Yingge shook her head: "This, the slave doesn't know much. However, I heard that this family affair was nodded by Mrs. Su. ”

Feng Fenghua was speechless and looked at the sky.

Each one has a few superb.

Although the Su family's family style is good, and the children they have raised are also very lovely, they can't bear to have an old lady at home who can't be clear.

This old lady's heart is also biased.

The idea of patriarchy, not to mention how deep.

Back then, if it weren't for the prince who came to ask for his wife, I am afraid that the daughter of the Su family would not know what would happen!

The truth is that a woman is the backbone of a family.

But if this backbone is rotten, how good can this family be?

Over the years, if it weren't for the old lady Su pressing on it, this old lady wouldn't know how to toss!

Thinking of these, I thought of the old lady of Fengfu again.

Feng Fenghua suddenly became more and more speechless: "I'm afraid that the day is also set by her, right?" ”

Yingge nodded, and her eyes were full of teasing.

Tomorrow is the first day of October, and it is the ancestor worship festival.

Who would put this kind of great joy on the same day as the day of their ancestors, isn't that just plain and unpleasant?

This old lady is new and clever.

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day. It happened to be the day to worship the ancestors, and it also made the ancestors happy. Yingge said, shivering excitedly, only to feel a chill down her back.

"Miss, what do you think of her? Let the ancestors rejoice? Is it possible to prepare seats for the ancestors, then ......"

Yingge couldn't go on.

She was frightened by her words.

If the Su family really did this, she was afraid that she would not even dare to enter the courtyard of the Su Mansion.

Who dares to grab something to eat from their ancestors?

Feng Fenghua's eyes lit up, and he sneered: "You go to take a look secretly tonight and ask Zheng'er's opinion." I am not very optimistic about this marriage. But if she wants to, I won't say anything. Also, the situation of the Zhao family, you also ask Zexi to inquire. ”

"Okay." Yingge agreed, and handed over the embroidered handkerchief on the side, "Didn't Miss say that she would finish embroidering today?" ”

Feng Fenghua looked at it, and suddenly felt that one head and two big were big: "Then where is I going to finish embroidering!" ”

It's clear that her mother forced her to finish the embroidery today!

Feng Fenghua wanted to cry without tears, but she still obediently took the thing in her hand: "You said that you were so decent, why did my mother think of such a thing!" This embroidery is really not a human work! ”

Her hands, if she were still good at touching people's pockets, let her do this kind of meticulous work, it would really be embarrassing for her.

Yingge covered her mouth and smiled: "Miss is also a married person now, although Miss doesn't have to worry about the dowry, but there are always a few things that Miss herself makes in it." ”

Feng Fenghua rolled her eyes: "If you want a dowry, that's also brought by Bo Yan!" Miss Ben prepared it, it's called a dowry! However, when you say that, it reminds me. ”

Seeing that Feng Fenghua suddenly put down the things in his hand again, and a pair of bright eyes flashed with cunning, Yingge couldn't help but be curious.

Miss, is there anything funny coming to mind again?

I saw Feng Fenghua running to the desk with a matter of urgency, picking up a pen and writing.

After writing, he folded a piece of paper carefully and put it in an envelope: "When you go to Su Mansion, send this letter to Bo Mansion by the way, and hand it to Bo Yan by hand." Go ahead. ”

Thinking of Bo Yan's expression when he received this letter, Feng Fenghua couldn't help but laugh secretly.

Hum! told her to nest in the room, she worked so hard for so long, and pierced her two hands, so she had to let that stinky man experience it!

Thinking so, his eyes rolled and he sat down.

Yingge took the letter and went out.

Feng Fenghua took out a leather notebook from the dark compartment of the desk, took a quill pen, and dipped it in ink.

Holding his chin with one hand, his mind was full of thin words, and he couldn't help but write on the notebook with a smile: "Haha! Stinky words, don't think that you will please my mother and get away with it! ”

There is a painting next to it, and the two characters on the painting are clearly the Q version portrait of Bo Yan.

In the portrait, Bo Yan dragged the embroidery hoop with one hand and twisted the thread with the other, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of delicateness.

Putting down the pen and looking at it carefully, Feng Fenghua couldn't help laughing.

The night gradually covered the earth like a light veil.

In the house, a light is like a bean.

In front of the desk, the woman was lying on the table, already asleep.

The sound of shallow breathing came slowly.

Under the light, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and there is a deep smile on her little face.

Bo Yan, dressed in red, jumped in from the window, his movements extremely light.

When he received the letter from her, he almost jumped.

But when he saw the contents of the letter, he blackened his face.

Bo Yan:

I heard that the dowry should be embroidered with my own hands, but I don't ask for much, just add ten handkerchiefs to two sets of clothes.

Feng Fenghua

The handwriting is scribbled as always.

But the meaning of the above made him laugh.

Embroidered stuff?

What the hell is this?

He is a big man, and when he gets rich, does he even have to pick up a needle and thread to do embroidery work?

There was an unfinished handkerchief on the beauty couch, and looking at the crooked stitches on it, Bo Yan suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, this little woman is taking revenge!

He had also heard in the past few days that the county lord had forced her to learn embroidery, so she didn't go out.

But what is this embroidered on this veil?

Duck?

It doesn't seem like much.

Flower?

But how can there be a mouth?

Bo Yan thought that he was well-informed, and for a while he couldn't see what was embroidered on Feng Fenghua's handkerchief.

He didn't mind, though.

Anyway, this little woman embroidered it.

That's already a rarity.

After removing the embroidered hoop in three or two strokes, Bo Yan took off the unfinished handkerchief on it and put it into his arms.

Well!

Hua Hua hasn't given himself a token of love yet, so it's the same!

Now I already have two Huahua things in my hands.

Bo Yan is very satisfied.

I don't feel that there is anything wrong with the love token I snatched.

took the cloak, walked slowly to the desk, and draped it over for her.

At a glance, I saw the notebook on the table.

The notebook was still open, but the portrait on it instantly caught his eye.

The little man with his eyebrows knelt on the ground with a pleading face, and next to him stood a woman with her waist in her head and laughing.

The woman's face was clearly no different from hers.

Next to the kneeling little man, there were also words: "Woman, I was wrong, please let go!" ”

The woman's lips were capitalized: "Hahaha! ”

On the page next to it, there was a sentence of extreme indignation: "Today I met a man with a brain problem, and the master didn't care about him, and he actually followed the master all the way." Wait, see if you don't ask him to kneel and beg for mercy when he touches him again! ”

The corners of Bo Yan's mouth twitched unconsciously.

The date above is the date they first met.

Dare to love, this girl has always remembered this hatred!

It's not enough to remember it in your heart, but you have to write it down in a small book.

Flipping back, it was the day he hit her little maid at the gate of Fengfu.

"This man is not bad! Brain flexible, not bad! ”

On the portrait next to her, she is still in the posture of a queen, and she says "flat" to him.

Bo Yan saw that he was interested, and continued to go on.

An old lady with wrinkles on her face, prostrate on the ground, shouting "Master, I was wrong".

The handwriting next to it reads: "Dead old woman, sooner or later one day I will clean you up!" ”

What indignant words.

I flipped a few pages back, and every day was recorded, and the characters were vividly drawn, most of them were just a few words.