In the Lotus Garden Guest House, Feng Zhige had already changed the soiled clothes, considering the compatibility with the jewelry, the spare clothes prepared by Banxia were also of the same color, and they looked not much different from before.

After taking a self-portrait in the mirror, Feng Zhige nodded with satisfaction.

Now that she has packed herself, it is time for her to see who is in this play.

Open the door and walk out, Mama Li and Banxia Fufeng were guarding the door, seeing Feng Zhige coming out, Banxia pointed to a small pavilion on a rockery not far from the courtyard, from here you can vaguely see a few crimson clothes.

"Who's that?" Feng Zhige asked.

Mama Li pursed her lips disdainfully, "The Wu family's Aunt Qian who is good at seducing gentlemen." ”

Mama Li has no good impression of all the concubines in this world, and even in her heart, the current queen Su Shenyu is just a concubine.

Oh?

Feng Zhige raised his eyebrows.

This was out of her expectation, the Cuiliu who deliberately wet her dress was indeed Mrs. Yang's personal maid, and she was also directed by Mrs. Yang for this scene, but how did this Aunt Qian come about? Did she think about it, or was this Cuiliu already bought by Aunt Qian?

Or, in the eyes of these women, she Feng Zhige is a soft persimmon that anyone can pinch a handful?

Otherwise, how could even an aunt who couldn't be on the stage want to calculate her? In particular, Feng Zhige was sure that it was the first time he and Aunt Qian had met, and there was no grievance between the two.

"Then, I'm going to meet this Aunt Qian for a while." A pair of phoenix eyes with a smile in their eyes, but Mama Li and the three of them silently lit a wax in their hearts for this typical Aunt Qian who would not die if she did not die.

The guest house is not far from the rockery, and it is at a high place, so it is easy to get a full view of the situation of the guest house from standing in the pavilion.

Probably thinking that there would be no problem, Aunt Qian didn't look at the courtyard gate at all, but looked in another direction, and anxiety flashed in her eyes from time to time, as if she was waiting for someone to appear.

Therefore, she didn't notice until Feng Zhige was standing behind her.

"Aunt Qian," Feng Zhige stepped forward. The body was close to Aunt Qian's back, one hand was pressed on her shoulder, and even maliciously sighed at the neck of the frost and snow in front of him, "Who are you waiting for?" ”

Aunt Qian didn't expect that there would be other people here. His body stiffened, and he felt the warm breath coming from his neck, and goosebumps immediately stood up on his body.

"Who?" Aunt Qian turned her head stiffly and shouted inwardly.

It wasn't until she turned her head to see Feng Zhige's Xiu that she was relieved at first. Then it was tight, shouldn't the eldest girl of the Feng family be resting in the guest house below, how could she appear here? Did something happen in it?

Thinking about all kinds of possibilities in her heart, Aunt Qian didn't show it on her face, but changed her face with a smile, "It turned out to be the eldest girl of the Feng family, and the concubine was polite." ”

Feng Zhige withdrew his hand, sat down on the stone bench in the pavilion, grabbed a few strands of green silk hanging on his chest and played with it, as if he said casually: "If I'm not mistaken." It's the first time I've met Aunt Qian, is it possible for Aunt Qian to be an unpredictable prophet, and even people who have never met can recognize her? ”

Aunt Qian was stunned, she didn't think of a good statement for a while, and after a few breaths, she smiled again and rounded the words: "The eldest girl is such a golden and noble person, of course the concubine is not qualified to see the eldest girl, but when the eldest girl entered the park in the afternoon, the concubine took a look from afar, so she will know the eldest girl." ”

is obviously telling a mouth full of lies, but those smiling eyes are full of sincerity.

Feng Zhige held his cheek with one hand. He took a closer look at the woman in front of him.

Dressed in a crimson wide-sleeved fairy dress, the layers of skirts outlined her beautiful figure, and the lotus steps were as attractive as a weak willow breeze. Even though he is over thirty years old, there is still no trace of age on that still beautiful face. The eyebrows are like distant mountains, the eyes are transverse waves, and when the corners of the eyebrows are dyed with a smile, there will be infinite style in an instant.

With such a woman, it is no wonder that she has been able to hold Wu Mingyuan by her side for so many years.

It's just that......

Feng Zhige's index finger tapped lightly on his white and tender face, and he also had a smile in his eyes. The words she said made Aunt Qian no longer able to maintain the smile on her face.

"I really wonder, there is no grudge between you and me in the past days, why do you have to calculate me?"

Aunt Qian's face froze, and the smile in her eyes receded, replaced by horror and panic.

Feng Zhige seemed to be very satisfied with Aunt Qian's reaction, she tilted her head, like a naughty elf, "As for me, I hate people calculating me the most, especially this kind of inexplicable calculation, can Aunt Qian relieve my doubts?" ”

Obviously she was only a fourteen-year-old girl, Aunt Qian comforted herself in her heart, but her body followed the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and trembled.

The two white hands were clasped tightly together, as if in this way they could gain more strength, Aunt Qian barely cheered up, and said with a forced smile: "The eldest girl said that she was laughing, where did the concubine dare to calculate the eldest girl." ”

Feng Zhige shook his head regretfully, "I gave Aunt Qian a chance, but Aunt Qian doesn't seem to intend to cherish this opportunity." Since this is the case......" dragged a long tail note, Feng Zhige raised his phoenix eyes, and seemed to look at Aunt Qian with deep meaning.

Aunt Qian's heart jumped, and the person almost jumped up, "What do you want to do?" ”

The voice, which had always been soft and soft, became sharp due to tension.

"I don't want to do anything," Feng Zhige raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I just want Aunt Qian to personally feel the good show you arranged." ”

After fighting with Mrs. Yang in the back house of the Wu Mansion for so many years and gaining the upper hand, Aunt Qian has always thought that her heart is extremely strong, otherwise she would not have quickly got up and pulled Mrs. Yang into the abyss step by step after being designed by Mrs. Yang to have a miscarriage and never get pregnant again.

But at this time, her strong heart did not bring her a sense of security, she raised her feet and wanted to run, but Feng Zhige's hand on her waist at some point made her unable to move at all.

Holding Aunt Qian's slender and soft waist in an ambiguous posture, Feng Zhige raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Aunt Qian's gaze, which was a wall located behind the courtyard.

Since it is a guest house, the environment is naturally not too bad, this yard is planted around a slip of evergreen trees, the whole yard is encircled, green trees and red walls, but also elegant.

"Aunt Qian, who are you looking at?" Feng Zhige asked softly.

As soon as the words fell, I saw a man in the distance hurrying over, stopping in front of the back wall that Aunt Qian was looking at.

"Say, 'Who is this?' Feng Zhige smiled slightly. (To be continued.) )

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