First of all, what Feng Gu wants to correct is Qing Wei's dress.

Linings, shirts, and coats must be worn at least three, and one less is not enough! also denied Qing Wei's men's clothes.

Every morning, Qing Wei has to pick out a lot of clothes to match, from beginning to end.

The hair buns, hairpins, necklaces, bracelets, and even socks on the head are all exquisite.

It's probably a sentence 'men like women who can wear it', so that Qing only has the intention of working hard.

After the match is done, rush to the Fengling Palace to ask the phoenix dove, and the phoenix dove will be rated according to her matching from beginning to end.

Fifth Order: Dress correctly, clothes and jewelry complement each other, and highlight the temperament.

Level 4: Dress correctly, some clothes are not the right color, or not suitable for going out.

Third Order: Barely qualified.

Second order: Just wear it and don't be blind.

First order: Blind level one hundred, the meal eaten in the morning will be spit out.

According to the different classes of the day, the quality of Qingwei's lunch and wages are determined.

Feng Jiu said the most to Qing Wei: "Dressed like this, you dare to come out to meet people?!" ”

Hmph, he dressed himself and asked him to comment, Qing Wei felt very unconvinced.

One day, Qing Wei casually wore a coat and went out to reason with him, "Wherever you go, you are dressed in red, red as if you are married!" Why do you ask me to match colors! ”

Feng Jiu heard Qing Wei's words, felt reasonable, and said: "It's very simple, as long as you look as good-looking as this Immortal Monarch, this Immortal Monarch will have fewer requirements for you." ”

Simple fart!

From the initial first order, she gradually struggled to get the status of the fourth and fifth orders.

Feng Gu finally nodded to Xu Ken, "It's eighty or ninety, okay, change the theme next time." ”

"-Poof!" Qing Wei's throat and eyes couldn't suppress a mouthful of old blood and spurted out.

Holy!

The themes were all set by the phoenix dove the day before, and Qing Wei had to show him the next morning.

Forget about the elegance and freshness of the dust - what are the clothes for other people's wedding banquets, clothes that show their age, clothes that look like passers-by, clothes that are convenient for doing chores......

What the hell are these? Dress up game?!

However, when Qing Wei was abused to vomit blood, he didn't know that his wife changed her clothes, and the game rated by her husband had swept the Three Realms.

It is said to be the best way to enhance femininity, solve the perfunctory behavior of the husband, increase the affection of the husband and wife, and cultivate tacit understanding.

Holy!

Qing Wei finally couldn't bear it anymore, carried a chicken, and hung it outside the phoenix's dormitory.

Tell him! If she tortures her like this, it will make this guy Feng Gu face a bloody disaster!

Early in the morning, when the phoenix dove opened the door, he saw a native chicken hanging in front of his house that had been dead for an unknown amount of time.

The neck was cut off, and the blood was dripping down little by little. And the pool of blood on the ground has firmly coagulated, which is really a bit miserable.

Qing Wei sat at the railing, a snow-blue robe lined with skin as white as jade, and her not too big pupils stared at him. Joked and laughed: "I'm sorry, our fox clan is so good at eating chicken." ”

When the wind blew, the chicken swayed with the wind, which was very miserable.

He flipped the chicken hanging under the eaves over, only to find that a plum blossom dart was inserted on the back of the chicken, and a piece of paper was nailed under the plum blossom dart, and his name was clearly on the paper - "phoenix dove".

Yo, that's a little interesting.

Qing Wei tilted his head and looked at him like this, "What's the matter, I'm scared when I see my fellow clan die?" ”

This is the same as when she sees the little fox die, she will also feel sad.

Therefore, she is not only provocative, but also angry!

The phoenix dove wrapped the dead chicken in a white cloth, handed it to Qing Wei, and sighed: "It's all dead, don't waste it." Give it to the kitchen and let them make a good pot of soup to enjoy at lunchtime. ”

Qingwei: "......"

This guy is still a bit picky.