Uncle Feng called Su Shi over.

Su Shi walked up to him, lowered his head and waited for him to say the next sentence, but he didn't see any movement from Uncle Feng.

When she raised her head, Uncle Feng was still wearing the same set of ochre-colored clothes and pants, his face was dry and yellow, and his body was lean, but he didn't look old at all. The eyes protruding from the face of the thousands of ravines, although cloudy, are still very sharp, like a sharp blade that can cut into people's hearts.

In this huge Li Mansion, let the wind and rain flow for decades, he has gone from a young hairy boy to a capable man in his prime, and no matter how old he is, he is now the old man of the year.

Uncle Feng followed the master Li Heshan from the year of the total horn to fifty and six, and also witnessed the Li Mansion from a well-off family that made a living in a rice shop to a wealthy room that now relies on his career, and also accompanied the growth and progress of the little master Li Songchen for several years.

Now, he has become an old tree in Li Mansion that cannot be blown away by the wind, watered by the rain, and has deep roots and leaves, and Li Heshan is close to and respectful of him, and he dares to gamble his net worth and life on him; He also never lived up to his master's entrustment, and did everything he explained properly and beautifully, which made Li Heshan feel 10,000 hearts.

As such a loyal, trusted by the master, and respected by his subordinates, Uncle Feng has become the eternal alternative of the Li Mansion: obviously, he is not the master, but he has thrown off a lot of lowly and lowly slaves, or even if he is a slave, he is also a high-level minion who is a few levels more noble than Chief Butler Yun.

Except for Li Heshan, no one can call him, even the wife of the Li Mansion, Wang, is quite friendly when she sees him, and the two delicate and incomparable young ladies Li Shuyi and Li Ziyi don't care about their identity and dignity, and they all shout "Uncle Feng" softly.

is such a powerful person in the Li Mansion, who is close to the age of Huajia and is actually alone and has no family.

It's a bit of a rarity.

In fact, when he was young, Uncle Feng was not called Uncle Feng, maybe he should be called "Brother Feng". He is not bad-looking, with clear facial features, upright eyebrows, a masculine manhood, without a little fat powder, and his temperament can make women settle down and follow.

Among the maidservants who were married by the ladies, a few bold ones admired him a lot. Often walking on the road to meet, he "accidentally" threw a handkerchief at him, "not carefully" left a hairpin ring. Then deliberately anxiously searched, and counted on Brother Feng, who was lying on the tip of his heart, to pick it up and call out his name, so that he could take it from him in a graceful and reserved manner, deliberately let him see his white and soft, ten-fingered Dankou little hands, and then see his shy and timid, affectionate eyes, and a little peach blossom face dyed with red glow, it is best to let him look at it right, and decide to marry himself as a wife on the spot.

This group of little girls is not ashamed, they all have good ideas, thinking that they will quietly and naturally turn Brother Feng into their husband, get a wonderful man, and leave a dignified good impression. It's good that it can really be so smooth, but it's a pity that these beauties only missed Brother Feng's temperament.

At that time, one of the maids of the eldest lady Wang's family, named Little Moth, was fourteen years old, and her appearance was the most outstanding among the girls who were eager to try.

Although it is not as good as the pampered and noble, fine skin and tender meat, the little moth is also delicate and gentle, and because she accompanied the lady to invite Mr. at home, she is slightly literate and ink, and the small characters on the fly's head can be described as upright, and the proud Hanmei who stays on the Xuelang paper is also very good, speaking softly, with dimples on her face, very flattering.

At that time, Li Heshan intended to accept her, and even the master Wang who was in love with the sisters also hinted, but she ate the scales and became iron-hearted, and she pretended to be deaf and dumb when she returned, and pretended not to know, and only hung Brother Feng in her heart.

On that day, the little moth girl knew that Brother Feng had gone to the account room to pay the account, so she deliberately waited on the road he had to pass when he came out.

She was wearing a set of newly made jackets and skirts, knowing that she looked the best in concubine color, and she also wore a freshly picked cuckoo of the same color on the hairpin with the clouds, which set off her picturesque eyebrows, smile like a flower, and her posture was slender, she was really a delicate and pretty little beauty.

The little moth was standing in a few green bamboos behind the Taihu Lake Stone, secretly thinking about how to show his heart when Brother Feng came.

Seeing the broad-shouldered figure striding towards this side, she hurriedly threw a handkerchief smoked with jasmine on the ground, and specially made the corner of her name embroidered face up, and then hurried around to the other side of the stone, waiting for the time to appear "coincidentally".

Such a scene really owes a lot of thought to Xiao Moth: set up the stage by himself, set up his own line, make up his own drama, play Hua Dan by himself, and cheer for himself, but I just don't know if Brother Feng in front of him is the little student written in the play book?

Looking at Brother Feng getting closer and closer, a few beads of sweat appeared on the little girl's forehead, and the footsteps of the person she liked "Tata" actually seemed to fall on her heart, which shocked her and made her panic and nervous.

Near, closer.

Two steps, one step.

"Please, don't lift your feet", the little moth looked at the back, covered her mouth with a silk tape, and her heart seemed to have poured a pot of hot oil, white smoke came out of every place, and every place made a "zizi" sound, so that she couldn't see anything but this back, and couldn't hear anything except her own pleas.

He stopped!

The little moth only felt that the blood in his whole body was like boiling water, rolling and rushing into his head, and at this moment he couldn't wait to point at Brother Feng with his eyes and let him pick up the handkerchief.

He really bent down slightly!

He's looking at the veil!

He picked it up!

Little Moth couldn't believe it: it was exactly the same as the drama she made!

So, next comes her highlight!

Our little moth girl, who was talented in writing dramas, hurriedly took a deep breath, soothed her almost jumping heart, touched her hot cheeks, supported the unmessed bun on her head, and straightened the tender concubine-colored cuckoo, and then walked out from behind the stone with her skirt lightly, and said in a suppressed voice as she walked: "I'm in a hurry, but where did my handkerchief fall?" ”

is preparing to have a "chance encounter" with Brother Feng, so that he can be amazed. But who knows, when she raised her eyes, she found that the dark figure had gone away. Seeing this, the little moth's heart beat more intensely, but it hurt so much that two tears fell down in a slippery stream.

Looking at the ground again, his handkerchief was still lying there, but it was wrinkled, and there was a piece of mud on the place where the word "little moth" was embroidered.