Feng Lan stretched out her hand pitifully, today Xu specially wanted to come out to find trouble, she wore a pink dress, with that face, she became more and more pitiful, "My sister doesn't understand what my sister is saying, but can my sister let my sister go for the sake of my sister knowing that she is wrong?"

The soft and glutinous crying voice made Feng Qing's shallow scalp numb when he heard it.

Feng Qingqian looked at the hands, his originally fair skin was covered with hideous scratches.

Feng Qing looked at it indifferently, if Feng Lan endured it and didn't scratch it, it would be considered that the effect of the medicine had already passed.

But seeing such a pair of hands full of blood and red and swollen, Feng Qingqian couldn't feel any sympathy.

Seeing that Feng Qingqian had not spoken, the servants behind him began to speak again.

"Miss, Miss Fenglan knows that she is wrong, why do you bother to hold on to others. ”

"Yes, other people's so good-looking hands have already become like this, why is the eldest lady a little too much?"

Feng Qingqian felt that the other party might not think it was a bit excessive.

She smiled softly, so that she could look at everyone for a long time: "Are you kidding? Lan'er and I are sisters, why do you want to punish her?"

She stretched out her hand and held Feng Lan's pig's trotter-like hand, gently forced, Feng Lan was in pain and wanted to break away, but was held by Feng Qingqian, and couldn't move if she wanted to.

"Why do you think it's me doing this kind of thing to Lan'er?" Feng Qing's smile gradually brightened at the corner of his mouth, "I also like such a beautiful pair of little hands, why do you want to break them?"

Feng Lan turned her back to the minions, her face gradually became ugly with Feng Qingqian's words, she seemed to know what Feng Qingqian was going to say next, but she couldn't stop it.

Feng Qingqian continued: "I don't know who you heard about it, so you think it's me, but what evidence is there?"

“......”

They stared at each other with big eyes, indeed, it was Feng Lan's side to say that it was the eldest lady who ruined her hand.

But Feng Lan treats them very well on weekdays, and they have grown up, they believe Feng Lan's words very much, where is there any evidence?

"Miss, what Miss Fenglan said herself, how could there be a mistake, could it be that Miss Fenglan injured her own hand, and then came to slander you?"

In the silence, the answer was very loud.

Feng Qingqian felt that this theory was extremely secondary, she looked at the servant and sneered, "Then you think that I hurt Miss Feng Lan, and then turned her head and didn't admit it?"

In those smiling eyes in the past, there was still a smile, but the smile did not reach the bottom of the eyes, and it was cold, "joke ......"

"Joke!"

Feng Qingqian's words were interrupted, which made her stunned for a moment, and then, she saw Uncle Mo Chen pushing his little uncle out.

She lost interest in entangling with this group of people for a moment, and walked quickly to Feng Xiche's side.

"Little uncle, why are you here?"

The tone was full of helplessness and headaches.

The body is so weak, and he still runs out at this time, do you think that he has suffered less sin?

But Feng Xiche didn't buy this account at all, he took Feng Qingqian's little hand and patted it, signaling her not to speak.

Although Feng Qingqian was worried about the little uncle's body, he was even more reluctant to touch the little uncle's face in front of so many people, so he stood aside obediently.

"Qianqian is my niece, the future master of this Feng Mansion, and I need to explain to you if I punish a subordinate?"

When the head of the family appeared, the momentum was different in an instant.

A group of servants, you looked at me and I looked at you, I didn't know what to say, and finally one of them said one of them: "But is this Miss Fenglan too cruel?"

"You shouldn't have figured out your identity yet, you are a servant of the Feng Mansion who signed a death contract, you should make it clear, even if you are life and death, it is just one of our words," Feng Xiche saw Feng Qingqian's brows gradually wrinkled, and knew that most of this girl didn't like what she said, and she didn't like her behavior of casually taking other people's lives.

So he continued: "Qianqian doesn't like this kind of death contract, so he made a rule in this mansion, unless he kills to pay for his life, he is not allowed to die, but now it's good, the master is to punish casually, and dare to come and shout with the master." ”

“......”

"And what happened in the past seven years, I know what you do to the eldest lady, and I hope you know it in your heart," Feng Xiche's warm eyebrows and eyes became sharp, and a pair of eyes were like Leng Yue, "I will look for you and settle accounts one by one." ”

The third master of Fengfu, everyone knows what his identity was before.

How could a person who once called for wind and rain in the court become gentle and indecisive because he came to a place like Jinbei?

Feng Xiche accepted it when he saw it, and looked at Feng Lan with a gentle expression: "Your hand, if you don't like it, I can chop it for you." ”

“......”

Feng Qingqian looked at this person who said the most ruthless words with the most gentle expression, and smiled lightly.

It's as if the defects of the past seven years have been filled with something.

Feng Qingqian thought, it feels good to be pampered by someone, and it is good to hide behind when you encounter something.

"Little uncle, go back and rest. ”

Feng Xiche heard her niece greet her, and her voice was full of happiness.

It seems that the sun that felt scorching before going out has become gentle.

But in fact, the scorching sun is still scorching.

Feng Xiche's body was extremely weak by poison, and after being exposed to the sun like this, he fell down again.

Feng Qingqian was distressed and wanted to give a few words, but remembering that this person also cared about himself, he took back the words that came to his mouth.

There was a breath in his heart, but he couldn't send it out, and Feng Qingqian felt that his chest was stuffy.