Abandoned Women: The First Secret Service Concubine

Chapter 126 Stepfather
After the voice fell, a figure came out from the west wing room.The gentlemanly, fair, and handsome young man walked up to Feng Yao and asked, "What did Madam call me?"

"Practice a few tricks with me!" After finishing speaking, Feng Yao took the lead in kicking towards Dragonfly.

"Yes, ma'am." Dragonfly replied, leaning her body to avoid Fengyao's attack.

Fengyao took the initiative to attack, and Dragonfly responded passively. Although they didn't suffer, they didn't take advantage either.Gradually, Feng Yao frowned: "Don't be afraid of hurting me!" With a sharp blow from his men, he attacked Dragonfly's vitals.

Dragonfly's heart was shaken, and she no longer cared about being conservative, and confronted Feng Yao seriously.However, the more he fought, the more surprised the dragonfly became, Fengyao's kung fu was not inferior to him!

One has no reservations, and the other gradually throws out his family skills, and the more he fights, the more he devotes himself.Even Sanhua walked out of the house and stood by to watch, but she didn't have time to take care of it.

"Ma'am is amazing!" Hua Xin said in admiration when Feng Yao's kick left a half-finger-deep footprint on the wall.

Hua Lu was mostly afraid, hiding behind Hua Xin, only her head was exposed, and whispered: "Madam is really scary!"

Knowing how to cook delicious dishes, drawing beautiful clothes, designing exquisite high-heeled shoes, being beautifully born, and good at martial arts—he is simply perfect!
At this moment, Dragonfly, who was tied with Fengyao, was more than shocked by Fengyao.He is the young generation of Wuyoulou, Yunying with the most potential, why is Fengyao's kung fu not inferior to him?
"Stop!" Feng Yao, who already had some experience in applying inspiration to actual combat, was the first to call for a truce.Withdrawing his hand, he kicked his feet and came to the steps three steps away. He nodded to Longfly: "Thank you for your hard work. Let's have an extra bowl for breakfast."

Dragonfly was forced to stop, still a little unfinished, looked at Fengyao, then at the other people standing in the yard, and finally said nothing, just nodded: "Yes, ma'am."

After the meal, Huaxin and Hualu put on the same style but different colors of embroidered skirts, with more than a dozen taels of silver from Fengyao in their sleeves, arm in arm, and went out happily.

Hua Rui went back to the house, picked up the embroidery samples, and continued to embroider Murong Xi'er's shoes.And Feng Yao continued to hold the dagger and began to cut the second model.

Doudou hugged Xiaobai, looked at Fengyao with big black eyes, then looked at the empty yard, blinked her big eyes, ran out of the house door, and went to the west wing.

Entering Wuji's door, turned his back and closed the door, then came to Wuji's face, raised his head and called, "Uncle Wuji."

Seeing the little guy acting mysteriously and closing the door, Wuji felt very strange: "Little master, what's the matter with you?"

"Uncle Wuji, I want to see Daddy." Doudou said seriously with her big black and white eyes open.

It turned out that he was missing the master, Wuji felt relieved, and replied: "Master has been very busy recently, little master waits for a while, and then I can see the master."

Doudou lowered her eyelids, and after a while, she suddenly raised her head. With her pink mouth, she uttered a sentence that almost made Wuji frightened: "Tell him, I don't recognize him as my father."

I can't play with him, and I can't help my mother, so what's the use of him?

"Little master, absolutely not!" Wuji was sweating from fright, and could no longer maintain his expressionless face. The astonishment on his face at this moment was like a wooden board that was smashed by someone's punch: "Little master, thousand It must not be like this, the master is busy, it is all because of you!"

Doudou bit her lip, took a step back, shook her head and said, "I don't believe it." He kept Feng Yao's words in mind, what his eyes see may not be true, and what his ears hear may not be true.He can't just listen to what others say, he has to see how others do it.

Now, he only sees his mother busy, but his father is nowhere to be seen.Uncle Wuji said that Dad was there for him and mother, but Doudou didn't believe it anyway.He looked at Wuji, and suddenly said something that made Wuji want to grab the ground with his head: "Uncle Wuji, you are not a good person."

Wuji looked at Doudou in astonishment, no matter how dull he was, he understood something: "Little master, who told you what?"

Doudou shook her head, took another two steps back, suddenly turned around and ignored him, opened the door and ran out.

Wuji looked at his back in astonishment, his head was full of confusion.He had a bad intuition, so he wrote a letter, handed it over to the little bird who delivered the letter, and sent it to Murong Yu.

The capital city, Prince Yu's Mansion.

"Princess Xi's people withdrew from me today." In the study, a tall and thin young man stood by the window sill, wearing a royal robe embroidered with boa constrictors and wearing white jade on his head. Crown, delicate but not dazzling.About seventeen or eighteen years old, with a fair face, looks gentle and delicate.

"Uncle Huang thinks that Princess Xi has given up?" The tall and thin young man was none other than the Third Prince Murong Ping.He rolled up his sleeves, bent over to face a pot of beautiful hibiscus, holding a water bottle in one hand and small scissors in the other, and repaired the flowers.

On the other side of the study, Murong Yu was sitting in a wheelchair, pushing the wheels, skillfully moved to the bookshelf, and took down a big book that was three fingers thick.Put it on your lap, and then pushed the wheelchair to the back of the table.Hearing what the third prince said, he replied in a cold voice: "Princess Xi has never been a stupid person."

"Uncle Huang thinks, what should I do?" Murong Ping stopped his movements, straightened his waist, and asked Murong Yu.

Murong Yu turned the pages of the book, sometimes pausing to think, and sometimes flipping quickly.After a long while, he closed the page and replied, "Arrange some people to scatter around the capital to confuse her sight."

Seeing that the plan arranged by Murong Yu was so labor-intensive, Murong Ping could not help but frown slightly.Why does the uncle think so highly of that embroidered lady?However, he came to this step mostly relying on Murong Yu's support, so he nodded and replied: "Yes, Uncle Huang."

Holding the scissors, Murong Ping cut off the only hibiscus in full bloom in the flower pot with a click.Then, looking at the few remaining flower buds of the same size, I put down the scissors with satisfaction.Flattening his cuffs, he turned around and said, "In that case, Ping'er will leave."

Murong Yu didn't raise his head, he wrote something quickly with a pen, and let Murong Ping turn around and leave.

Not long after, Wuhen walked in, holding a special letter paper in his hand: "Master, there is a letter from Wuhen."

"Oh?" Murong Yu raised his head and looked into Wuhen's hand: "Take it here."

He opened the letter paper, glanced at it, and couldn't help frowning slightly.He simply stood up from the wheelchair, took out the silver mask from the drawer, and tapped it on his face.I haven't seen them for some days, so I might as well take this opportunity to visit them.

Murong Yu put on the mask, changed his clothes, and left Prince Yu's Mansion to go outside the capital.I thought to myself, the last time I saw Doudou, Doudou was still so close to him.Why did he suddenly not recognize him as his father?

Did Feng Yao say something to him?
Feng Yao was cutting models in the yard, when suddenly her eyes dimmed, she couldn't help but raise her head.There was only one more person in front of him, with a long body, a faint fragrance, jade-like skin and a sharp chin exposed outside the silver mask.

"Why are you here?" Feng Yao asked in surprise.

Murong Yu said: "Take a look at you." His eyes moved and landed on the wood carving on the table, slightly surprised: "What is this?"

Facing the intimacy in his tone, Feng Yao pretended not to notice, lowered her head and held the dagger, and continued to cut it: "It's just a small thing."

Seeing that Feng Yao treated him indifferently, Murong Yu pondered in his heart.After a long while with no results, he asked, "Is there a lot going on recently? Is there any difficulty?"

"It's okay." Feng Yao finished a part, carefully placed it on the stone table next to her, bent down to pick up another piece of wood that had been roughly polished, raised her eyes and teased him: "Why, you still have Yuli help me?"

Murong Yu was speechless for a moment.After a while, he said: "The forces in Beijing and China are undercurrents and turbulent, and I really have no time to spare. However, if you have any difficulties, you can ask Wuji to send me a message, and I will try my best to arrange resources to help you."

"Thanks." Feng Yao lowered her head and cut the parts of the model, noncommittal.

There is a saying in the previous life that a man can live on, and a sow can climb a tree.Just listen to some words, whoever takes it to heart is a fool.

Feng Yao's neither warm nor indifferent attitude made Murong Yu feel a little uncomfortable.Walking to Feng Yao's side and sitting down, looking around the yard, he asked, "Where's Doudou?"

"In the room." Feng Yao replied without raising her head.

Murong Yu said "Oh", just when Feng Yao thought he would go into the house to find Doudou, he sat still on the stool without moving, "When are you going to appear in the princess' sight? "

"You can't stop it anymore?" Feng Yao stopped what she was doing, raised her head and asked.

Murong Yu clasped his fingers on the table, tapped it three times, and then slowly said: "You seem to have some opinions on me?"

Feng Yao was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled lightly: "Does it matter?"

Does she have any opinion on him, does it matter to him?
Murong Yu couldn't help but also fell silent.It didn't show up for a while, and the previous efforts seemed to be in vain.She doesn't trust him.

However, he did not regret it, calmed down, and said: "Princess Xi's interest in you is increasing day by day, and she is committed to finding you. Whenever you have other ideas, just tell me."

"Okay." Feng Yao nodded.

Murong Yu had been here for a while, but she still hadn't asked someone to serve him tea, so she couldn't help but feel that something was wrong, so she called inside: "Sister-in-law Chen, serve tea."

When the tea came, Murong Yu picked up the cup and took a sip.The slender white fingers lightly grip the wall of the cup, which is indescribably elegant and beautiful.

Feng Yao couldn't help but sighed, and pointed to the room: "Doudou is inside, you go and play with him." After a pause, she added: "He has missed you recently."

"Okay." Murong Yu put down the cup, got up and went into it.When he brushed past Feng Yao, he looked back at her.I saw her lowering her head and concentrating on carving wood. There were several wounds on the fingers of her left hand, and her fingers shrunk involuntarily.

Inside the room, Doudou hugged the little fox and lay on the table, watching Murong Yu and Feng Yao talking.Seeing Murong Yu walking into the room, he climbed down from the table with the little fox in his arms, and ran to the bed in a hurry, pretending to be playing on the bed all the time.

"Doudou." Murong Yu walked into the bedroom and called out to the little figure on the bed.

Doudou heard the sound, stood up, and called out in a soft voice: "Uncle Mask."

Murong Yu's footsteps paused, remembering that in Wuji's letter to him, Doudou didn't want to recognize him as his father.He thought for a while, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, took Doudou and hugged her on his lap, and said, "Doudou, call him Daddy."

(End of this chapter)