Divine Doctor's Daughter: Black-bellied Crown Princess

Chapter 69
Why do you want to be nice to Feng Ziyu?
Actually, Chen Lingcheng didn't understand this question either.

It seems that since the first farewell, Chen Lingcheng has been thinking about this little girl.

Obviously, what happened that time was the most embarrassing moment that Chen Lingcheng had encountered since he was born.

But every time Chen Lingcheng recalled it, he didn't feel annoyed, on the contrary, he found it quite amusing.

That tough-mouthed and soft-hearted girl...

Quite fun.

……

Feng Daoyuan knew what the old lady had done, and he was noncommittal.

Regarding this matter, Feng Daoyuan had no intention of making a move.

Originally, this matter was already embarrassing enough. If Feng Daoyuan intervened in it again, it would be fine not to spread it out. If it was spread out, people outside would definitely say that Feng Daoyuan was not only lax in housekeeping, but also condoned his concubine's greed for ink. The dowry of the main room.

After discovering this matter, all the dowry was deducted.

Feng Daoyuan can't get involved in this matter at all.

Therefore, it is best for the old lady to make a move.

In case this matter gets out in the future, Feng Daoyuan only needs to say that he is a man, and naturally it is impossible to cover everything in the backyard, and all responsibilities can be shirked.

"Master, Aunt Fang is still making trouble."

The accounts reported by the old lady today are already a huge amount, and Feng Ziyu from the Lengyuan is still reporting the accounts from afar, Aunt Fang feels that there are countless silvers under her breath. If you hit your own head, you will naturally go crazy.

Feng Daoyuan didn't bother to take care of this matter, he didn't even have the ability to solve the problems he caused, so why would he help her?
"Let her make trouble."

No matter how much Feng Daoyuan liked Aunt Fang before, she was still a woman.

There are quite a few women in Feng Daoyuan's backyard, and there is no lack of tenderness.

Regarding major matters, Feng Daoyuan had already been confused once because of Aunt Fang, and it is absolutely impossible to be confused again this time.

"I live in the study in the front yard these days, and you can report to me every day about the things in the backyard."

Feng Daoyuan instructed the servant.

"It's my lord."

……

The night is cold as water.

Today's last account reconciliation is finished, thinking that a large amount of money will come into the account soon, Feng Ziyu is in a good mood, and at dinner time, she pays for an extra dish for the girls in the cold courtyard.

They even bought wine.

The girls are not good at drinking, but after drinking a little, everyone is a little tipsy.

The masters in the cold courtyard are not difficult to serve, and there are not so many problems at night, so Feng Ziyu let them all rest.

The courtyard was empty, Lin and Feng Zizhang drank the medicine and fell asleep. Feng Ziyu moved a small table and sat in the courtyard. There were some fruit snacks and a pot of tea on the table.

Although today is not a full moon night, such a quiet night also made Feng Ziyu's heart calm down.

It has been a long time since she was in this body. Feng Ziyu insisted on exercising every day, not only that, but she never forgot what she learned in the army in her previous life.

She has always known that she must not be willing to waste time in this backyard in the future.

Although it is about identity, Feng Ziyu's future cannot allow her to choose.

But Feng Ziyu always had some good wishes in her heart.

What she wants is naturally to be fought for by herself. Over the past few days, she has made careful arrangements, and until today, it can be regarded as a victory.

"Appreciate the moon?"

When Chen Lingcheng's voice came suddenly, Feng Ziyu was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look over, and saw Chen Lingcheng sitting in a wheelchair, walking over from the backyard.

Feng Ziyu frowned, then turned her head to look at the gate of the courtyard.

Few people come to the cold courtyard, so the door to the courtyard is always open at night.

This guy didn't go through the courtyard door when he came here, but climbed over the wall from the backyard?
When Chen Lingcheng saw the disgust in Feng Ziyu's eyes, a smile flashed across his eyes.

"There is a door in the backyard." Chen Lingcheng said.

kindness?
Feng Ziyu frowned: "Where is it?"

How could she not know about this?

Chu Lingcheng took a look at Feng Ziyu, and said confidently, "It was just opened by Mo Qing."

Feng Ziyu: "..."

OK.

The prince is very good.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Ziyu continued to drink tea and eat fruit, not surprised by the arrival of Chen Lingcheng, her attitude was very flat.

Surprisingly, Chen Lingcheng didn't feel uncomfortable.

Compared with the previous attitude that no matter where I go, everyone is sincere and fearful, and now no matter where I go, those people are respectful on the surface, but gloating in their eyes, Chen Lingcheng feels that he is surprised when he gets along with Feng Ziyu. comfortable.

"I have something to tell you."

Chen Lingcheng turned the wheelchair to Feng Ziyu's side by himself.

Feng Ziyu reached out and poured a cup of tea for Chen Lingcheng. Thinking that he had turned the wheelchair just now, she took out a handkerchief after thinking about it: "Wipe your hands before drinking tea."

Chen Lingcheng raised his eyebrows, and a flash of irony flashed in his eyes.

Feng Ziyu seems quite casual.

When making trouble, she also looks fearless, but in terms of temperament, she is actually a very careful person.

Chen Lingcheng hooked his lips and said, "No more tea."

That's what he said, but he picked up the veil and carefully wiped his fingers clean.

Feng Ziyu's eyes fell on Chen Lingcheng's fingers.

Compared with the hands of men in this era, Chen Lingcheng's hands are actually quite prominent.

His fingers are different from other people's slender and slender hands, which belong to the kind of hands with larger joints.

Feng Daoyuan is a literati, and his hands are also used to pinch pens, so his fingers are extraordinarily slender, even looking like women's hands.

And Mo Qing's hands are very rough due to martial arts practice, so that people can tell that this person is holding a sword at a glance.

Chen Lingcheng's hands were very white, and there were not many calluses on them, but Feng Ziyu could tell at a glance that this person had also held a weapon.

"what happened?"

Finding that Feng Ziyu's attention was on his hands, Chen Lingcheng asked immediately.

Feng Ziyu let out an oh, looked away, and said, "It's okay, I just feel a little tired."

Chen Lingcheng's face darkened when he heard the words: "Why didn't you feel tired when you sat here just now, but you got tired when I came?"

Feng Ziyu: "..."

She glanced at Chen Lingcheng and found that this man seemed really angry.

In the past, this person was always called "my prince", but today it is interesting, and he directly talked about "I".

Feng Ziyu smiled, not sure about Chen Lingcheng's temper, so she could only say: "It's late at night, don't you go to other people's houses without checking the time?"

These words immediately made Chen Lingcheng's face look better.

"It's not very convenient during the day." Chen Lingcheng said.

(End of this chapter)