Iris took the charcoal and stood in front of the stove for a long time, Feng Qingxuan saw that she didn't move for a long time, so she urged: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Iris pulled out a smile, shook her head, and when she turned around, she bit her lip and added a few pieces of charcoal, and the damp charcoal smoked a thick smoke in the stove, choking Iris with a cough, and even tears in her eyes.

Thinking of this morning in the main courtyard, the butler's disdainful eyes Iris clenched her hands, and even the subordinates of the main courtyard spoke ill of her, saying that she had followed a nest master, and Iris almost did it with them, and the housekeeper took the wrapped charcoal and smashed it on her: "There is only these wet charcoal left, if you want to take it, I don't have anything else to give you." ”

She clearly saw that the cabinet was wrapped with the charcoal that had just entered the house this year, so she asked the housekeeper in a stiff tone: "There are obviously a lot of new charcoal in your cabinet, why can't you give us some?" ”

After hearing this, the housekeeper looked like he was in charge, and laughed a few times: "Those good charcoal are for the prince and the concubine, and the master in your yard can't use it, and the wet charcoal for you is taken care of you, if you don't want it, I don't want to give it." ”

Iris saw that the housekeeper reached out to grab it, she hurriedly went to protect it in her arms, she was worried that Feng Qingxuan would not be able to entangle with them too much, when she left the main courtyard, she clearly heard the housekeeper spitting fiercely behind him, and said with a chant: "I don't look at my identity, and I dare to come to ask for the master's things, I can't do it." ”

All of these insults she was made were nothing, but when she came back and saw Feng Qingxuan lying in the snow with her face covered in blood, the defense line in her heart completely collapsed, after these days of getting along, Iris gave birth to a consciousness of wanting to protect Feng Qingxuan's good life behind her, she felt that there was no one in this world who should be protected more than her master.

Feng Qingxuan always looks cold, not fighting or grabbing, plain and bland, but she has already erected spikes around her and wrapped herself, and it is precisely because of these spikes that Iris looks even more distressed.

And now, although it is in response to Ling Xiao's method, to keep Feng Qingxuan in the dark, it is really for Feng Qingxuan's good, and Iris has no other way but to coax her out first and then make plans.

Iris picked up the fan and fanned the smoke to the side, and the intimate Hou was beside Feng Qingxuan: "Master, how did you get this injury, but the prince is looking for trouble again?" ”

Feng Qingxuan shook her head and leaned on the pillow behind her: "It's the cat raised by the side concubine, for some reason, it suddenly went crazy and pounced on me." ”

After that, she touched her wrist again, lowered her eyes with a little sadness, and said: "If it was in the past, not to mention a cat, even a tiger would not be able to beat me, but now I was almost scratched by a cat, which is really a little ridiculous." ”

When it comes to the past, Feng Qingxuan can always think of the days when she was in Daliang these days, and for the current suffering, she always thinks that it is the dead Nanfeng who came to collect debts from her.

Feng Qingxuan frowned, looking at the snow covering the yard outside the window, and her mind was in a trance for no reason, the first snow of this year gave birth to such a thing, probably this year will not go well.

She thought of Qingge again, the woman who looked dignified and harmless, but had many coincidental things because of her, these had to make Feng Qingxuan think about it, but if she thought about it carefully, she didn't get involved in it, but it happened that every accident happened because of her, and she pleaded in front of Xiao Zhuo with a miserable face, and the seemingly righteous scene made Feng Qingxuan unable to find fault for a while.

She was fascinated by thinking for a while, she didn't know when Iris went out, only that she came in with a bowl of hot ginger soup in her hand, Iris was careful, for fear that Feng Qingxuan would harm the wind and cold, she brought the soup bowl, quickly put it on the couch table, and pinched her ears with her hot fingers: "Master, ginger soup drives away the cold, and drinking it while it is hot will definitely not cause rebirth." ”