"Who is that?" Mrs. An sneered, her eyes aggressive.
Feng Zhiwei squeezed her fingers again, but then she said calmly: "There are so many people in your kitchen, and you rushed over so quickly just now, anyone who touches it may be..."
"Snapped!"
The crisp sound of the palm touching the skin made everyone's eyebrows jump.
Feng Zhiwei only felt a buzzing in his head, and then his face felt numb, the numbness had not dissipated, and a burning pain rolled in, there was a slightly fishy sweet taste in his mouth, and even the teeth twitched and ached.
What a slap!
Mrs. An raised her hand and froze, as if she couldn't believe she moved her hand.
She didn't think too much about it at first, after all, Feng Zhiwei is the master in name, and in the highly ranked Tiansheng Dynasty, it is disrespectful for the subordinates to commit crimes above, but today's incident is unusual, and she is already anxious about tomorrow's transmission, Seeing the little hoof so calm and composed again under the rage, he was so angry that his blood rushed and his mind went dizzy. When he reacted, Feng Zhiwei's face opposite him was already full of colors.
There was silence.
After a while, a thin line of blood slowly bloomed from the corner of Feng Zhiwei's lips, it was as mournful and gorgeous as a residual flower, and everyone's expressions changed.
Feng Zhiwei raised her hand, gently pressed the corner of her lips with her fingers, carefully looked at the blood on her fingertips, and then... smiled.
Her hair was disheveled, her smile was half-hidden and half-present in the black hair, she was sinking in the surrounding mist and the half-bright and half-dark shadows in this corner, she looked gentle and serene, contradictory and cold, making her standing On the opposite side of her, Mrs. An, who had been staring at her, shuddered.
Only then did she remember that at least Feng Zhiwei was still a young lady, and her mother was the serious master of the mansion, and it was said that her temper was also violent...
However, she immediately got up the courage to hit her and hit her, what can she do? To be honest, she used to be well-behaved, she didn't catch anyone wrong, and she had no chance to teach her a lesson. Now that she has been sent to her door today, and she is taking advantage of it, and she can't beat her for nothing. How can she still escape the "stealing of royal things?" "The mortal sin? Besides, at any rate, I am my wife's accompanying room, and this mansion has a reputation. If I teach a bitch's unknown daughter, what are you afraid of!
This kind of thought just passed by in a flash, and then Mrs. An kept on doing nothing, pointing at Zhiwei Feng, and sternly shouted: "Take down this woman who has the audacity to steal tribute! Send it to Madam for punishment!"
"What are you doing here, kid?"
As soon as Mrs. An's voice fell, another servant woman suddenly screamed. She was startled by Mrs. An's slap just now and took a step back. She bumped against the half-opened window and faintly heard a low scream under the window. The second boy of the Feng family.
Immediately, someone came over and brought Feng Hao in. Feng Hao had already turned pale with fright, Qi Qi Ai Ai was speechless, Feng Zhi frowned slightly, but Aunt An seemed to have found a treasure, and said sharply: "Young Master Hao is doing it here. What? Are you here to steal things too?"
Feng Hao was startled by the word "steal" and trembled all over. He glanced at Feng Zhiwei and lowered his head timidly.
Seeing his expression in the eyes of Mrs. An, the old woman's eyes flashed with joy, and she suddenly smiled softly: "Young master is young and ignorant, it's okay to be instigated to make some mistakes, just talk to Mrs. , Don’t wait until Madam comes, it’s not easy to end.”
Feng Hao hesitated, the fingers in his sleeves twisted together unconsciously, a strange fragrance faintly radiated, and a little gold filament-like object could be seen on the fingertips, everyone saw it, but they all turned their eyes away, and only stared at Feng Hao.
"Master Hao, in front of important matters, you have to be clear about right and wrong." Mrs. An smiled half-smile, pointing her chin in the direction of the front mansion, "Master's military law governs the mansion, and stealth is the last thing to be tolerated, let alone the stolen imperial meal? If His Majesty doesn't blame you tomorrow, the Master will definitely expel you from the mansion if he knows it, Young Master Hao, look..."
Her voice was long, Feng Hao trembled, and timidly took a step back.
Feng Zhiwei took a deep breath, slowly lowered the hand that was touching his face, and stared at Feng Hao.
That was her younger brother who grew up with her...
Feng Hao trembled when she saw her, his knees involuntarily softened, but he immediately turned his head, took another step away from her, and then said vaguely and quickly: "My sister said that there are delicious food here, so she asked me to meet her here... "
Mrs. An let out a long breath, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
All the women around me raised their lips together.
Feng Zhiwei turned her head and stopped looking at Feng Hao.
"Hao'er!" An angry shout came suddenly, everyone turned their heads, only to see at the door, Mrs. Qiu, the mistress of the mansion, was standing at the door, and Mrs. Feng, who spoke just now, was standing beside her, glaring at Feng Hao.
As soon as Feng Hao saw Mrs. Feng, he rushed over and shouted: "Mother! They twisted me so painfully!"
Mrs. Feng's face was ashen, watching Feng Hao rushing towards him, her sleeves were windless, her feet moved slightly, but then she stabilized her feet, raised her arms a little stiffly, caught Feng Hao who was rushing, and embraced him in the arms.
Feng Zhiwei watched coldly, her gaze flashed—the mother's posture just now was a bit strange...
However, as if it was her illusion, Madam Feng held her son in her arms in the blink of an eye, comforting her in a low voice.
Mrs. Qiu watched all this calmly, and listened to Mrs. An, who was in a hurry to catch up, to reciprocate, and suddenly turned her head to ask Feng Hao, "Hao'er, did Zhiwei ask you to wait under the window?"
The room was silent, Feng Hao, who was busy acting like a baby, raised his head a little stiffly, pursed his lips a few times, and looked at Mrs. Feng.
Mrs. Feng's fingers trembled, she looked away, and Zhiwei Feng saw that she had gently wiped off a little bit of golden food on her sleeve, which was stuck to her body when Feng Hao rushed over just now.
Feng Hao looked a little confused, as if he didn't understand what his mother meant, but Mrs. Feng's non-stop had strengthened his courage, and the fate of being expelled from the house made him unwilling to face it, so he was so determined that he opened his mouth at the slightest stalk in his neck.
Madam Feng stopped him suddenly, turned around, and bowed to Madam Qiu.
Mrs. Qiu returned the salute slightly, a clear smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Feng Zhiwei, who had been looking at her mother all the time, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, a little gratified happiness appeared in her eyes.
There are still people in this world who will defend her...