Abandoned Women: The First Secret Service Concubine

Chapter 125 Premonition
The little maid kneeling on the left bit her lip, crawled over to pick up the whip, and held it in her hand, trembling all over.He only heard Murong Xi'er's shout from above his head: "What are you still doing in a daze? Or do you want to give her the whip?"

The little maid trembled, and hurriedly got up holding the whip. Looking at her companion who was still kneeling on the ground, she saw that the other party was already trembling like a sieve, so she raised her whip and whipped it down on her back viciously!

"Ah!" The little maid who was kneeling on the ground screamed miserably from the whip.

Murong Xi'er folded her hands and stood beside the pillar, her beautiful eyes were full of hostility: "Speak up! Louder!"

Everyone is a slut, trying to laugh at her for being short, dreaming!Sooner or later, she would find the embroiderer who made high heels, imprison her by her side from now on, and make high heels for her for the rest of her life!
The sound of the whip hitting the flesh, mixed with screams, echoed in Yongning Hall.Reflecting on Murong Xi'er's gorgeous face, it was indescribably awe-inspiring.

In Huangsha Town, Feng Yao didn't know all this.Sitting next to the small stone table in the yard, patiently chipping wood.

"Ma'am, what are these for?" Hua Lu moved a small stool and sat beside her, curiously looking at what Feng Yao cut off in her hand, which looked like a human arm.

Fengyao was on holiday today, and the three girls were basking in the sun in the yard, and playing with Xiaodoudou.At this moment, Huaxin walked over with Doudou in her arms, and asked, "Yes, what is Madam carving this for?"

On the small stone table, there was a woman's hand with soft lines and delicate carvings.Strangely, the wrist of this palm has a circle of threads.The other carving looks like a human arm, except that at the wrist, the middle is empty, but there are threads of thread upon touch.It is very suitable to stuff the palm in.

Feng Yao raised her eyes, watched them play with those things, and said with a smile: "Guess? Whoever guesses it right, next time I will pick something delicious for her first."

"It's a puppet!" Hua Lu jumped up first, raised her hand and shouted, "Madam is going to be a puppet for practicing martial arts!"

"Half guessed right." Feng Yao said, "It's a puppet, but the purpose is not guessed right."

"Ah?" Hua Lu pouted in disappointment, squatted beside her and continued to think.

Hua Xin shook her head: "I can't guess it. The things Madam wants to use are always unimaginable." Turning her eyes, she smiled at the others and said, "However, I guess none of you can guess it."

Huaxin is not as delicious as Hualu, although Fengyao's bet is very tempting, but to her, it is more attractive than not having an embroidery sample.

"Mother, is it used to open the door to scare thieves?" In the corner, Doudou and Xiaobai chattered for a while, then ran over and said.

Feng Yao laughed immediately, and touched his forehead: "It's not right."

After guessing twice, none of them got it right, and several people became unconvinced.But no matter how they guessed, they couldn't guess right.In the end, Hualu and the others were about to cry: "Ma'am, what are these for?"

While they were guessing, Feng Yao finished carving another arm and put it on the table.At this moment, the two arms and two palms have been carved, Feng Yao screwed them together, and saw that the threads were just right, she couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.Take both arms in your hands and gently rotate the threads to make various gestures with your palms.Either playful or ladylike, it's all convenient.

This scene fell in the eyes of Hua Lu and the others, and they were extremely surprised.

"Ma'am, tell us, we are all going to die!" Hua Lu Yang said.

A cunning flashed in Feng Yao's eyes: "It's for you to use, to tell you to walk less."

"Ah?" Several people looked at each other in pairs, none of them understood.But they pestered Feng Yao to ask again, but Feng Yao refused to speak, she was very curious.

In the end, Feng Yao still couldn't bear to see them suffer, and said kindly: "In two days, you will know."

"It's like I didn't say it." Hua Lu pouted, quietly and honestly.

Feng Yao was very proud, and said with a smile: "Okay. From tomorrow on, you don't have to stay at home every day to embroider. I will give you a new task. Each of you will put on a set of trains and go for a walk on the cloth art street. Playing. If someone asks where you sell your clothes, you should say Fengxu Pavilion."

"But, ma'am, our cloth shop hasn't opened yet?" After hearing this, Hua Xin frowned and asked puzzledly, "If they ask where Fengxu Pavilion is, what should we say?"

"Tell them to look for it." Feng Yao raised her lips and smiled mysteriously.

Huaxin and Hualu looked at each other, both a little puzzled.But just listening to Feng Yao's words, she knew in her heart that Feng Yao must have her own intentions, so she nodded: "Okay."

Hua Rui said: "Ma'am, just ask Huaxin and Hualu to go, I'd better embroider shoes at home?"

"Alright." Feng Yao thought for a while, then nodded in agreement.

Standing beside her, Huarui watched Feng Yao begin to cut another piece of wood, and suddenly said, "Madam, did you do this to promote our clothes?"

"Oh?" Hearing this, Feng Yao couldn't help being a little surprised, and stopped her movements, "What do you think?"

Huarui shook her head: "What Madam made must be related to what we are going to do next. But I don't know what it will be used for."

Feng Yao patted the small stone bench beside her: "Sit." Unexpectedly, the stamen was such a good seedling.Sensitive, clear, really rare natural good roots.He didn't hide it anymore, and began to teach a little bit: "I just said that this thing is to save you from walking a little bit."

Fengyao's plan is to ask Sanhua sisters to walk around the cloth art street in Quju, so that others will see and admire her.Afterwards, they will inevitably look for Fengxu Pavilion all over the street. Everyone will inquire and inquire, and the reputation of Fengxu Pavilion will come out.

After a few days, Wen Renyu sold the shop next door to Wuyoufang, and Fengxu Pavilion could be opened.Hua Xin and others are embroiderers, and the most important task is to do embroidery work, not to promote.Therefore, Fengyao can dress the models in curvy trains and place them at the door to attract the passing crowd.

That's right, what Feng Yao is carving is the most common human model in the previous life, but it has never appeared in this era.Fengyao has made these joints very flexible, and can pose in various poses, both anthropomorphic and figurative.

Moreover, Fengyao is not afraid of others imitating—it takes time to imitate, and when everyone knows that the first humanoid model appears in Fengxu Pavilion, the name of Fengxu Pavilion will be passed on from word to mouth and will be engraved in their hearts.

After listening to Feng Yao's explanation, Huarui's eyes widened and her mouth opened wide: "Madam, you, this..."

At this moment, the excitement in Huarui's heart was beyond words.She had a vague feeling that Feng Yao was not inferior to Yu Wuyou!Yu Wuyou, who was once regarded as a god by her, is no longer the only existence in her heart at this moment.Gradually, she came to a little understanding. When she first saw Feng Yao, why did she have a premonition that her fate would be overturned in the future!In the small courtyard, there was silence, even the autumn insects had fallen asleep, only the night wind blowing through the eaves, making a humming sound.The windows of several rooms were all darkened one after another, but in the main room, the light from the windows was still shining with soft lights.

In the bedroom, Feng Yao stood by the bed, bent down and pulled up the quilt, covering Doudou who was fast asleep.Then he lowered the curtain lightly and quietly walked out.

It took Feng Yao all afternoon to make the structure of the human model, and only half of it was done.This speed is not acceptable, Feng Yao thought in her heart.However, even though he was in a hurry, he had no other choice but to stay up late and add more time to shorten the time as much as possible.

So, Feng Yao sat in the main room, holding the dagger in one hand and the wood in the other, and began to carve other parts.

There is no plastic here, and there are no other light and strong items, otherwise Feng Yao would not have to work so hard on wood.Accidentally, a wooden thorn was stuck into the flesh, Feng Yao let out a "hiss", gasped, put down the dagger, and pulled out the wooden thorn that was stuck in the belly of the finger.

Suddenly, a large bright red drop of blood gushed out from the belly of the finger.Feng Yao took out the handkerchief, wrapped it around her fingertips, looked at the unfinished woodwork, and shook her head in pity.Everything is difficult at the beginning. In the ancient times when there was a serious lack of creativity and daily necessities, it was difficult to do something innovative.

After her fingers stopped bleeding, Feng Yao picked up the dagger again and began to carve again.

Feng Yao once thought about asking Wuji to send a message to Murong Yu and send two reliable carpenters to help her or replace her work.With Murong Yu's status, I believe these are not difficult problems for him.Moreover, according to Murong Yu's past performance, if she proposes, he should not refuse.

However, Feng Yao didn't want to trouble him.If it is a friend or relative, Feng Yao can put forward the need very straightforwardly, and ask them to help quickly without any psychological burden.And if it is a pure interest relationship, you can have no scruples.

But Murong Yu can't do it.

He is Doudou's father, and his attitude towards her is also somewhat abnormal.Feng Yao is not a fool, nor is she a wooden person, she can feel it.From Murong Yu giving jewelry, teaching her inner skills, and the attitude he showed inadvertently or deliberately, all showed that he wanted to get back together.

If Feng Yao owed him, it would not be an interest that can be measured by money, but the most difficult emotional entanglement to get rid of.This is Fengyao's big taboo, so no matter how difficult it is, as long as you can not let him help, you will not let him help.

Behind the door curtain, in the bedroom, Doudou turned over and didn't grab Feng Yao's sleeve, opened her eyes involuntarily, and sat up slowly.The light was on in the room, but it was not dark. Doudou looked around, lifted the quilt and climbed out of bed, and walked towards the door with bare feet.

In the main room, Feng Yao was sitting on a chair, holding a piece of wood and a dagger in her hands, and was concentrating on carving wooden pieces.Doudou hid behind the door, blinking her big black eyes for a while without making a sound.Turned around, climbed back to the bed, lay down in the bed, covered himself with a small quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Feng Yao was busy till midnight before she finished carving a whole set of models.Putting down the dagger, he fastened the joints of the model's limbs together, and turned the screws again. Seeing that the effect was not bad, he finally showed a smile.

At this time, Fangcai felt that his eyes were sore and unbearable, so he quickly disassembled the model, put it away carefully, and then turned on the lamp and went into the room to lie down.

The next day, the weather was a bit gloomy, not as usual, and the light shone into the house early.

Feng Yao woke up as usual, only to see that the light in the room was dim, she turned her head to look out the window, it was gray and it seemed to be raining.

Feng Yao put on her clothes and got out of bed, and went to the yard to fight.Since moving to this courtyard, Feng Yao still insists on boxing every day.Although there are a lot of people added to the family, sometimes Mrs. Chen wakes up early, and sometimes Sanhua gets up to go to the toilet, which is not very convenient.But after Feng Yao hesitated for a while, she still insisted on punching.

In particular, after being surrounded by six masked men sent by Nangong Wuqing that day, it made her even more vigilant - if she had no martial arts, or was not good at martial arts, and was tied up and killed, How to restore it?

While beating and beating, I suddenly realized something in my heart, and immediately shouted: "Dragonfly, come out!"

(End of this chapter)