Illegitimate Daughter to Be Noble Consort

The next day, Leng Feishuang woke up very early. She had clearly been in meditation the night before, but she didn't even know when she had fallen asleep.

She sat down in front of the mirror and looked at herself, frowning. Eh, why was her cheeks so red, and why was her cheeks so chipped, as if she had been pinched by someone, but after thinking about it, she couldn't do it. As long as there was any aura of a stranger, she would feel it, and besides, who would be so bored to take advantage of her sleeping to pinch her face?

At this time, far away at the Jia Lan Immortal Mountain, Di Wuxiang was giving orders to Zhui Feng when she suddenly sneezed. The corner of her mouth curled up. It seemed like she was the only one who dared to scold him.

Chasing Wind was very confused. What was wrong with the Holy Lord? Was there anything good that could cause him to laugh? But that wasn't right either. To his knowledge, there was nothing in this world that could make the Holy Lord laugh.

"Chasing Wind, go down and make some preparations. This time, the Jia Lan Country will also recruit inner disciples." Di Wuxiang left this sentence and then disappeared.

Zhui Feng's mouth was wide open. He didn't hear wrong, didn't he? Honorable Lord, if we were to go and recruit inner disciples, wouldn't we have sent two of their four protectors? Why would we want to go personally? He couldn't think of anything.

Leng Feishuang smeared some ointment on his face, and very quickly, those red pieces disappeared, and his face returned to its original whiteness.

Standing in the courtyard, Leng Feishuang gathered everyone together. At this moment, Xue Qi walked over as well, and Leng Feishuang looked at him with slight surprise. Was this really Xue Qi? He had changed his hair style and shaved his beard, making him seem like a completely different person.

Towards the current Xue Qi, Leng Feishuang only wanted to say two words. 'Very handsome,' and one that was filled with masculinity. No wonder that Xue Keke wanted to marry him no matter what.

When the six servant girls saw Xue Qi, they shyly lowered their heads. They had never seen such a handsome man before.

Leng Feishuang looked at the crowd below and said, "Today, I want to introduce you to someone. He's Xue Qi, your future training instructor." Leng Feishuang pointed at Xue Qi and said.

The lass below began to lose her composure. What? This young master had come to train them?

"In the future, you guys can call him Instructor Xue. You have to treat him with the same respect as I do. Do you hear me?" Leng Fei's voice was loud and clear.

"I heard you clearly." The people below replied in unison.

"Alright, then let the training begin. You can go and change your clothes." Leng Feishuang said.

The eleven of them quickly changed into dark blue tight clothing, and Leng Fei gave Xue Qi a piece of paper. "Big Brother Xue, this is the content of the morning exercise. You can decide on it in the afternoon."

Xue Qi received it and looked at it. He raised his eyebrows. There were some basic physical training on it, and it was very special. At least, it was his first time seeing it.

After handing over the maidservants to Xue Qi, Leng Feishuang left the room. Originally, she had planned to look for Wu Si and Xue Qi together, but now it seemed that Xue Qi alone was enough.

In the commoner district in the west of the city, Leng Feishuang was walking on a narrow street. There were many people lying on both sides of the street.

At this moment, a child's cry sounded out in front of them. "Grandmother, please wake up. Don't leave Little Yu. Wuwu ~ ~ ~

Leng Fei walked over with quick steps. It was a young boy dressed in rags. At this moment, he was crying while lying on top of a white-haired old man dressed in rags.

Leng Feishuang squatted down to look at the old man. He was afraid that the old man might have caught a cold and had been without treatment the entire time. He was also in a hungry state for a long time, so it was not strange for his condition to worsen.

"Little friend, can you let big sister see your grandma?" Leng Fei asked gently.

The child wiped away his tears before slowly getting up. His eyes stared unblinkingly at Leng Fei's beautiful sister.

Leng Fei's fingers probed the old man's pulse. After a moment, he retracted his hand, took out some silver from his space ring and handed it to the child, "How about buying some steamed buns now? Your grandma will wake up when you come back."

Seeing the little boy run away, Leng Fei took out a porcelain bottle and poured out a green pill for the old man to feed to him. He circulated his Essence to speed up the melting of the pill.

Sure enough, after a while, the old man slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and then fixed his gaze on Leng Fei's face.

At this moment, the little boy ran over with an oilskin package in his hands. As expected, his grandma woke up. "Grandmother!" The little boy threw himself into the old man's arms.

The old man held the child tightly, tears streaming down his face. A moment later, he let go of his grandson. "Come, thank you sister!"

The little boy knelt on the ground and kowtowed with all his might, "Thank you big sister."

Leng Fei frowned, she did not like this, pulling the little boy up, and said in a stern voice, "Men have gold under their knees, they can only kneel to the heavens, kneel to their parents, I will remember."

The little boy nodded dumbfoundedly. Leng Feishuang's expression finally eased up, "Hurry up and give it to your grandma to eat."

The little boy thought of something and squatted down to carefully open the oil paper. The fragrance of the steamed buns wafted into his nose, and the two of them swallowed their saliva.

Leng Feishuang frowned, leaving behind two gold taels before he left. No matter how rich a country was, these refugees would not decrease.