Chapter 8

"This envoy is the spiritual beauty of heaven and earth, formed by gathering the spiritual energy of the sun and the moon. How can ordinary people like you compare to it?"

That voice seemed to linger around him.

Feng Qingjiu felt uncomfortable in every part of her body, even the injured part of her arm seemed to be recovering at an astonishing speed.

It really is amazing!

As her body warmed up, she slowly returned to the ground from mid-air. The "water flow" suddenly retracted, and it became the phantom human figure again, still "standing" in front of her.

"Have you seen it?"

It sounded rather proud.

Liu raised her eyebrows, Feng Qingjiu looked at him, "You're so powerful, why don't you change yourself?"

Water flow: "..."

Suddenly it hit the sky three feet straight, and then slapped it heavily on the lake. The strong wind whipped up the waves and wet her all over.

Feng Qingjiu wiped the water from his face, "What do you say is beautiful in the world, if you are exposed, you will turn your face, the aura of the sun and the moon is just enough."

She guessed right.

Although I don't know what this "water flow" is, it should not be fully cultivated, otherwise, why would I talk so much nonsense with her here.

But it is indeed helpful to her body.

The figure of "water flow" disappeared on the surface of the lake, and it soon returned to be like an ancient mirror, calm without any ripples, and the mist rose up curlingly, and then it was impossible to see anything clearly.

"Jiuer, Jiuer."

Someone was calling her, Feng Qingjiu woke up abruptly, with almost no thought in her mind, she grabbed the person's lifeline.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts—"

Hearing the pain, she woke up suddenly, opened her eyes to see the person in front of her, and let go of her hand in a hurry, "Mother, why did you come in?"

"I heard you're back. I haven't seen you for a long time, so I came to look for you." Ye Wanhua grinned in pain, and shook her slender hands and said, "Jiu'er, why did you just sit here and fall asleep? Why is your clothes wet too? "

When she asked, Feng Qingjiu realized that the clothes on her body were all wet, not only that, even her hair was also wet, and when she raised her hand to touch it, her face was also wet.

From this point of view, everything just now was really not a dream.

"Jiu'er, are you alright?"

Ye Wanhua asked worriedly. She always felt that her daughter was acting strange after she came back this time. I couldn't tell why, but it was different.

"It's okay." She shook her head and got up, and glanced at the wrist that Ye Wanhua was caressing, the obvious red finger marks, "Mother, don't touch me when I fall asleep from now on."

When she was an agent in her previous life, she developed the habit of being on alert even while she was sleeping. At this time, if someone came close, she would fight back without thinking to protect herself.

However, it is also easy to accidentally hurt people.

Ye Wanhua didn't ask any more questions, but nodded, "Oh."

The pinch just now not only hurt, but also shocked me a lot, and I'm still in shock right now.

"Jiu'er, what did the Empress Dowager say when she summoned you? Did she make things difficult for you?"

Ever since she left, I have been worried about her, and always feel uneasy and uneasy. Although I still call the Empress Dowager "Auntie" at any rate, I am afraid of her old man, and I have never been able to get close to her. something like that.

"No."

Facing this timid mother, she didn't want to talk about retiring the engagement for the time being, so as not to scare her.What's more, the Empress Dowager hasn't decided yet.

"That's good."

Slightly relieved, Ye Wanhua turned around to get her clothes, and exhorted, "Jiu'er, quickly change the wet clothes on your body, or you will catch a cold. Fortunately, your father went to the Yunyang Palace, otherwise, what happened before, ah ..."

She was frightened, took two steps back, almost fell, covered her lips with one hand, and pointed to the copper basin on the table with one hand, "Blood...why is there so much blood, Jiuer, you, are you injured?"

Feng Qingjiu had a headache, forgot that the basin of blood was still in the room, so she raised her head and said calmly, "It's okay, just a little nosebleed, it's gone."

"Nosebleed? It's fine, how could you have a nosebleed?" After saying this, Ye Wanhua became even more nervous, busy looking at her, "Let mother see if you were hurt when your father punished you just now?"

"It's really okay." She was helpless, and excessive concern was also a burden, "Do you think I'm alright?"

After pouring blood into a potted plant under the eaves of the corridor, she put down the pot and opened her arms to show that she was really fine.

"It seems, it's all right."

Frowning, she looked up and down, but Ye Wanhua's brows became tighter and tighter, "Jiu'er, why do you think...you seem to have lost weight?"

Feng Qingjiu took a look at her arms and lower abdomen, not only was she thin, but even her skin had undergone fundamental changes.

Not only is the arm not as thick as before, but it has become smaller by two circles, and even those frightening bloodshots are gone.

The skin is clean and fair, although it is not delicate, but it is really different from before.

"Maybe I was too tired yesterday, so I lost weight." She made up a reason casually, guessing in her heart, it should be the credit of the "water flow".

The poisonous blood released from the acupoints of my own silver needles only played the role of detoxification, and it took a lot of effort to recuperate, but I didn't expect that after sleeping, the breath was several times stronger than before, that kind of physical emptiness The feeling of force is not so serious.

"By the way, yesterday you told her that you..."

Speaking of yesterday, Ye Wanhua recalled her worries, "Jiu'er, could there be some misunderstanding? After all, you are sisters, and Qingyu is young, how could..."

"Birth sister?" Feng Qingjiu sneered, "My biological mother is you, and her biological mother is Aunt Liu. What kind of sisters are she and I? Young? She is only two years younger than me, and so young Where to go. Besides, do you think that young people won't harm people's hearts?"

What he said left Ye Wanhua speechless.

"Can……"

"Mother, I know that you are kind, but kindness is by no means weak. You are the main wife, the first wife my father is marrying. These years, Aunt Liu has not only monopolized the power in the mansion, but also bullied me and insulted you. Are you serious about this? Don't count?"

"Jiu'er, I..."

"Because of your kindness, she is a concubine who dominates the mansion. Because of your weakness, all her children can bully us. What happened yesterday is the best lesson! To this day , do you still have any good hopes for them?"

She has been licking blood on the blade for so many years, and she is used to cruel and cold-blooded things. In fact, to her, Feng Qingyu's method is nothing, it is nothing more than an ordinary way of paying for murder, but to this elder For the soft-tempered mother who lived in a deep boudoir, it was a fatal blow.

Ye Wanhua's life went smoothly under the care of her parents until she married Feng Zhengze.

At first, there was also love and love, and the husband and wife followed each other, but later, nothing came out for many years.Coupled with the fact that her parents died of illness one after another, she lost a huge backer all of a sudden, and Feng Zhengze married a concubine to enter the house. For her who was proud and arrogant, it was a fatal blow.

The concubines had three daughters and one son successively. Including the second master of the Feng family, who was a side branch, and the children of Feng Zhengze's younger brother's family, the Feng family had a total of eight children.

Feng Qingjiu was conceived at this time.

Her arrival was both hope and joy for Ye Wanhua, but shame and disgust for Feng Zhengze and even the entire Feng family.

(End of this chapter)

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