Feng Qingru said lightly: "If you are in Huaichun, let Madame find a general to marry you off!Hurry up and eat some early and get ready to go!!"

Feng Qingru put on a white robe over the cyan shirt, turned into a personable white-faced scholar, and pulled Donglan out of the house.

The two came to the center of the county and had a great shopping circle in the business world. First go to the place where you sell gadgets, headdresses, beads and the like, look east and west, Donglan put a beaded flower and a headdress on her head one by one, and let Feng Qingru help choose, and she took a fancy to a lot of pieces at once, fortunately, Donglan's monthly commission silver is not so rich, so she had to reluctantly put the others back, and only took three bead flowers and four headdresses. Entering the gate, along the stone steps, there is a long corridor on the east and west sides, the corridor is full of stone tables and stone benches, there are tea and wine on the table, and there are servants waiting to be dispatched, which makes people feel like they have entered the restaurant. In the middle of the two corridors, there are rockeries made of various strange stones, and the flowing water under the rockery flows in a tortuous circulation, making the entire first floor elegant for three points. Feng Qingru hurriedly ate some breakfast, drank two sips of white fungus soup, stood at the gate of the courtyard with her hands in her hands, saw Donglan's eyes and stars, looked like a nymphomaniac, walked briskly, and said leisurely: "Which little lover do you think of?" Tell you, men are always unreliable, and women have to rely on themselves!"

Donglan suddenly heard a voice from beside her, and when she looked up and saw Miss, she was startled, patted her chest, stirred up a wave, and said, "Miss scared me to death!"

Feng Qingru was a little nervous in her heart, this cold breath should have come at her, with ill intentions, giving Feng Qingru a great sense of crisis. I don't know if Wang Lang can detect it, after all, the divine sense perceives this kind of thing, and it is not necessarily a high cultivation realm, so it must be more intelligent. Now that he hasn't even stepped into the Qi Cultivation Realm, his self-protection ability is almost none.

"Donglan, let's go, let's go to the Elixir Hall. "A place like the Elixir Hall should be a place where people come and go, and the breath is mixed, to see if there is a chance to get rid of each other........

Located in the heart of the business world, the Elixir Hall is a three-storey pavilion. From a distance, it looks magnificent, and up close it looks elegant. People coming and going in the shopping street can't help but exclaim: what a pair of handsome men and beautiful women!

Feng Qingru is not so concerned about these, firstly, she has always felt troublesome about these decorative things, after all, Miss Feng Er is also considered a natural beauty, and the water hibiscus type does not need to be decorated with so many jewelry grease powder. The second is that after coming to the central business world, Feng Qingru always felt that there were two figures, always following behind, and the ghosts were the same. With the powerful divine sense in her previous life, Feng Qingru could clearly perceive that a breath should come from Wang Lang, elegant and peaceful, like a lingering breeze. There is also an aura that is cold and fierce, like a poisonous snake that cannot be driven away.

In the words of the old man: It was the Fengfu that buried Wang Lang, with Wang Lang's qualifications, if there were better resources, Wang Lang's achievements would be far more than that.

However, Mr. Wang is also very good, the second lady has a fiery personality, and there is a problem with her physique, everyone outside slanders and makes fun of the second miss, and when the servants in the house are talking about it, Mr. Wang has always been indifferent, and he neither changes his attitude towards the second lady, nor does he carefully and deliberately avoid it, and it is still the same as before. In the words of Miss Feng Er: Wang Lang is still Miss Ben's good brother.

Thinking of Wang Lang, Dong Lan couldn't help but walk briskly, her heart trembled, the stars twinkled in her eyes, and she had unconsciously arrived at the gate of Miss Fenger's courtyard.