Deception is a technical job, and not everyone can do it. The reason why Qing'e is good at it is because of her innate advantages, and because she can choose "prey".

Men who can be fooled often have no other strengths except for a few dollars in their pockets, such as Feng Juncheng's brother-in-law that day, Qing'e is completely sure that he can deceive him dizzy.

But this little young master of the Feng family is not the same, even if she is proud of her appearance, she is not high in front of him.

She knows that even if people are tempted, they may not fall for her.

At this time, the rain is like a waterfall, the rain hits the banana leaves, and the bursts of crying are like complaints, and the menacing stop is abrupt.

When I walked to the entrance of the alley, the rain stopped, Qing'e put away her umbrella and looked up at the sky, "It's so cold, this day will change, I will go back and drink a pot of hot rice wine to drive away the cold." ”

She remembered that there was another person in her group, so she asked, "Young Master, are you cold?" Would you like to come to my shop for a drink and then go back? ”

Wang Ban followed behind the two, his eyes turned between the shoulders of the two of them of different heights, and without making a sound, he heard Feng Juncheng hesitate for a moment and said hello, and followed Qing'e to the wine shop, he was tall, and when he entered the door, he bent down slightly, avoiding the half-cut curtain hanging in front of the door to keep out the rain.

Qing'e put away the two umbrellas and beckoned Feng Juncheng to sit down at the only square table, and the door was opened so grandly, Feng Juncheng was a little worried that the people of the Feng Mansion who went out would find him, so he was worried in his heart, and his heart beat more and more.

"Young Master." Qing'e no longer called him a master, took two umbrellas, lifted the backyard door curtain and said: "I'll go to the kitchen to hot wine, you can go anywhere, look everywhere, don't be restrained." ”

Feng Juncheng was worried that sitting in the hall was too dazzling, and then stood up, "I haven't seen warm wine, I'll go and see it too." ”

As soon as the words came out, Feng Juncheng realized the ambiguity in his words, how could a lonely man and a widow follow someone to someone's backyard, it was really rude, and he lowered his eyes, "No, I'll wait here." ”

Qing'e laughed, "What's this, just come with me, I said that there is no need to be restrained, but I have never entertained distinguished guests, if I am not thoughtful enough, please don't blame the young master." ”

Feng Juncheng waved his hand, "Sister-in-law is serious." He paused, "Thoughtful enough." ”

The backyard of the Zhao family wine shop is slightly dilapidated, the wall ash is falling off, the wooden fence is crooked, and there are wine tanks stacked under the shed.

Qing'e saw him looking at those pairs of shoes, and said with a smile: "The house is a little messy, and there is not much time to clean up on weekdays." ”

"It's not messy, it's not messy at all."

Feng Juncheng left Jiangning at the age of seventeen and traveled for a year, stayed everywhere, saw and heard a lot, and did not have the arrogance of a rich son born superior.

There is a small table and a small stool in the kitchen, Qing'e rolled up her sleeves and brought the clay stove to the small table, the porcelain white jade arm shook Feng Juncheng's eyes, not to mention that she was wearing two silver bracelets on her wrists, sliding up and down and jingling.

She warmed up the wine and read the words, saying what spices should be boiled with rice wine, and what effects should be drunk after drinking, Feng Juncheng put on a posture of listening to the master's lecture, and nodded in response.

He knew that he was about to be bad, if he had only superficially appreciated it before, now he completely understood what it meant to see the color, every inch of his body was tense, and he didn't dare to look at her, let alone relax.

Wang Ban observed the words for a while, and asked on the side: "Young master, I don't think it's early, it's almost time for dinner, why don't we go back?" ”

"That's right." After that, Feng Juncheng realized that he had just sat down, and the small tandoor had just been placed on the table.

Qing'e even held the wine spoon in her hand, and asked in astonishment: "Young master, is leaving now?" ”

Feng Juncheng frowned in embarrassment and closed his eyes, secretly beating his chest, he smiled stiffly: "I mean it's not too early, let's leave after drinking." ”

Wang Ban's eyes rolled when he heard this, this was not for him to relieve the siege, so he retreated to the door.

Qing'e glanced at the interested Wang Ban, narrowed her gaze, concentrated on fanning the fire and cooking wine, and threw in two spices, and the aroma of rice wine gradually spread in the room.

She took the wine jug off the fire, rubbed her hands so hot, but with a smile on her face, she scooped up a pool of turbid wine with a wine spoon and handed it to Feng Juncheng.

"Young master, taste it."

Feng Juncheng was stunned, and saw that the wine spoon was almost delivered to his face, his throat rolled, and he almost wanted to lean over to reach it, so he drank it with her hand, but he still had sense, and after thanking him, he took the wine spoon, raised his neck and drank it all.

The wine was warm, and the lower stomach turned into invisible heat that traveled all over Feng Juncheng's limbs, and he drank this wine as cold water, which of course backfired, making his heart burn even more dry.

"How's this wine?"

Qing'e was looking forward to his feedback, and he bowed his head and said a good drink. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps from the wine shop in front of him, and it should be a guest.

Qing'e put down the wine spoon and extinguished the fire, "You can do it yourself, I'll go ahead and take a look." ”

As she walked out, she lowered her sleeves and consciously covered her two white arms, which made Feng Juncheng's eyebrows knot slightly, and his heart stagnated.

"Qing'e? Anyone? At this time, a clear voice sounded in the shop, and it sounded like Wangchun in the old lady's house.

Feng Juncheng couldn't help but get up and walk to the door, pricking up his ears to find out the situation outside.

Qing'e lifted the curtain and came out, saw Wangchun leaning against the counter, waving to herself, and hurriedly stepped forward to talk to her.

"Sister Wangchun, why are you free to come over today?"

"I was going to come early, but a rain stopped me." Wangchun handed out the wine jug and brought three copper coins, "It's still the same, osmanthus wine." ”

Qing'e took the pot, unsealed the osmanthus wine, beat spoonful by spoonful, and looked back expectantly and asked, "Did the old lady drink that wine last time?" ”

Wangchun said: "Not yet, don't worry, I remember, my young master spoke, saying that it was good wine, and you should wait for the crab to be fat and then take it out and enjoy it, so as to live up to your good intentions." ”

Qing'e was overjoyed, "Really? She looked slightly sideways at the back of the curtain and said with a smile: "That's great, I should really thank Master Cheng." ”

Wangchun waved his hand, "Don't say it, the unfamiliar capital is a very good and expensive master, familiar, don't mention annoying him, I don't know why I'm in a bad mood these days, I just got sick last night, and now I'm still lying in bed, and I haven't seen him get up for a day." ”

Her tone was strange and full of affection, no matter who listened to it, she would not feel that she was complaining, which showed that this little master was extremely favored at home, and he was really an excellent master.

Qing'e handed the beaten wine to Wangchun, "Is Master Cheng sick?" ”

"I'm sick."

Qing'e was stunned, and said in her heart that this young master who knew books and etiquette was still a person who was different from what he looked at at the outside. Seeing that he was in and out of the treasure bureau above board, he actually ran away from home?

Wangchun took the wine and hurriedly left, "I'll go back, and the old lady will go to see him after dinner." ”

"Hey, you walk slowly."

Qing'e leaned over to see Wangchun go away, rejoicing at the unexpected news, paced back to the backyard, and really saw the little young master sitting in the kitchen, she walked over, "Young master, Sister Wangchun is gone." ”

Feng Juncheng only felt a cold sweat on his face, "Then I should leave too, thank you sister-in-law for your hospitality." ”

Qing'e deliberately didn't mention that he lied about his illness, and looked at him with a meaningful smile, "Young master, don't be polite to me, you are willing to deign to come to me to eat and drink, I should thank you." Wang Ban wanted to pay for the wine, but was also rejected by Qing'e, "This wine is what I want to drink, and the young master has only eaten two glasses, and when he leaves, I will eat it alone." ”

That Wang Ban was a discerning one, so he walked out with Feng Juncheng.

Qing'e listened to the footsteps of the two people in the shop, leaned on the door to look, and relaxed. She sat down at the small table with the broken hair on her face, poured herself a cup of hot rice wine, raised Erlang's legs, and sipped slowly.

There was a sound in the east room, and the door was pushed open, and it was Zhao Qi, who smiled and walked out of it, "This little young master, it's a little interesting, it's quite like the two of you being alone." ”

Qing'e sipped wine and squinted at him, "I think he's not easy to deceive, this kind of person has read a lot of books, has a big stomach, and is not so easy to be tempted." I think it's better to forget it, try that Huang Ruixiang. ”

Zhao Qi waved his hand, "The Huang family is in Yingtianfu, go back early in the morning, when will he come back next time." He directly picked up Feng Juncheng's used wine glass and drank it, "You're only half-pushing, that's right, it's better to make slower progress than to scare him away." ”

"Can you teach me?"

Zhao Qi smiled, took another drink, and his eyes were glued to the gate, "In my opinion, the little young master is about to take the bait, only he reads a few more pages than others, and he can fit some." ”

"Hmph." Seeing that Zhao Qi deliberately belittled Feng Juncheng, Qing'e sneered lightly, put down her wine glass and got up, "What should I wear when I see the little master?" When I go to find a bright dress, the next time Yanagishita Hui comes, I have to bow down under my pomegranate skirt. ”

Zhao Qi knew that she said it on purpose, but she still had some taste, but she didn't show it on her face, stood up and dusted off her knees, took a handful of leeks on the stove, and picked up the rotten leaves, "What do you want to eat tonight?" My brother will do it for you. ”

"Eat whatever you want, you can do it."

On the other side, Feng Juncheng got out of the wine shop and hurried back to Fenglai Pavilion, but he heard that the lady and the old lady had learned that he had been sick for a day and was leading the doctor here.

"Oh, my young master, how is this good?" Xiuyun Ziying was so anxious, "What kind of illness are you calling so good?" Now, if my wife asks about sin, I won't be partial to you! ”

Feng Juncheng had no time to answer the call, took off only his snow-white shirt, and hurriedly slept on the bed, not forgetting to let Xiuyun put away the boots he wore outside and stepped on the wet mud, "Don't make a sound, just say that I am sick and have been sleeping, you are not allowed to get close, and none of you have ever come in." ”

He closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep, the more he forced himself, the more his eyelashes couldn't help but tremble, and after a while, he heard hurried footsteps blowing in like a few gusts of wind, it was his mother, Mrs. Dong, who brought the ancestor to see him.

Mrs. Dong was wearing a pair of dark green long gowns today, a purple and purple pattern skirt on the bottom, and her knees were swaying with her feet, and she walked out of the bustle of a group of people alone, and she hurriedly stepped over the door. The old lady followed, on crutches.

As soon as the two elders sat down, without waiting for them to speak, Feng Juncheng woke up like a dream, opened his eyes and looked at Mrs. Dong and the old ancestor, "Mother... Why did you still call the old ancestor here? ”

The old lady said distressedly: "I'm coming, you're not feeling well, I'm going to come and see you?" ”

"My grandson is not filial, let the ancestors worry about it, you see, I slept much better, I was just a little feverish, and now I feel that I have already retreated."

Mrs. Dong reached out and stroked her son's forehead, "It's hot, and my face is red." She got up and asked the doctor to come and see, "See, is it a cold?" ”

The doctor pinched Feng Juncheng's pulse and probed the temperature at the back of his neck, Feng Juncheng couldn't bear to exhale, so as not to let the doctor smell the wine.

The doctor said: "It's hot, Master Cheng should have had a fever first, and it has subsided at this time, but there are still some palpitations, nothing else." ”

Mrs. Dong was distressed and puzzled, and reached out to touch Feng Juncheng's forehead, "Good boy, why do you still have heart palpitations when you hurt the wind?" I think you've been learning hard behind closed doors these days, and when your dad comes home from duty, I'm going to let him come to see you and see what you've become. ”

Feng Juncheng closed his eyes a little weakly, "Mother, I can get up, there is turbidity in this house, so please ask the ancestor to go back first." Dad doesn't have to come, I'll greet him tomorrow morning. ”

Dong sighed, so dignified, why did she suddenly get sick, she looked at Feng Juncheng who was lying on the bed with conviction, "You lie down, I will send the ancestor and the doctor out first, and then ask the kitchen to prepare some light food for you." ”

"Got it."

Seeing everyone go out, Feng Juncheng silently raised his hand, covered his heart that was beating wildly, and spit out a long turbid breath of wine.