The first daughter is poisonous, the lord goes to bed obediently

Chapter 261
Yu Wenhao tried hard to recall the situation that day, and a large pool of blood emerged in his mind.

Startled, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

"That day...Miss Zhou was shot by an arrow?" After a while, Yu Wenhao lowered his eyes and asked slowly.

Envoys, you look at me, I look at you, and finally reached an agreement and acquiesced.

"What's the reason?" Yu Wenhao turned to look at them with a bit of anger.

The faces of the envoys froze, and they were finally willing to tell what they saw that day.

After hearing this, Yu Wenhao's heart sank gradually.

No wonder that day when she came out of the back door of Shantang and saw Zhou Xinyan, she looked at him with complicated eyes. It turned out that he was sorry for her.

However, after Zhou Xinyan got in touch with him today, he didn't mention anything about that day.

Yu Wenhao couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, he raised his eyes and looked outside the Zuixian Tower, at the clear blue sky, he moved his footsteps slightly, "Follow me to the Right Prime Minister's Mansion."

The envoys hurriedly urged: "His Royal Highness, please think twice, the right minister of Ningguo seems to be reluctant to let Miss Zhou get close to you."

"What kind of woman do you want? Why do you have to look at the daughter of a prime minister from another country?"

They all saw Zhou Fang's performance that day.

Almost everyone else was eager to send their daughter to Yu Wenhao, but Zhou Fang avoided it. They even disdained a little prime minister's daughter.

Feng Xihe sighed slightly, and then, she stepped over and said politely: "His Royal Highness, Miss Zhou is the daughter of Lord Right Prime Minister after all, if you have not made up your mind to marry her, it is best not to go to her, but to marry her." Otherwise, she will only be caught between you and Mr. Right Prime Minister."

Hearing this, Yu Wenhao's footsteps stopped, his mind was in a trance for a while, and he felt that he was really irresponsible to Zhou Xinyan by directly visiting the door to disturb him.

Afterwards, he turned his head slowly, with a smile on his lips, "Princess Yu, do you still remember that I told you before that I wanted you to follow me back to China."

Feng Xihe was stunned, she thought it was his joke before, but he said it so seriously this time, maybe he really wanted her to go with him.

"His Royal Highness is joking." After a while, Feng Xi and Xu Xujing thanked Bumin, "I'm married to Lord Yu, and I don't want to leave him, and he won't agree to your proposal. So, this time, I can't talk to you. His Highness has gone to Huaguo."

"I can only have a chance in the future. The prince and I will visit Huaguo."

After hearing this, Yu Wenhao realized something, and then he said with a smile: "Princess Yu, don't be so sure, you may not be sure, in a few days, you will agree."

Feng Xihe raised her eyelashes slightly, but before she had time to ask him what he meant, he had already left.

But she was just slightly puzzled, and then, after bidding farewell to Xia Haiyan, she left Zuixianlou.

After a while, she and Qian Feifei will take Feng Qingyue to Nanhu Embroidery to select fabrics, and then invite tailors to come to the mansion to tailor a wedding dress for Feng Qingyue, as well as several sets of new clothes for the season.

Feng Xihe feels that Feng Qingyue has something on his mind recently, and it's not good to be bored in the room all the time. Moreover, Ruan Zhaoming always complains about Feng Qingyue when he has nothing to do, which makes Qingyue even more upset.

Therefore, today, she simply refused to let Xiu Zhuang deliver the cloth to her door, and simply took Feng Qingyue out, and walked around outside by the way.

At this time, there were several luxuriously decorated carriages standing in front of the door. Just from the appearance, it could be seen that they usually received the female relatives of some high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

In addition to the Shangyi Bureau in the palace, Nanhu Embroidery Village has the most skilled embroiderers in the country, and the fabrics used are all top-grade.

Most of the bright and beautiful clothes worn by noble women at banquets are from Nanhu Embroidery Village.

Feng Xihe and Qian Feifei came here more often, so they are familiar with this place.

When they got off the carriage, the staff in the embroidery village came to welcome them eagerly and led them in.

It was Feng Qingyue's first time here, so she couldn't help looking around curiously.

In the embroidery village, the sound of locomotive looms can be heard endlessly. Several embroiderers buried their heads and concentrated on doing embroidery work, with slender embroidery needles and colorful silk threads flying at their fingertips.

After leading them in, several assistants brought out several bolts of brightly colored cloth.

"Miss Feng, take a look, this is the moonlight brocade newly arrived in our embroidery shop a few days ago, and the patterns embroidered on it are also unprecedented."

Feng Xihe stretched out his hand to touch the cloth, only to feel that the touch of Yuehua brocade was softer than silk, but the patterns embroidered on it were not very conspicuous.

But the magic of Yuehua brocade is that when the dress made of it is worn, when the light is weak, the dress will emit a hazy brilliance, just like the moonlight flowing out.

"Qingyue, take a look, do you like it?"

After Feng Qingyue heard this, she stepped forward and looked at it a few times, but her eyes couldn't bear to leave the Yuehua Brocade.

"Wrap all these up and send them to Feng Guogong's mansion, and then send the ledger to Dongsheng Bank." Seeing her like this, Qian Feifei generously ordered the staff.

Just as Feng Xihe opened his lips, Qian Feifei patted her on the shoulder again, "Don't be polite to me, take this as my wedding present to Qingyue."

Feng Xihe just didn't refuse, and accepted her kindness.

Feng Qingyue watched expectantly as the man slowly wrapped the cloth for her, but heard a delicate voice behind her.

"This is the new Yuehua Brocade from Nanhu Embroidery Village, right?" A woman around sixteen years old, with slender eyebrows and eyes, wearing a pomegranate red dress, walked over excitedly with a maid, staring at the moon in the hands of the waiter. Look at Hua Jin.

This is Rong Yan, the daughter of Governor Rong, and the niece of Concubine Zhang De.

A few days ago, Rong Yan heard that the new Yuehua Brocade from Nanhu Embroidery Village would emit a moonlight-like brilliance in the night.She endured patiently for a few days, and when she learned that Xiu Niang would finish the work, she rushed over impatiently.

"I want all these moon brocades." Rong Yan didn't seem to notice that there were other people around her at all.

The buddy felt awkward all of a sudden, hesitating to speak.

At this time, the maid standing beside Rong Yan strode out and shouted to the man: "Didn't you see that my lady wants it? What are you still doing?"

This maidservant's voice was louder than that of a young lady like Rong Yan, which made the waiter tremble all over in fright.

Standing aside, Feng Xihe looked intently and was extremely surprised. This maid was none other than Zhao Ruyuan, the third miss of the Zhao family who was famous in the past.

Since the fall of the Zhao family, except for Zhao Zhen, all the male family members were exiled to the frontier, and the female family members were sent to the mansions of princes and nobles as slaves.

Unexpectedly, by coincidence, Zhao Ruyuan was sent to the Governor's Mansion and became Rong Yan's maid.

The clerk persuaded me with kind words, "Miss Rong, these Yuehua brocades already belong to Miss Feng Er."

"Why don't we wait until the next batch of Yuehua brocade comes, and then let our people send it to your mansion?"

"Someone wants it?" Rong Yan shifted her gaze to Feng Qingyue in doubt. She had never seen Feng Qingyue before, and she was thinking about who this Second Miss Feng was.

Zhao Ruyuan also looked over, and when she saw Feng Qingyue, she glanced around her body, and said coldly: "I think I am some noble daughter, but it turns out that I live in a corner of Feng Guogong's mansion, the forgotten Second Miss .”

"Did the aunt who gave birth to you commit some crimes and committed suicide? How did you come here with the cheek?"

Then, as if she had thought of something, she suddenly raised her tone and taunted, "I know, recently Ruan Shangshu is going to marry you to Lin Bohou to fill in the house. You come to Nanhu Embroidery Village to choose cloth for wedding dress?"

When Feng Qingyue heard this, her joyful mood had faded away. She lowered her head in frustration, and a bean-sized teardrop rolled out of her eyes.

Feng Xihe held Feng Qingyue's hand, stepped forward and smiled and said, "Miss Zhao, did I recognize the wrong person?"

"How come you, who once stretched out your clothes and opened your mouth to eat, are now reduced to someone else's dog, but you still can't change your dog's temperament of eating shit."

"Yeah, with your current status, you still dare to say Qingyue. Besides, since Miss Rong didn't order these moonlight brocades before, it is natural that we are first come, first served." Qian Feifei sneered, and gently comforted her , "Qingyue, ignore her."

After seeing Feng Xihe, Zhao Ruyuan felt a surge of hatred in her heart. If it weren't for Feng Xihe, she would not have lost her family and lost her life of luxury and wealth.

However, she couldn't deal with Feng Xihe for the time being, so she should deal with Feng Xihe and the people around her first.

Seeing Feng Qingyue like this now, let alone how happy she felt.

"Anyway, I'm serving our young lady now, so of course I want to think about our young lady." Zhao Ruyuan put her head next to Rong Yan's ear, and said in a low voice, "Miss, don't be subdued. Your favorite concubine has robbed you of your beloved, and if it gets out, she will think you are easy to bully."

Rong Yan was right when she thought about it, no one can grab what she can't get.

So, she ordered the clerk of Xiuzhuang sharply, "Yuehuajin, this lady is going to order today! Send this lady to the governor's mansion immediately, and this lady is willing to pay twice as much money as them!"

The clerk was very embarrassed, he hesitated and said: "Miss Rong, it's not about money..."

Qian Feifei looked at it leisurely, with a hint of sarcasm on her lips, "Hey, Miss Rong didn't even ask how much money we paid, so she hastily paid double the price. When did the Governor's Mansion be so lucrative?"

"Miss Rong, don't talk nonsense, otherwise it will reach His Majesty's ears, and I'm afraid the life of Governor Rong will be difficult."

Rong Yan's face turned pale, she tightly clenched the handkerchief in her hand, and Zhao Ruyuan handed over a pair of scissors in due course.

"I won't fight her, but let's destroy the Yuehua brocade head office." Rong Yan took the scissors excitedly, intending to twist all the Yuehua brocade into pieces.

However, just as she stretched out her hand, the scissors were snatched away.

With a "stab", the slit on Rong Yan's sleeve opened, exposing her snow-white arm.

She screamed, stared at Qian Feifei and asked, "Who are you? My father will not spare you."

"Okay, let your father pay off the debt owed to Dongsheng Bank first." Qian Feifei was not afraid at all.

Rong Yan was startled, and thought, could she be Miss Qian, Ji Shiliu's fiancée?
(End of this chapter)