Abandoned Women: The First Secret Service Concubine

Chapter 68 A little embarrassing
A silver-gray figure, like the wind flowing in the darkness, stood up from the eaves at this moment, jumped on the toes a few times, and jumped tens of feet away, leaving Shen's residence in an instant.He tore off the cloth covering his face, revealing an ordinary face, dancing freely between the roof ridges, enjoying the indulgence and joy of the night wind passing over his body.

Not long after, a silver-gray figure landed in Yu Wang's mansion. While striding forward, he took off the silver-gray clothes on his body and put them on in turn, turning into the ordinary Wuhen again.

"Master, I'm back." Knocking on Murong Yu's bedroom door, Wuhen said.

Murong Yu's cold jade voice came from inside: "Come in." There was a hint of anger in his voice.

"I chopped off one of his fingers. He already knows that he is afraid, and he won't trouble her again in a short time." Wuhen said, and took out a small box from his arms, which contained a bloody piece. severed finger.

Murong Yu turned her head and said, "Put it away." Wuhen is good everywhere, but there is such a problem that every time he does a task, he will definitely leave a souvenir and keep it as a treasure.

Wuhen didn't take it seriously, and hid the amputated finger in the box as if it were a treasure, and put it in his arms: "I'm back."

"En." Murong Yu nodded, pushed the wheelchair to the side of the bed, supported his body with two arms, first moved his upper body on the bed, and then moved his legs up little by little with difficulty.After doing all of this, there was a touch of blood on his pale face.With black hair, black pupils, fair skin and red lips, she looks extraordinarily enchanting.However, in those pitch-black eyes, there was a cold light as sharp as a blade.

Feng Yao didn't know that the situation in Beijing was turbulent.Still working as usual, getting up early, punching and cooking.

However, after breakfast, Feng Yao's eyes flashed joy.Four or five days have passed since the day of pickling preserved eggs, and it should have been pickled.Carefully carried it into the yard, intending to take it apart to see how it is.

The paste on the egg skin has almost dried, and there is only a slight dampness.This is just right, you don't need to put it aside to marinate, you just need to dry it.Feng Yao went into the house and found a big basket, put preserved eggs in it, and spread it out to dry.Just wait until the shell is completely dry, peel and cook to see if it's marinated.

There are ten chicken eggs and ten duck eggs, and a total of twenty preserved eggs have been marinated. Looking at these twenty preserved eggs, Feng Yao's heart is full of anticipation.It's a pity that the salted eggs have to be marinated for more than a month before they can be eaten, which makes my heart full of joy feel a little pity.

Doudou looked at the lumps of things wrapped in mud and was very curious: "Mother, what is this?"

"It's delicious." Feng Yao replied.

"Ah?" Doudou opened her mouth wide in surprise, ran over with the little fox in her arms, squatted down and looked at the mud ball lying quietly in the big basket, she couldn't believe it: "Mother, can this really be eaten? "

"Doudou, at noon today, my mother will teach you a truth, that is to judge whether something is good or bad, you can't just look at the appearance." Feng Yao stood up with a smile, and saw Doudou's face full of curiosity, and the baby in his arms The little fox also rolled his eyes, and nodded on the little fox's nose: "You little guy, do you think I'm talking big?"

"Squeak." The little fox rolled its black eyeballs.

Feng Yao couldn't help laughing and said: "Then let you all have a look." After speaking, she turned her gaze to the big willow tree outside the yard.Although Wuji looks very indifferent, he is a foodie himself. Although he didn't realize it, Feng Yao has clearly seen it through these two times.

I don't know if Songhuadan can tempt Wuji and teach her inner strength?Feng Yao thought about it in her mind.

"Big sister?" At this moment, a gentle and shy voice came from outside the yard.

Feng Yao turned her head to look, and saw Song Qingqing walking towards the courtyard with a sewing basket again.

This girl, has she come here too often recently?Feng Yao frowned slightly, looked at Song Qingqing calmly, and said, "Qingqing is here again?"

"Did big sister dislike me?" Song Qingqing stood still, lowered her eyes slightly, and said apologetically, "I also know that I have come here more often recently. However, I have been a little uncomfortable with people coming and going at home recently. Also, I have been doing a lot of embroidery recently, and only my elder sister can teach me what I don’t know. After all, in this village, it is the elder sister who is good at needlework.”

Feng Yao said indifferently: "That's all I know, I'll teach you what I should teach you." After a pause, she continued: "I don't hate you for coming, but I also have a lot of things to do, so I can't be here. stay with you at home."

"Big sister is going to be busy?" Song Qingqing raised her head and said in surprise: "Big sister hasn't been in the field recently, the field is already a piece of weeds, and this year's harvest is considered useless, why is there anything else to be busy?"

Unlike the Feng family, Feng Yao's mind is always on hunting, picking game, selling recipes, etc., and has never been in the field.Firstly, tidying up the fields does not bring good income, far inferior to her selling cookbooks; secondly, working too hard under the scorching sun makes her skin dark and rough, and her hands are too rough to look at directly.

Fengyao loves beauty, and she can't bear hands with thick joints and black mud hidden in the nails all the time.As a result, she almost abandoned everything in the field, and even though the weeds had grown to her knees, she never thought about removing the weeds.There are some reasons for Song Qingqing's question.

"People always have to do things when they are alive. If I don't work in the fields, I will go to work elsewhere. Otherwise, where will I get my food and use?" Feng Yao said lightly.

Where are they all from?Didn't it come from that rich young man?Song Qingqing thought to herself, lowered her head and said, "Since big sister doesn't have time, I won't bother you." When she was about to leave, she suddenly turned around, looked at Feng Yao and said, "Is big sister going into the mountains again? ? Still with Doudou?"

Feng Yao raised her eyebrows, this girl always comes home, what is she trying to do?However, she didn't have the patience to think about it, so she nodded and said: "Yes, there are many interesting things on the mountain, Doudou likes it very much."

Hearing this, Song Qingqing sighed, as if after some struggles, she said: "Big sister, you are a woman who always runs to the deep mountains and old forests, why is it a bit outrageous. Besides, Doudou is so small, if there is someone What should I do anyway?"

Feng Yao raised her eyebrows.

Song Qingqing said again: "Big sister, you are a good person and a capable woman, don't you plan to remarry?"

"You don't need to worry about these things." Feng Yao's face was a little cold, she was emotional and reasonable, and it was not her turn to worry about such things as an unmarried young girl: "I'm going out, you go back first. "

Song Qingqing pursed her lips, as if a little embarrassed, turned her head several times, and finally left reluctantly.

"Mother, does my aunt like our house very much?" Doudou asked with her head raised.

Feng Yao touched his head: "What do you think?"

Doudou replied: "Auntie often comes to our house recently."

Even Doudou found out, which shows that Song Qingqing did come a little more diligently.But, what was she thinking about?Say one sentence and hide three sentences. Fengyao doesn't like such a deep-minded girl, so she doesn't want to. She said to Doudou: "Mother will go to the mountain in a while, and buy some wild game to eat. Do you want Doudou to go?"

"Good!" Doudou said happily.

So, Fengyao carried the small basket on her back and went into the mountain together with Doudou.Not long after the two left, a gorgeous carriage came up the path leading to the gate of the courtyard.Sitting in front was a young man wearing a purple satin shirt, with a black belt embroidered with gold embroidered around his waist. He was handsome and unrestrained, with an unusual posture.

Song Qingqing, who was walking back with a sewing basket, happened to see this scene, and couldn't help but stop, staring at it bewilderedly.It wasn't until the carriage passed in front of him and drove away that he suddenly came back to his senses.

Song Qingqing licked her temples, looked down at the clothes on her body, stretched out her hands to smooth out every wrinkle, and walked back with her head held high.When he came to the front of Fengyao's house, he lowered his head slightly, made a shy and elegant expression, and then stepped into the yard.

"Hey? You are?" Song Qingqing walked into the yard and looked at the man who turned around, but saw his eyebrows slanted into his temples, his dark brown eyes seemed to always contain a smile, and the moment they met, his cheeks were flushed stand up.

"I'm here to find my sister, isn't she at home?" Su Xingyan asked with a smile.

Song Qingqing's heart jumped up, and she stared at Su Xingyan bewilderedly.It was not in vain that she had the cheek to come to Feng Yao's house every day, and finally she saw this young master.Before, I always heard Matchmaker Chen tell me how handsome this son is, but Song Qingqing couldn't imagine it.When I saw her now, my heart just didn't listen to the command, and jumped up and down.

"Girl? Why do you always stare at me? Could it be that I have flowers growing on my face?" Su Xingyan said with a smile.For Song Qingqing's actions, it's not surprising that he was born with a good appearance, and I don't know how many girls blush when they see him since he was a child.

After being woken up by Su Xingyan, Song Qingqing was a little embarrassed, lowered her head and hugged the sewing basket tightly, and said, "Feng is my eldest sister, she has gone to the mountain now."

"Oh, I've entered the mountain." Su Xingyan nodded, not surprised by this answer, in his impression, Fengmeizi is very hardworking.However, the pity in my heart deepened.His sister is so pitiful and admirable.

Seeing that Su Xingyan stopped talking, Song Qingqing asked again: "I don't know who the young master is?"

"I'm Fengmeizi's elder brother." Su Xingyan said, a little curious, "Why don't you know?" I thought he made such a gorgeous appearance last time, and gave Chen Matchmaker three taels of silver. Now his reputation It should be loud, right?What's more, it hasn't been long, could it be that he has been forgotten?Song Qingqing's reaction somewhat hurt Young Master Su's confidence in his charm.

Song Qingqing felt that there was a burning flame hidden in his eyes, which made her unable to look directly at it, so she lowered her head and said, "I know it, but I've never seen it before, so I'm asking this question."

Eyeballs rolled slightly, and a thought rose in his heart.Lifting his face, he said sincerely: "It will take a long time for my elder sister to enter the mountain, and I guess she will not be able to return until noon. Why don't you come to my house and have a rest, and wait for elder sister to come back?"

Su Xingyan smiled and said: "I'll wait for her here." After finishing speaking, he ignored Song Qingqing and strode towards the carriage.With a step on his long legs, he opened the curtain and sat in.

Song Qingqing was left in the yard, her face turned pale.

(End of this chapter)