Feng Wuxi turned around, avoiding the hot water that pounced on him, and frowned at Fu Xiaoyan, whose robe was splashed on his chest.

"Lord Youxiang, do you want to use the burn as an excuse to rest at home?"

Fu Xiaoyan didn't seem to hear her words, and his eyes were fixed on the pink-clothed maid kneeling on the ground in front of him.

"The slave and maid have disturbed the nobleman, and begged the nobleman to punish him." The pink-clothed maid put her hand on the ground, although she was a confession, her tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

Feng Wuxi squinted her eyes and rubbed her chin, "Master Mo, are all the maids in your house so hairy?"

Mo Feng wasn't sure what she meant, so he clasped his fists and saluted, "The house slave is not sensible, please forgive your Highness." ”

As he spoke, his tone changed, and he said coldly: "Butler, take it down and lock it up in the firewood room, and train it well." ”

"Wait." Feng Wuxi's cold and gorgeous face didn't show any emotion, "Master Mohou, this maid will be trained for you in this palace, so as not to disturb others next time." ”

Mo Feng glanced at the pink-clothed maid, frowned, and said, "Your Highness, she ......"

"Huh? Mo Hou Ye thinks that the femininate grandmother in the palace is not qualified to train the maids in your house? Feng Wuxi's calm voice added a bit of thick oppression.

Cold sweat soaked from Mo Feng's back, and he quickly knelt down to plead guilty, "The old minister doesn't dare, His Royal Highness is willing to train the domestic slave for the old minister, and the old minister is grateful." ”

This maid is Yan'er's favorite maid, and if it sounds good, it is training, and if it is bad, it is robbery.

Feng Wuxi, this straw bag, why did it suddenly become so difficult and ruthless?

It was only at this time that Fu Yanyan seemed to come back to his senses, and looked at Feng Wuxi with a complicated expression.

Feng Wuxi said lightly: "Right Minister, this maid will trouble you to watch it first." ”

With that, she turned and walked back into the house.

Mo Lianyan's heart-rending screams have been replaced by low, feeble groans.

The pain of separation of flesh and blood almost swallowed his consciousness.

But it was probably too painful, he was not unconscious, but extremely conscious.

You can even clearly feel the flesh and blood on your body peeling off, and new flesh and blood slowly growing.

The numbness was accompanied by severe pain, which tortured him into a trance.

Inside the house, the county lord of Anhe saw Feng Wuxi, and his bloodshot eyes were full of undisguised hatred, "Feng Wuxi, what are you doing?" ”

Feng Wuxi's expression was indifferent, and when she walked unhurriedly, a strong sense of aggression and oppression followed.

She glanced at the county lord of Anhe, and her cold voice was emotionless, "Lord Anhe, this palace seems to have told you, and if you dare to call this palace by your name, you will not be spared." ”

"You!" Lord Anhe's chest rose and fell violently, clenching his teeth.

Feng Wuxi's gaze fell on the screen, and frost condensed on her indifferent eyebrows, "If you want your son to live, go out." ”

The county lord of Anhe glared at her, gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for you, Yan'er wouldn't have become like this." ”

At the bottom of Feng Wuxi's eyes, a trace of dangerous coldness poured out, obviously his expression remained unchanged, but An and the county lord and Mo Feng who came after felt a chill coming.

An and the county lord still wanted to speak, Mo Feng reached out and dragged her, looked at Feng Wuxi's back deeply, and punned on it, "Your Highness, the old minister believes in your medical skills, you won't let the old minister down, right?" ”

The corners of Feng Wuxi's lips outlined a smile without warmth, and half of her face was hidden in the dark light, which was extremely cold.

She didn't speak, but walked behind the screen.

Mo Lianyan, who was lying on the bed, was gently wrapped in Tencel.

Tencel is produced in the snow mountain ice silkworm, and the silk spit out by ten thousand ice silkworms can be made into a handkerchief.

Bandaging wounds can quickly promote wound healing and reduce pain.

And this Tencel, which is enough to completely wrap an adult, was the birthday gift that Xiao Yingche gave her last year, but she gave it to Mo Lianyan.

Mo Lianyan looked sideways with difficulty, looking at Feng Wuxi who was standing beside the bed, a strong hatred burst out from his eyes, and he wanted to tear her up, and his hoarse voice was almost unsyllable.

"Phoenix Dance Tide ......"

Feng Wuxi twisted the silver needle with her fingertips, walked slowly to the bed, and bent down to look at Mo Lianyan.

In the next second, the silver needle in his hand stabbed down suddenly.