Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 34

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Feng Yuyan's gentle but slightly harsh voice came from behind: "It's all gone, what should I do?"

Mo Xiaowan didn't care about those knife-like eyes and gossip, but turned his head nostalgicly, looking at the side concubine who followed Feng Yi and walked in the door.

Seeing Mo Xiaowan turning her head to look at her, Feng Yuyan quickly concealed the slight worry on her face, and gave her a bright and gentle smile.

Mo Xiaowan was instantly lost in that smile.

Her mind was blank, and she felt that her mother, Feng Zimo, seemed to be walking in the sunshine, and hadn't left her.

She is the side concubine of the Eighth Prince?

She is what Su Gu said, the woman from the Feng family who married into the Eight Princes' Mansion?
In fact, Mo Xiaowan glanced at Feng Yi's back just now, and those women looked at her with jealousy or hatred, as if he appeared and wanted to compete with them for a piece of meat.

Mo Xiaowan was a little puzzled, it seemed that Xuanyuanchen and her side concubine were not on good terms.

Concubine Feng was going to help him just now, but he ran away without a trace?
what is this?
Thinking about the uncle's romantic history, Mo Xiaowan thought twice, it seems that the Eighth Prince's Mansion will have a good show in the future!
The wind carried Mo Xiaowan on her back, twisting and turning, passing exquisite or majestic pavilions, passing countless flower gardens and pavilions, and finally turned into a yard full of maple trees.

It is summer now, clusters of dark or shallow maple leaves stretch out on the tree-lined path, blocking the fierce sunlight above the head, but it is cool and refreshing.

There is a clear stream flowing beside the maple forest, and wooden bridges with elegant shapes and strong materials are erected on the stream.

Feng Yi crossed the bridge with her on his back, and the side concubine Feng Yuyan led the way, and together they entered a house beside the Fenglin stream.

As soon as the quaint carved wooden door is pushed open, there are all tables, chairs and furniture in the room, which is very clean and tidy.

Mo Xiaowan thought that he had entered the bedroom of the black-faced uncle, but on second thought, he told Feng Yuyan earlier that he would randomly pick a side room of Yafeng Garden to settle her down, obviously it couldn't be a prince's bedroom.

"This house is a bit rough, the girl will make do with it first."

Feng Yuyan asked Feng Yi to put her on the rattan chair, and smiled warmly: "If there is something missing, just ask Feng Guard or Xiu Zhu to come to Peony Pavilion and say something."

This house is simple?
No!
Mo Xiaowan was only thankful that he didn't ask if this was the uncle's bedroom?
It turns out that in Feng Yuyan's opinion, this house is very simple. If she asked that, people would definitely laugh at her. For some reason, Mo Xiaowan didn't want to lose face in front of her.

Hearing her say girl from left to girl right from girl, Mo Xiaowan opened his watery eyes wide and corrected her.

"My concubine, I have a name. My name is Mo Xiaowan."

"What? Your surname is Mo?"

Feng Yuyan suddenly stared at her fixedly, as if she wanted to see through her, and muttered indistinctly: "My surname is Mo? But it has something to do with the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion?"

"Report to the side concubine."

Without waiting for Mo Xiaowan to speak, Feng Yi tried his best not to think about the scene of cleaning the Hou's house, cleared his throat, and spoke for Mo Xiaowan from the sidelines.

"She is the Fifth Miss of the Hou Mansion, and I don't know what's going on with the Lord, so I insisted on picking her up."

What happened to the Marquis of Weiyuan?
As soon as Feng Yi finished speaking, Mo Xiaowan saw the complicated expression on Feng Yuyan's face, she lost all color in an instant, and her face became very pale.

(End of this chapter)