The prince is too bad, the princess is too strange

Zhuo Ye knew that he was powerless to resist. Last night, he saw Feng San's ghostly movement and the sword on his waist, which all showed that Feng San was a person with martial arts, and she had only practiced Sanda for a few days. How does one compare with such ancient martial arts masters?Now they can only wait for them to confirm that Feng Qi is healthy, and then look for opportunities to leave.Anyway, she didn't think about the next step. It's not bad to have such a place where food, housing and money are included.

Not long after, the carriage stopped in front of a tall mansion in the west of Fengcheng City.

"Cough...Feng Qiqing coughed, and said to Zhuo Ye who still had her eyes closed: "Miss Zhuo, we're here, get out of the car. "

When Zhuo Ye opened his eyes, he found that Feng San had already got off the carriage, and Feng Qi was looking at her with a smile.Zhuo Ye ignored Feng Qi, opened the curtain and walked down.

Zhuo Ye looked at the mansion in front of him, the high courtyard wall, the vermilion gate, two mighty stone lions standing on both sides of the gate, under the gate were neat bluestone steps, looking up, there was a plaque hanging above the gate , there are three big characters written in flying and dancing: Xiaoyiju.

Looking at the plaque, Zhuo Ye cursed in his heart: "Xiaoyiju? The name of this mansion is full of leisure, but unfortunately the owner is a little bit bad, really spoiling the name..."

Feng Qi, who got out of the car afterwards, saw that Zhuo Ye was just looking at the mansion calmly, without any surprise or fear in his eyes, so he couldn't help but secretly nodded.

The young man had already called the door, and at this time, someone from the mansion came out to welcome him, and an old man who looked like a butler who was fifty years away called out excitedly: "Third Young Master! Seventh Young Master!"

Feng San nodded at him, and took the lead to enter the mansion gate.

"Miss Zhuo, please." Feng Qi made a gesture of invitation to Zhuo Ye.

"From now on, Zhuo Ye will be a servant of your mansion, the seventh son is so polite to me, isn't he afraid of losing his status as master?" Zhuo Ye said sarcastically.

Before Feng Qi could open his mouth, the young servant in Tsing Yi took the lead and said angrily: "You woman is so rude to the young master! Do you know..."

"Qingzhu! Shut up!" Feng Qi shouted abruptly, then looked at Zhuo Ye apologetically: "Young lady, are you still angry?"

"How dare Zhuo Ye?" Zhuo Ye said angrily, she hated his hypocritical face that seemed gentle and amiable now.

"Oh! Miss Zhuo doesn't have to be like this..." Feng Qi sighed lightly: "Let's go in..."

Zhuo Ye remained silent, and followed him into the gate of Xiaoyiju.

In fact, Zhuo Ye is a person who doesn't get angry easily, but she doesn't like the feeling of being forced...

Feng Qi turned her head and told the housekeeper who was following her: "Steward Feng, prepare a comfortable courtyard for Miss Zhuo to rest in."

"Yes, Seventh Young Master." Steward Feng nodded in agreement.

"Cough... choose two smart girls to wait on." Feng Qi said again.

When Housekeeper Feng heard Feng Qi's cough, his expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "Master Seven, you... are you sick?"

"It's not in the way anymore." Feng Qi smiled lightly, and said again: "Take Miss Zhuo to rest first."

Steward Feng gave Feng Qi another worried look, then turned to Zhuo Ye and said, "Miss, please come with me."

"Old man Lao is here." Zhuo Ye said to the housekeeper.

"Girls don't have to be polite with old slaves."