Only those who care can hurt the most.
Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard a commotion outside the yard, and then a crowd of people came rushing in, and the first one said with a high-pitched voice, "Congratulations to Miss Feng!"
Feng Zhiwei opened the door and came out, and was greeted by a whole yard of gleaming eyes and gloating smiles. The leader, Mrs. An, was holding the clothes and jewelry, her face like a donkey dung, and she laughed so hard that pieces of powder fell off.
"Miss Feng is overjoyed." Aunt An passed the clothes in her hands forward, "I heard that you have been selected and will soon become the concubine of Prince Huzhuo? Prince Wang is here to visit now, and his wife is entertaining you in the front yard. What do you need?" Do you want to change clothes and serve?"
The word "concubine" was bitten so hard that all the maids in the yard were holding back their laughter and blushing. One woman laughed and said, "I heard that the man from the prairie is very strong. Miss Feng is really lucky."
Another big maid said with a smile: "Are you afraid that the smell will be stronger? I heard that men in the grassland don't wash their feet for a year. When the young lady serves her husband in the future, don't smoke them."
There was a burst of laughter.
Mrs. An passed the clothes forward again like a demonstration. The clothes on the wooden plate were the kind of pink that my aunt could only wear when entering the door. It matched with the emerald green skirt, very tacky, and the gold collar and dog collar were heavy and heavy. Stupid, pressed on the clothes, the red, green and yellow colors make people's eyes swell.
He Lianzheng is really impatient, why did he come here
Feng Zhiwei raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the clothes, and said: "Isn't this the clothes that the aunt pressed at the bottom of the box? Poor thing, it's been in the box for so many years, and I haven't had a chance to wear it, so I'm going to trouble you today." Send it to me, are you sure you won’t need it in the future?”
Mrs. An choked, her hands froze in the air.
The madam didn't ask her to bring the clothes, she wanted revenge to humiliate Feng Zhiwei. The clothes and jewelry were indeed put in the box by her and used when she was going to marry Guanshi Liu of the Qiu Mansion. The steward died and his wife remarried again. She never had anything to do with her, and he hated it all his life. I didn't expect Feng Zhiwei to be so sharp, poking her sore spot with a single sentence.
"You..." She was so angry that she trembled all over. She stood there trembling for a long while, and just as she had nowhere to step off the stage, she suddenly heard a person behind her ask in a low voice: "What's wrong..."
Everyone turned their heads and saw Mrs. Feng standing by the door with a puzzled face. She heard the commotion and came to Feng Zhiwei's courtyard just now, so she hurriedly followed to see what happened.
Aunt An's eyes lit up, she walked over immediately, gritted her teeth and said with a smile, "Ma'am, I almost forgot to congratulate you, your girl has flown to Gao Zhi'er, and she will soon be the concubine of the prince!"
"My son? Concubine?" Mrs. Feng's eyes widened suspiciously, and a woman immediately answered lukewarmly, "Yes, concubine! Your girl is running around outside, and I don't know what kind of flirtatious she is. Being favored by the son of Hu Zhuo, he said that he begged His Majesty to be a concubine when he said that today, he said that he was rewarded by His Majesty to be a concubine, and he said that he was almost given a marriage, bah, what the hell, a concubine, a marriage? Is it possible?"
Mrs. Feng was startled, her face turned pale for a moment, she opened her mouth to say something, but the words were stuck in her throat again, Feng Zhiwei stood by the door, staring at Mrs Feng, feeling sore and bitter in her heart—she was going to be given as a concubine , Mom still doesn't say a word
The mother and daughter looked at each other across the yard full of hostility. One hadn't digested the news in his heart, and he was thinking about how to deal with it like a mess, while the other was full of desolation and disappointment, hoping and waiting for the person he cared about the most. Give a little warm response.
They fell into a thoughtful silence, which made the servants think they were timid and afraid to speak.
"What kind of marriage, why don't you save face?" Another servant girl covered her mouth and smiled triumphantly, "But our Feng girl is really capable, so she picked up Prince Huzhuo without compromising, and she didn't know whether the gate was open or not. How did you learn such a trick, Miss Da, who is too late to go out!"
"Madam's legacy, family tradition!" A second-class maid who could read a few words beside Madam Qiu answered politely.
"Snapped!"
There was a crisp sound and a flash of blood.
The woman's scream came out, and it was already hoarse to everyone's ears—Madam Feng suddenly picked up the heavy gold collar, swept away thousands of troops, and slapped the woman on the mouth.
The cracked teeth spurted out, and Madam Feng's face was spattered with bits and pieces of blood, she didn't even wipe it off, she held up the blood-stained gold collar, and swung her arm to sweep it away, without looking at anyone.
"Nobody taught you how to behave? I beat you until you wake up today!"
The triumphant servants in the courtyard were shocked and ran away. Madam Feng rushed over, grabbed the clothes on the tray in Mrs. An's hand, and threw them out.
"Old guy, take your shroud and get lost!"
The colorful clothes flew out and covered the faces of a group of people who had just arrived. The first one let out an "Ouch" and shouted, "It smells so fragrant, it suffocates me to death!"
Raising his hand, he tore the clothes off his face and stepped on them.
As soon as his face was exposed, everyone felt that the originally bright sunlight was dimmed, and there seemed to be some colorful lights flickering in a trance, but it was the other party's eyes, the amber was as thick as wine, and the deep purple As deep as an abyss, two almost opposite colors merge in one person's eyes, giving off a strange and dizzying beauty.
The man had his sleeves tied up and his arms open, his pale honey-colored skin was glistening with sweat, and his whole body exuded a kind of masculinity that was about to burst out, which made the girls and wives all over the yard dumbfounded.
A group of guards from the Qiu Mansion chased after him, shouting: "Your Majesty, you can't enter, you can't enter..." But he was blocked by the team behind him, and the golden whip whipped and screamed, not hurting anyone at all, but Pumping around scurrying farther and farther away.
It turned out that this was the son of Hu Zhuo, and the eyes of all parties immediately turned to He Lianzheng with different meanings.
He Lianzheng turned his eyes and saw Mrs. Feng with disheveled hair and holding a blood-stained collar, and Feng Zhiwei who had been standing in the corridor with her hands behind her back, condescending and calm, immediately raised her eyebrows and smiled, and said, "Yellow-faced woman, this is your mother." ? One person is more powerful than one person!"
Feng Zhiwei choked, and then heard him say loudly again: "I like it!"
This time Madam Feng choked, and put down the gold collar she was holding high with a swish.
"Is the son here to hire you?" Feng Zhiwei was about to make a move, but was so startled by Mrs. Feng's outburst that she forgot to move. When He Lianzheng came over, she immediately found herself, and immediately became graceful and calm again.