For several days, Xia Kui was busy wooing Canaan, handing the news to her, and then she handed it to Dugu Fengxi. The resin mist is very idle here.

The news of Wei Zhuo's disappearance and the expulsion of red ginseng spread throughout the Qi Mansion.

The rumors and rumors were passed around, and finally it was rumored that "Wei Zhuo fled from Qi's mansion, and red ginseng left because of love", no matter what, it was a disgraceful thing, and Qifu didn't check it, so he suppressed the matter.

Sleeping in the sheepfold, she was still a little surprised by the departure of the red ginseng.

I thought that if she killed the second housekeeper Wei Zhuo and deterred the red ginseng, no one in the Qi Mansion would trouble her again. Unexpectedly, the red ginseng was driven out of the Qi Mansion.

Needless to say, she can guess most of the reason.

As the saying goes, fall into the well.

If Red Ginseng knew that he did not die under the enemy's sword, but died at the hands of "his own people" who got along with him day and night, like a tiger being stoned to death by a monkey, what kind of sad and resentful state of mind would it be?

The flower fat mist put one hand on the little sheep's body.

The moonlight was like a cloud-like silver veil, falling from the air, and the cold sky was white and shining. Then through the dense cracks of the grass shed, shimmering fragments of light fell on her arm.

"The wound has scabbed, and in a few days, it will heal."

She lifted her sleeves, carefully observed the marks of the bite of the bone-eating wolf, and touched the wound, the scab, which was very rough, not as smooth and tender as the surrounding skin.

After looking at it for a while, my arm was gradually cooled by the wind.

The flower fat mist turned over and pillowed the little fat sheep to keep warm.

On the dark night, there were stars, flickering and dimming, like gems and pearls.

Such a beautiful night is often the time when she is in the worst mood.

Perhaps, a person who has died once, every time she closes her eyes, she will recall the most desperate moment.

Zuo Jingshu, Li Jinjin, Jiuzhi Mountain Cliff, Fu Demon Silk......

She took a deep breath, emptied her head, and fell asleep.

For the assassination of red ginseng and Wei Zhuo, it was finally resolved, and the body and mind of the flower fat mist involuntarily relaxed, and every bone went into hibernation.

In the end, it was the little sheep who woke her up.

Originally, I didn't think about it, I squinted my eyes slightly, and the sun was drying the melon seeds against my brain, only to realize that it was almost noon, and I even missed the two steamed buns for breakfast!

She hurriedly got up, washed up, cleaned the sheepfold, and repaired the straw shed......

After finishing the work, I didn't see anyone accusing her of getting up late.

"Huh?" The resin mist slowed down and pondered strangely.

As soon as the red ginseng left, she was able to live so comfortably, as if she was in her own home, whatever she wanted, as long as the little fat sheep lived well, no one cared about the rest.

Three quarters later, it was noon.

The maid who was cooking smiled at her deliberately, and her hand did not shake like a sheep's madness, not only stuffing her with a whole bowl of rice, but also adding several pieces of fresh fish and pork ribs, which was very strange.

The flower fat mist sniffed, picked some rice with chopsticks, and fed it to the chickens and ducks in the back kitchen, seeing that they were not poisoned, they dared to eat it.

Xia Kui took the bowl and walked to her with a smile: "This sister, you taught red ginseng a while ago, it's really happy!" ”

The resin mist glanced at Xia Kui, this person looked mean-looking, and the rouge gouache was very thick, especially a pair of red lips, which were as big as a basin.

She hadn't forgotten that this person was the closest maid to Red Ginseng.

"Don't talk nonsense, when have I taught her a lesson? It's just a few words, not light or heavy, an outsider's business, don't wrap around me. ”

As soon as the red ginseng left the Qi Mansion, Xia Kui came to his side to offer his hospitality, and he must have been the first to fall into the well, and this person must have been the first to fall into the well.

Xia Kui didn't know that a person who was a seller seeking glory was no different from a vicious dog in the eyes of the flower butter mist.

Naturally, no one will talk to a dog.