The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

Chapter 115: 125 Family service

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Feng Xi'er's mouth was bloodshot, her lips were pale, there was cold sweat on her forehead, and her chest was bright red, but she smiled brightly at Feng Zhuo'er, like a female ghost, which was very scary, Feng Zhuo'er had always been conceited. I kind of admire Feng Xi'er.

Feng Xi'er took a painful breath, looked at Feng Zhuo'er and said with a smile: "Reciprocity is a courtesy, fourth brother, am I generous enough?"

Feng Zhuoer smiled harmlessly and replied: "It seems that the eldest sister has died a few times and walked through the hell gate a few times, so the Lord of Hell is no longer afraid."

Feng Xi'er grinned and raised her head with a wild smile: "I am not afraid of slanting shadows. I am not afraid of the sky or the earth. It's not like you and your mother. Your sisters specialize in doing villainy things. Fourth brother, be careful. It's been raining a lot lately, so be careful of getting hit..." After she finished speaking, she shook her body twice, and Xiaodou tightened her grip to hold her tight.

"Miss, don't talk anymore. I will help you into the room to rest." Xiaodou said, helping Feng Xi'er towards the room.

Feng Zhuoer squinted his eyes, reached out and pulled out the sword with great force, and blood spurted out immediately. The strong and strong man who was knocked unconscious saw such a bloody scene when he woke up. He didn't know what happened yet, but he could tell The fourth young master drew the sword with such force because he wanted to aggravate the wound.

"Fourth Young Master, you will lose too much blood like this." The tough and strong man quickly climbed up and helped Feng Zhuoer. Although this Fourth Young Master has practiced martial arts all year round and is very powerful in martial arts, he is still a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. He's not quite an adult yet and his body is still developing, so he can't withstand such a torment.

Feng Zhuo'er smiled sinisterly. If he gave Feng Xi'er a sword, he would naturally be questioned, but Feng Xi'er also gave him a sword. If he was seriously injured... his father would naturally blame Feng Xi'er.

Feng Xi'er was helped back to the room and lay on the bed. Xiaodou cried and cleaned her wound, stopped the bleeding, and finally applied medicine. Fortunately, Long Jiu gave her the magical golden medicine. When applied to the wound, it was cool and comfortable. The light medicinal fragrance can disperse a little pain.

"Miss's injured arm has just healed, and now... Wuwu, why is the Fourth Young Master so cruel! If this sword had been deeper, I'm afraid Miss... would... Wuwu, Miss's life is so hard!!!" Xiao Tudou said. Yao said while crying.

"Tudou, you are so noisy! Feng Xi'er stroked Little Tudou's hair, her tone of voice was doting. This girl is like this, she sheds light tears. When her master's life is in danger, she will be more nervous than if she is in danger. Hong Jiu disappears Now, Xiaotuo is her only friend. Fortunately, she is not alone, at least she still has Xiaotuo, this loyal girl.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. The injuries are not serious. No matter how arrogant Feng Zhuo'er is, he won't dare to kill me. After all, if I die, I'm afraid the entire Prime Minister's Mansion will be buried with him." Feng Xi'er said this not to be arrogant, but Long Qi She deeply understands the persistence of others.

Xiaodou grabbed Feng Xi'er's hand and said worriedly: "Miss is weak, but she has been injured. When she was a child, she was often bullied by the third lady and the fourth young master. Now, the fourth young master still won't let her go..." At this point, Xiaodudou said purely There was a sharp look on Shan's face, and he continued: "I will kill the fourth young master even if I risk my life."

Feng Xi'er gently touched Xiaotuo's forehead and decided to express her thoughts: "Tudou, I will not marry Long Qi. I already have someone I love in my heart. For some reasons, please understand that I have not told you. , I don’t want to stay in this dynasty, let alone this inhumane Prime Minister’s Mansion, I want to fly far away to find Chanzhen, or the person I love, will you follow me?”

Xiaotuo was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect that she guessed correctly. The young lady had indeed met her beloved. She never asked because she believed that her master had his own plans and ideas.

Xiaodou nodded firmly and said solemnly: "I am willing to follow you to the end of the world. I have said that if you are born as a lady, you will die as a ghost of your lady. Wherever the lady goes, I will go."

Feng Xi'er felt warm in her heart and joked: "Xiaodou said it so seriously, people who don't know would think we are desperate mandarin ducks trying to elope!"

Xiaodou smiled sheepishly and said, "Miss, please lie down while I prepare the medicine."

Feng Xi'er nodded and looked at Xiaodou's thin back, feeling guilty. She could see that Xiaodou liked the cook Panda very much, but in order to stay by her side, he was willing to give up love and was determined not to marry for the rest of his life. People.

If possible, Feng Xi'er hoped to help Xiaodou find a good family after escaping from the dynasty. But, will it really go as she wishes

There is a vague feeling of bad premonition. The better you think, the reality always backfires. Whether he can successfully escape from the dynasty is still a difficult problem.

Feng Xi'er closed her eyes tiredly. She couldn't fall asleep because of her random thoughts, so she just closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

No matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't think of any good way to escape from the dynasty easily. If he escaped from marriage, he would be hunted down, unless Long Qi regretted the marriage and refused to marry her.

Two hours later, Xiaodudou finally boiled the medicine and brought it to Feng Xi'er. Halfway through drinking the soup, the door was suddenly kicked open by someone, who was so frightened that Xiaodudou couldn't hold the medicine bowl steady. With a bang, the medicine bowl fell. On the ground, broken.

Feng Xi'er looked up and saw that the person who kicked the door was Shen Biyu. Shen Biyu had a gloomy face and shouted loudly: "Come here, the eldest lady stabbed the fourth young master and almost killed the fourth young master. She violated the family law and should be punished by the family." Serve the law, follow the law of the family"

Without saying a word, two strong men entered the house, grabbed Feng Xi'er, and dragged Feng Xi'er out. Two women took out long whips and handed them to Shen Biyu's hands.

Shen Biyu took the whip and swung it at Feng Xi'er. Little Tudou rushed to Feng Xi'er and was whipped hard on the back. She gritted her teeth in pain, but she did not forget to defend Feng Xi'er and said, "Second madam, it was the fourth young master who stabbed the eldest lady first. The eldest lady was trying to protect himself. You can't do this to our young lady. Our young lady will soon be the seventh prince's." You’re a human, you can’t hurt our lady.”

Shen Biyu didn't take Xiaotuo's words seriously at all, so she waved her hand and whipped her again. However, this whip was caught by Feng Xi'er. Feng Xi'er stared at Shen Biyu violently, her voice as cold as ice: "Shen Biyu, who are you? What qualifications do you have to do anything to me?"

"Am I, the father, qualified to take action against you?" Feng Zhengde had just returned from the palace when he saw such a disgusting scene and heard words that made him heartbroken. This daughter... is really a rebellious girl.

"Master, you must uphold justice for us. Last time we beat Jiaoer in front of many people on Chang'an Street, which brought shame to our Prime Minister's Office. This time, you actually wanted to kill Zhuoer, sir. , If you come back later, I'm afraid you won't be able to see Zhuoer, the only legitimate son of our Prime Minister's Mansion..." Shen Biyu added fuel to the fire, exaggerating, saying how serious it was.

He is obviously a third child, but he insists on saying that he is the elder one. He is obviously a concubine, but he insists that he is a direct descendant. A woman who steals love with a knife is shameless. Because there is no face at all.