MTL - The Legend of the Ghost Concubine-Chapter 222 : Ziyun's mind
Feng Xiaoer saw a bowl of hot keel soup on the empty table. His eyes showed a hungry expression, and he secretly swallowed a slobber. At this moment, she missed the authentic pheasant and braised fish in Dongjiao Inn, and the hot steaming Fragrant chicken soup.
Feng Xiaoer feels that she will not go at this moment, she will starve to death if she does not die.
Don't go at this time, when will it be?
She didn't want to be the light bulb for the dogs and men.
Feng Xiaoer stood up and said to Xiaojiu whispered: "The prince, if there is nothing small, it will be retired first, and will not disturb the prince's meal."
The dragon nine was cold and nodded slightly. I was slightly dissatisfied with the appearance of Ziyun.
The good mood that was originally left alone with Feng Xiaoer disappeared.
Long Jiuwu feels inexplicable.
Ziyun said: "Wang Ye, Ziyun see you have been reading books recently, giving you a keel soup, you can eyesight, drink your body is good, Wang Ye is hot," said leaning over to pick up the soup Hey, I saw the ring next to the soup, my eyes flashed through the light, and my hands pressed slightly to push the tray under the soup. The pallet knocked down the platform. Feng Xiaoer’s body squatted on the empty table. Before he even had time to step on it, the ink from the swaying swaying on her body instantly smeared the pure white clothes. Feng Xiao’s child was afraid that the collapse would fall and break. I had to lower my head and reach for it. As a result, the whole hand was black.
"Ah... this, really, blame me, Missy is all right?" Ziyun is going to put down the soup in his hand and come over to help Feng Xiaoer clean up the mess.
Feng Xiaoer looked at the black little hand and the white dress with a black ink stain. He felt unlucky, and his small face wrinkled into a ball, like a black widow who was stolen. I am not wronged.
People are unlucky to grind an ink like this... Hey, suffocating, God is going to put her to death.
Feng Yan’s biting lip, and raising his head, stopped the purple cloud and said: “Why can I blame the side of the cloud? It’s my own bad luck.”
Feng Xiaoer said that he stretched out his clean hand and took out the Jinpa, and wiped the stain on the empty table with ink. He said to Ziyun: "That, the side of the cloud, you can help the prince to re-grind again." Ink
He said to Long Jiu: "Wang Ye, the little retreat"
Feng Xiaoer didn't want to stay here for a moment. As long as there is a purple cloud, there will be no good things.
Long Jiu looked at Feng Xiaoer's dark little hand and the little face covered with ink. It was very embarrassing, but it was lovable and lovely, and it easily evoked his compassion.
The dragon nodded, and Feng Xiaoer lifted the skirt and fled.
After Feng Xiaoer left, Ziyun took the soup and handed it to Longjiu.
Long Jiu did not pick up the soup, but stared at the purple cloud with a sharp gaze, to see through the purple clouds.
Ziyun hangs his eyebrows, but he is not a master.
Although the master is indifferent, everything is very transparent.
Ziyun does not intend to argue, whispered: "I know that this is not bright, I just want to take a sigh of relief for the Lord."
Didn't the master say that Feng Xiaoer would regret to marry into the Nine Kings? Isn't it necessary to punish Feng Xiaoer? Now question her like this because of the distressed phoenix?
Ziyun lowered his head and the bonfire in his heart began to burn again.
Long Jiu is next to the thin lips. It’s hard to cover your heart. He did not know that this anger came from his unclear behavior or the anger of Feng Xiaoer.
Half a moment, the dragon nine pressed the heart of the violent, cold and said: "Do yourself, do it, punish the phoenix, I have their own ideas, do not worry about you"
Ziyun nodded, and his mood fell to the bottom.
"Go on," Long Jiu said with a cold and alienated voice. He never looked at Ziyun and looked down on his medical book.
The faint three words of Long Jiu gave Ziyun a head. Ziyun’s arrogant self-esteem was frustrated and he lowered his head. The voice has a slight grievance, saying: "Yemen remember to drink this soup, good for the good health," said the stunned retreat.
Long Jiu looked up at the back of Ziyun, and he had doubts. Ziyun had never been such a boring person before. Why was it so harsh on Feng Xiaoer?
In the bamboo garden, Long Jiu knew that Ziyun had played a small trick on Feng Xiaoer, which would cause Feng Xiaoer to fall. Although there is no careful eye catching the purple cloud. However, the confusion and success of Ziyun’s eyebrows fell into the eyes of Long Jiu.
Long Jiu looked at the empty table on the side and was knocked over by the platform where there was no ink. Then look at the soup next to the ring. I remembered that Fang Caifeng’s child was still sitting beside him, and he gave me a picture of the ink. The rare good mood disappeared with the departure of Feng Xiaoer.
At this moment, my heart is empty.
Dragon Nine does not see a word. Depressed bowed his head.
The mood can never be calmed down. A little irritated.
Damn it.
For a long time, Long Jiu still could not resist the contradiction in his heart, closed the medical book, stood up and went out.
Feng Xiaoer returned to the laundry room, and the small potatoes brought her clothes from the prime minister's house. I saw the phoenix in a dirty body, and remembered the rumors heard outside, red eyes.
Feng Xiaoer patted the clothes of the little potatoes, and did not want to say anything more. I don't want the little potatoes to follow her and suffer. I said, "Potato, I am not a king, but a little laundry girl. You still go back to the prime minister..."
Feng Xiaoer hasn't finished yet, and the little potato looks at Feng Xiaoer with a firm look. The tone is irony: "The slave said that if you want to be a victim with the lady, even if the lady is abandoning the slave, the slave will never abandon the lady."
Feng Xiaoer knows the loyalty of the little potatoes and warms his heart. "I don't feel relieved to leave you alone in the prime minister's house, but now this situation will follow me, it will be a little harder."
The little potato remembered the rumors from the outside, and her heart was indignant and worried about her own lady.
Feng Xiaoer looked at the little potato and looked like a woman. Just like when she had just passed through, this girl was very eager to cut her heart. Feng Xiaoer licked the shoulder of a small potato and smiled and said: "Potato, Besides, what is wrong with your lady?"
The small potatoes are indignant: "There are those who have broken their mouths and don't know which three-eighth women are. They said that the night of the night of the house was taken to the laundry room by the ghost king. The generation of Tianchao Fengxian aunt was the laundry lady of the Nine Kings. The people of the Nine Kings are now talking about people outside. Some people still say that... Miss is a sneaky person, and at night it will scare people. Those people advertise, exaggerate their words, fall into the rocks, and say that the lady is worthless. I’m so angry.”
Feng Xiaoer didn't have much anger, knowing that people are awesome, why bother to affect their mood? Just my heart is wondering, how come so fast, her experience in the Nine Wangfu was spread out?
Feng Xiaoer’s patted the shoulders of the small potatoes and comforted: “The mouth grows on others, wash your clothes, let others say, don’t care.”
The most important thing is to live a happy life.
Little potatoes are very pleased that Feng Yuer can think of it so open, but it is still very distressing. Poorly said: "How is the fate of the lady so rough?"
Feng Xiaoer laughed and laughed, and quickly comforted the little potato: "Is this rough? Life is awkward, there is a lot of storms in the long road, in short, it will be fine if you can’t die, and you will be safe when you come."
