Xi'er pushed Ah Jiu away.
At the moment of death, Feng Xi'er was in so much pain that she couldn't feel the pain. In front of her eyes was Ah Jiu's blurry figure, and in her ears was Ah Jiu's almost crazy call.
When she opened her eyes again, she was already in this fictional Tianlong Dynasty.
Fragmentary images of the owner's experience flashed through her mind, and Feng Xi'er's lips curled up into a sneer.
Three days ago in the Tianlong Dynasty, it was the annual Flower Appreciation Festival. In modern terms, the Flower Appreciation Festival was a large-scale blind date party. Many handsome men and beauties gathered together. It was also a good time for the royal princes to choose their spouses, and also for many young girls. It is a good opportunity for them to fly up the branches and become phoenixes. The scheming girls dress up and bite their handkerchiefs shyly in front of the princes and princes they like.
"Feng Xi'er" was cowardly and timid by nature, so she could only hide outside the pavilion and secretly watch the Seventh King, whom she had long admired. What made her sad was that the Seventh King held her sister Feng Yaner's hand in the pavilion and said: "Yan'er, don't worry, I will not marry Feng Xi'er. I love you and I will only marry you."
Feng Yan'er lowered her eyebrows and said shyly: "Yan'er also loves the Seven Kings as much as the Seven Kings, but Yan'er can't help herself. Her mother is forcing her to die and wants Yan'er to enter the palace and become the crown prince. Yan'er cannot pursue her own selfish desires for her own love. And he abandoned his mother and ignored her."
Long Qi held Feng Yan'er's little hand tightly and said with deep affection: "I would rather disobey the decree and be disrespectful than marry Feng Xi'er, so my father can't do anything to me."
Everyone in the Tianlong Dynasty knew that the emperor's favorite was not the prince but the Seven Kings.
After Long Qi said this, he suddenly saw a masked man in black flying out of the hiding place. He held a shadow sword and struck him with precision. Long Qi was eager to protect her, hugging Feng Yan'er and dodged quickly. , but ignored the man in black flying out from another place. Seeing that the man in black's sword was about to pierce Long Qi's back, Feng Xi'er rushed over and blocked Long Qi's back.
But what Long Qi shouted was "Yan'er". Feng Yan'er was so frightened that she fainted. Long Qi hugged Feng Yan'er, and Feng Xi'er fell behind Long Qi.
When Feng Xi'er passed through, she looked like a Qiong Yao drama. When the rescuers came, Long Qi settled Feng Yan'er and then came to hold Feng Xi'er. Feng Xi'er, who was already dead, suddenly opened her eyes and faced Long Qi. He spat out a mouthful of blood on his handsome face, bared his teeth and sent the words "I...fuck" to Long Qi with a strong sound. After saying these two words, he fainted.
Feng Xi'er now finds it funny when she thinks of Long Qi's frightened face.
Feng Xi'er shook her head, opened her mouth and took the grapes fed by Little Potato. I want to ask what love is in the world, and I feel sad for Feng Xi'er's wrong use of love. Love and love are really strange things. What you love may not be loved by others. Others love you, but you don't love others.
However, it is not good for Long Qi to like anyone, but he likes Feng Yan'er, a high-end lotus flower. With such taste, he is the most beautiful man in the Tianlong Dynasty. Feng Xi'er leans against her again and again, with great contempt.
Feng Xi'er was puzzled. Why did Long Qi love Feng Yan'er so wholeheartedly and marry her even if he resisted the decree
Or should we say that this Long Qi is really as Xiaodou said, an infatuated royal man.
Feng Xi'er vaguely felt that things seemed not that simple.
Forget it, I can't care about it. Feng Xi'er is too lazy to care about the master's affairs. He should recover from his injuries as soon as possible and take Little Tudou out to travel around the world and be comfortable. That would be one of the great joys in life. Just thinking about it makes me feel energetic.
Seeing that her master was silent and still giggling, Xiaodudou was so frightened that she reached out to touch Feng Xi'er's forehead: "Oh, I was scared to death. I thought the young lady had burned out her head."
Feng Xi'er chuckled, flicked Xiaotuo's forehead, and pretended to be serious: "Xiaodou, how do you talk?"
Only then did Xiaodou realize her rudeness, and quickly retracted her hand, muttering in a low voice: "I noticed that the young lady has become a different person since she woke up from the injury."
Feng Xi'er cleared her throat, patted Xiaotuo on the shoulder, and said righteously: "Xiaodou, your lady, I will be lucky if I survive the catastrophe. I decided to change from weak to strong. I want to be strong and I want to fight back. I want..." Feng Xi'er became more and more excited as she spoke. Finally she stood up, put her arm around Xiaodou's shoulders, and said firmly and loyally: "Anyway, no one will dare to bully us in the future. Don't worry, Tudou. I will protect you from now on." you"
Little Potato's expression was very funny, as if he didn't believe that little Japan had surrendered to China.
Feng Xi'er felt it was funny and grinned, but she didn't want to injure the wound, which made her cry in pain.
Xiaotuo considerately helped Feng Xi'er lie back on the massage chair. He was very pleased and said: "Our lady is a blessing in disguise. It's great that she can think so. It must be my wife's spirit in heaven that protects her."
Feng Xi'er pursed her lips and smiled, nodding towards Xiaotuo. Now, she just needs to recover from her injuries.
A strange country, a new life, and time travel are all destiny, so just take things as they come.
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