The cub raised by krypton gold turned out to be the big boss of the villain

Ling Heng and Feng Yue were so inseparable that they didn't get up from the couch until noon.

"It's all your fault." Feng Yue came to the dressing table, looked at her red and swollen lips, "How can I go to see my mother, I see that."

Ling Heng held her face and kissed again, "It's pretty."

"What a ghost." Feng Yue bit his lips as if revenge.

"You beast." Feng Yue glared at him, "Stay away from me."

Thinking about how that innocent young man grew up so suddenly, he seemed to know more than her.

Fortunately, Ding Lan sent someone to tell the young couple to get together more and have lunch with Yang Miao, thus avoiding embarrassment.

Feng Yue and Ling Heng's side was in a mild wind and drizzle, like glue like paint, but Yang Miao and Ding Lan's side was a bit awkward.

"Auntie, you don't have to stay here all the time, I'm afraid I'll get sick to you." Yang Miao always felt uncomfortable, and Ding Lan's eyes seemed to see through her at any time, making her feel uncomfortable all over her body. Comfortable.

Ding Lan smiled, "Don't be afraid, your aunt is at this age, she hasn't had any disasters or diseases, and she is afraid that you will be infected with some diseases. As long as you are healthy and healthy, I will rest assured, otherwise you I can't explain it to my mother either."

Yang Miao smiled a little stiffly, "Auntie, I'm feeling better now, don't worry, it's getting late, you should eat first."

"It's okay." Ding Lan ordered someone to bring food, and asked Mo'er to feed it to Yang Miao.

Yang Miao knew that she was going to eat porridge and side dishes again, so she couldn't help feeling a little craving for it, she was sick these few days, and her cheeks became thinner after eating these.

However, the meals served were three meat and three vegetables, and the food was rich in variety, delicious in color, fragrance, and taste. Yang Miao, who had been eating plain porridge for the past few days, suddenly felt a little hungry.

"I asked the doctor. It's not good to always eat porridge and side dishes. These foods can also make up for you." Ding Lan said, "Just eat."

Yang Miao was already hungry after smelling the scent, but she was still sick, so she deliberately said, "Auntie, my illness is not cured yet, seeing these meaty smells makes my stomach unavoidable."

"Eat as much as you want, you will be energetic after eating." Ding Lan smiled slightly, "Mo'er, hurry up and feed your lady something."

Yang Miao had no choice but to restrain herself and only ate half a bowl of rice and some vegetarian dishes.

The rest of the food was left untouched, so Ding Lan gave it to the servants to eat.

After Ding Lan left, Yang Miao called Mo'er and wanted to ask about the food, but the food had already been divided.

Ding Lan went back to her room, and ordered Hongye, "The dinner should be more substantial for Yang Miao, and tell her that I won't go to see her at night."

"Madam, Miss Yang is still ill, can she eat that much?" Hong Ye asked.

"I know in my heart whether she is sick. She was sick before, but now she is probably cured. Who can bear the porridge and side dishes every day? I was here at noon, so she ate less, and she ate less at night. I ate too much." Ding Lan said.

Hong Ye said, "If Ms. Yang pretends to be sick, and give her more porridge and side dishes, it will be regarded as curing her."

Ding Lan smiled, but didn't say anything, "You just have to follow my orders, as long as the dishes at night are richer than those at noon."

"Yes." Hongye said, "Master, do you want to send someone to speak?"

"Alright, I'll write a letter to him, and you send someone to send it over. It will probably take a few days before you can go back." Ding Lan said. "Yang Miao sent someone to keep an eye on her, and Mo'er next to her is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

"Yes, the slave has written it down."

Feng Yue ate two bowls of rice and drank a bowl of soup today when she was happy, and it was Ling Heng who carried her into the house in the end.

"Are you still in the villa tomorrow?" Feng Yue asked.

"Yeah." Ling Heng nodded, "I want to spend more time with you, are you happy living in the villa?"

Feng Yue leaned into Ling Heng's arms, "Of course I'm happy, here there are mountains and water, the air is good and the environment is good, it's much more comfortable than the capital."

"As long as you like it." Ling Heng said, "You can stay for a while longer."

"By the way, the booklet from that day." Feng Yue recalled this time and asked, "There won't be anything wrong if it is deducted like this, the emperor won't know about it."

"Not all the notebooks can be sent to the emperor's desk. The whole world is handing over the notebooks. I am afraid that the emperor does not have enough time every day. They have to go through layers of screening and send the more important notebooks. Feng Mao is just a figurehead. It's nothing more than a petty official, and it's not an important matter. Even if you hand it over again, you will only be dismissed. Feng Mao is your uncle, and you know that there is such a relationship. This magistrate just wants to borrow flowers to present Buddha. "Ling Heng said.

What Ling Heng said was right, Feng Mao was a petty official who had lost his post, and even this position was in jeopardy now, if it wasn't for his niece and son-in-law who was an important court official, he might not even be able to see Zhang Zhifu.

At this time, Feng Mao was still waiting for the news at home, thinking that his booklet could be delivered to the emperor.

In the past few days, he often went to Zhang Zhifu to inquire about news, but he had only met Zhang Zhifu, and Zhang Zhifu only told him that he had handed over the brochure, and had nothing else to say.

"Master." As soon as San Yu entered the door, he saw Feng Mao wandering around, "Didn't you go to Magistrate Zhang's place? Why did you come back so soon?"

"I didn't see anyone at all, so he said he wasn't at the mansion." Feng Mao was a little annoyed, "I clearly saw him enter the mansion in a sedan chair."

Chang Yu said, "That's why I didn't see you on purpose. What's the reason for this? We also sent a lot of gifts, so we can't see you at all."

"I don't know what's going on, but Zhang Zhifu said that the booklet has been handed over." Feng Mao stroked his beard, "But there has been no movement for a few days."

"Is the money given too little?" Chang Yu asked. "Do you want to send some more?"

Feng Mao said, "How much money we have put in, and this matter has not been completed yet, so there is no reason to put a lot of money in."

"Then what should I do? My mother is still asking for news, and she is still angry because of the fact that my second brother sent her back to the house." Chang Yu said.

"This second child is really nothing. My mother doesn't come to see her when she's sick. If he definitely comes to make amends, maybe I won't hand in this booklet." Feng Mao said with his hands behind his back, "This time, we must let him He tasted it."

"One more thing, I want to tell the master, it's about the Yang family." Chang Yu said.

Feng Mao said, "You're talking about Feng Ting, what's wrong with her, she has always been short-sighted and short-sighted."

"I heard that she sent her daughter to the villa." Chang Yu said, "I haven't come back for several days. It seems that I get along well with Feng Yue."