The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Even thinking about it now, Feng Jing still feels that something is wrong.

Yun Ying knew what Feng Jing was awkward about, and she also knew that she must not persuade her at this time, if she spoke directly, Feng Jing would run away in embarrassment on the spot.

So she fed the two babies, swaddled them, and stood up with the babies in her arms.

"At four o'clock, the servants from the kitchen will come here to fetch firewood. Let's hurry up and change positions."

Feng Jing was dubious, listened to Yun Ying's command to eliminate all traces, put away the flag and followed Yun Ying to hide in another utility room.

It was already past time, and there were still two quarters of an hour before Choushi, Feng Jing had just arranged the concealment formation, when she heard rustling noises in the yard, she looked around, and it was indeed the people from the kitchen who came to fetch firewood.

"How did you know they were coming to fetch firewood today?" Feng Jing looked at Yun Ying in surprise.

"Guess." Yunying said lightly, "People in Longnan City don't light fires or eat blood food for three days in every month, and it was the last day before."

"However, our hiding place is the last firewood room. Even if we need to light a fire, we may not always get it from that woodshed." Feng Jing wanted to find fault with her.

"Do you know that people sometimes have a very subtle mind." Yunying turned to look at him, and smiled slightly, "If you haven't gone out for a long time, you want to take a walk in a very far place; I haven’t gotten new clothes for a long time, and when I finally have the opportunity to cut new clothes, I want to get one of each style; similarly, the monks of the Lin family have no blood for three days, and they definitely want to reward themselves with a big meal.”

"So the kitchen needs to use a lot of firewood to prepare a big banquet, right?" Feng Jing suddenly realized, and then looked at Yun Ying with complicated eyes, "You are quite wise in life."

However, he immediately remembered the reason why Yunying was able to guess so well, and couldn't help asking: "Is your life in the Qin family very hard?"

"Haven't you investigated everything?" Yun Ying was more surprised than Feng Jing. Didn't the third son investigate her origin early in the morning? How come he didn't realize that he was suffering until now.

Feng Jing remained silent, of course he knew about Yun Ying's life in the Qin family, but the jade slips reported by Ah Lin at that time only contained the words "cutting down on food and clothing, suffering from hunger and cold". With his experience, it was really difficult to empathize with him.

He thought that what he had experienced was already considered extremely bitter, but he never imagined that there would be real suffering in this world where he could not even make enough money to make ends meet.

Many old things were piled up in a mess in the utility room. It was not a serious matter because someone came to clean it from time to time and the dust fell, but it was neglected after all, and the window lattices were slightly damaged.When the wind blows, there is a long, thin, high-pitched whistle from the windows.

Feng Jing stared at the crack on the window, feeling the cold wind blowing on her hand.

With his cultivation base, he hardly felt the cold wind.But he suddenly thought, if he hadn't possessed such a dharma body, if he hadn't been born in such an extraordinary ethnic group, but had lost his parents since childhood like Yun Ying, grew up being cruelly abused by relatives, and suffered The cold wind erodes and troubles him, so what will happen to him?

Feng Jing thought with shame, she would never become Yun Ying's calm and composed appearance.

At this moment, he felt that Yunying became extremely clear in front of his eyes.