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Spring is like a little bride, and she tidies up Feng Renjian's clothes with a coquettish face.

Feng Renjian had just discovered Feng Yuexian's arrival, but his face was not a little embarrassed. His face has always been thick.

"Xian'er, how did you get like this?" Feng Renjian sat down leisurely at the stone table, letting Chunyi pour him a cup of fragrant tea.

"It's not the Shadow of the Stars yet. "Feng Yuexian hated to speak out!

"Ah, you, are you the third miss?" Chunyi was also shocked to realize that the object of his demonstration turned out to be the third miss.

Feng Yuexian was worried that his anger was nowhere to be released, and when he heard the sound of spring, he was even more annoyed.

What does she mean?

When will anyone in this family be able to laugh at her Feng Yue Immortal?

Is she laughing at her current embarrassment? Or is she laughing at her unsatisfactory feelings?

"A cheap maid dares to be presumptuous?" Feng Yuexian was furious, and stabbed at Chunyi when he drew his sword: "Shameless slut, you dare to openly seduce my brother!

Feng Renjian didn't stop it, but he didn't hear or see it.

"Childe save me. Chunyi screamed in fright.

However, Feng Renjian sat aside with a smile and an elegant face, boasted of taking a sip of tea, and shook his head and sighed:

"No matter how beautiful the wildflowers are, they will rot in the mud. As long as Xian'er is willing, the eldest brother can even give you his own life, not to mention a little maid.

Spring, if you can die under the sword of Xian'er, it is not in vain that you follow me. ”

Feng Renjian's attitude further fueled Feng Yuexian's arrogance.

A little maidservant, why is she happier than her?

She must die!

This maidservant, in the eyes of Feng Yue Immortal at this time, is Feng Xingying.

"Childe...... Save...... Save ......" Chunyi opened his mouth to call for help, and his mouth was full of blood.

Her chest hurt so much, and there was a sword stuck there.

Obviously, a moment ago, Childe was still gentle with her.

She doesn't understand.

Blood splattered on Feng Yuexian's face, and she sneered and cruelly drew her sword.

The body of the half-fruit of the spring fell backwards and fell on the grass that they had just pressed flat.

The peach blossoms were shaken down, piece by piece, and sprinkled on the face, lips, and eyelids of Spring.

She remembered that five years ago, when she had just entered the house, she was only fourteen years old.

At that time, she was also full of innocence and fantasy, and she also hoped to meet her lover and live happily together for the rest of her life.

She, like many young girls, is bewitched by the beauty in front of her.

It was also under this peach tree that after she watched her son practice swordsmanship, she couldn't help but applaud, and she secretly agreed.

After that, Childe walked up to her, and he held out his hand to her.

Her heart was beating faster, half-pushing and half-on-the-spot to give him the best version of herself.

At that time, the peach blossoms sprinkled all over her body, and she lay there quietly, painful and happy.

After that, the son was romantic, and she had no regrets.

Even if she knows that if she follows her son, she will be a nameless and worthless maid all her life, she is also willing to do it, because she really loves her son.

This kind of life is five years in a flash.

He planted more and more in her heart, and she could give everything for him.

She thought, at least in his heart, that there was also her place.

Even if it's a dog, after raising it for so long, should it have a little affection?

She now knew that she, in his heart, was nothing more than a servant girl who could not be regretted to die.

It turns out that it has always been this way, and it has never changed.

The blood of spring can only dye the red grass, but it cannot dye the eyes of Feng Renjian.

But a handmaiden.

In Feng Renjian's eyes, it is no different from a dog.

Without spring, he has other people, and he can hunt fresher and more delicate playthings.