Feng Zhiwei took a step back, staring at Madam Feng dumbfounded—how could she say that about her!
When was she so ambitious, when was she fond of showing off, when was she ever competitive, when was she so frivolous
It's just a small wish in her heart, a small wish that surged up after hearing the heroic deeds of the Huofeng female marshal many years ago, she hopes that through herself, the bright woman who was forced to fall into the dust can hold her head up again Come, let her be recognized by the world again because of her daughter's pride and excellence.
She wanted to earn her back the respect and glory that had been lost, even if she couldn't return to the human world, at least she could be treated equally by the world.
So, did mother think so
So no matter what she does, in mother's eyes, is it frivolous
The heart sank inch by inch, falling into the heart of the waves of the moonlight, rippling with infinite coolness... always like this, always like this, her only warm-blooded loyalty is only praised to that person, but every time it is discarded as nothing.
She didn't know where to place her gaze for a moment, she lowered habitually, and caught sight of Mrs. Feng's sweat towel on the chair.
The rosin-colored sweat towel, embroidered with the exquisite roc spreading its wings, was not yet finished, but it was for Feng Hao at first glance.
"Hehe..." Feng Zhi smiled sarcastically, really, why are you sad, in the end, you are still stupid, and you can't blame others.
"Understood." She rolled up her sleeves, no longer avoiding her eyes, and stared deeply at Mrs. Feng for a while, "Don't worry, there will be no next time."
After speaking, she stepped out the door and never looked back.
The dim light and shadow in the room was turbulent like the light of water, and she left behind her without hesitation. In the rippling twilight, she didn't hear a sigh from behind, which was also as light as the light of water.
Feng Zhiwei "came out of smallpox", Cuifangzhai dismissed the servants and closed the door to thank the guests, Wei Zhi dressed up and was still active on the Tiansheng court stage.
The situation is turbulent undercurrents, the officials line up with each other, the mansions of the princes are full of traffic, the fifth prince who was supposed to return to Jianghuai Road after the imperial concubine's birthday banquet, lingers on in the name of needing to serve the emperor's decoction, he is The suspect in the emperor’s assassination case has not been properly closed for investigation—in fact, no one has come to investigate him now. Outside, no one can be in charge, and whoever wants to be in charge does not follow others. The cabinet presses one end and tilts the other. The academicians run to the emperor's palace every day, and the blisters on the corners of their mouths are getting bigger and bigger.
The Ministry of Industry, which was originally presided over by the fifth prince, repeatedly sent posts to the cabinet, accusing the Ministry of Households of deliberately delaying the distribution of ICBC for the repair project of the gates of the nine cities in Beijing, China, and the Ministry of Households. In summer, the flood in the south destroyed the embankment, and the official ships transporting money, food, tax and silver were unable to pass, which delayed the return of the household department to the bank. There is something tricky, it is said that he killed someone but got away with it, and the Ministry of Criminal Justice perverted the law and committed murder. Lost old cases, claiming to have some new evidence—like a snowball, the six parts quarreled into a pile.
"If Your Majesty doesn't wake up, things will go awry." Hu Dashi sighed worriedly to Feng Zhiwei after returning from entering the palace.
"Old Xiangyi chooses a tree to live in, but he doesn't know whose tree is stronger?" Feng Zhiwei joked.
"Is it the king's land in the whole world, is it the king's subject on the shore of the land." Hu Dashi stroked the mouse's beard, glanced at her sideways, and walked away.
Feng Zhi watched him go away with a slight smile, thinking that the King Chu faction has been a little turbulent recently, for example, Yao Dashoufu was a little restless, but Xin Ziyan and Hu Shengshan looked at ease, so Xin Ziyan simply moved to the editing office She went to live there, as if she didn't hear anything outside the window, and handed over Qingming Academy to her.
Let's just wait and see what happens, Feng Zhiwei also lights up the lantern with her nephew—as usual, she takes her Master Gu to work every day.
Qingming Academy is currently independent of the storm, and has its own detached attitude. Naturally, some people try to win them over. For example, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry sent several precious books to Feng Zhiwei in the name of appreciating books. Feng Zhiwei Take it and look it up, and send it back politely. After going back and forth several times, they will not send it back.
Feng Zhiwei was somewhat puzzled. She worked in the cabinet and academy, and had no friendship with the Sixth Ministry. The minister of the Ministry of Industry suddenly showed her hospitality, which was a bit thought-provoking, but everyone knew that the current Sixth Ministry was in troubled waters and could not be touched. It's better to peel walnuts with Gu Yiyi and drink with Prince Helian.
He Lianzheng didn't climb the wall anymore, and now he came to visit Mr. Si Ye directly with wine. He finally figured out his aunt's only shortcoming - greedy drinking, so today he is "drunk in the desert", tomorrow he is "thousand valley alcohol", and the day after tomorrow he is "drunk in the desert". "Jianghuaichun" is the best wine that Feng Zhiwei can't resist. He drank his aunt and aunt's clothes every day, smiling and happy.
He Lianzheng was smiling and happy at first, but gradually his face became bitter—my aunt lied again! My aunt's alcohol capacity is not two pots at all-she will not get drunk after a thousand glasses!
So He Lian, who made up his mind to get his aunt drunk once, came countless times happily, and left with nothing...
When he is in a bad mood, he naturally has to find someone to vent his anger on. The best way to vent his anger is his aunt's brother and his dear brother-in-law. So poor Feng Hao, every time He Lianzheng and Feng Zhiwei drink, he is constantly told to "warm the wine and go to the hospital." !" "Bring me a sweat towel!" "Carry me back!"
Feng Hao has always been a prince without the life of a son, but he has the style of a son. He is spoiled, so how can he suffer this hardship? However, the strange thing is that although his face is more smelly than a latrine, he actually endured it obediently, and made a big deal with him at the beginning. The malevolent aura of Dao Guogong is not the same, Feng Zhiwei looked at it coldly, feeling somewhat puzzled in his heart.
She still had a doubt in her heart, and finally asked Yao Yangyu how she knew Feng Hao when she was drinking with everyone.
Those sons and sisters have already made Feng Zhiwei and Gu Nanyi angry, and now Feng Zhiwei calls them "Wow Wang" and they definitely don't hum. Yao Yangyu heard Feng Zhiwei asking this, and Mr. Yao patted his family Siye with drunken eyes. Smiling over his shoulder, "How can we have a crush on that kid? One time we were playing outside with His Royal Highness the King of Chu, and we met this kid poking his head. We wanted to chase him away. His Highness was in a good mood, so he stayed. He said he was pitiful, so you might as well play with him." Playing, let him see the glory of the imperial capital, but unfortunately this kid has no money, and the brothers said to help him pay for it, but His Highness refused, saying that only borrow money to gamble, how can anyone borrow money to go whoring? The Qiu family has a big business , whatever you take out is enough... Later, this kid somehow disappeared, and now he reappeared... I really despise this kid, I really don't know where I cast my eyes on His Highness..."