This one or two, it's not worry-free.

......

Zhao Feng returned the original way, just passed by a warm pavilion, and a woman walked out of the green trees and came in the opposite direction. She was tall, with narrow sleeves, and her skirt reached only to the knees, revealing snow-white sprinkling trousers, and a pair of small brute boots underneath.

She was also carrying a flower pot in her hand, and the orchids in the pot had withered, and the leaves were black from the bottom.

Even the clay pot with clay weighed at least fifteen or six catties, and she could pick it up with only her thumb and forefinger, as if she was carrying a light paper shell in her hand.

This dress is easy to move, and there is no inconvenience of ordinary skirts, but unlike the women Zhao Feng has seen, he subconsciously took a second look, and then he was stunned.

The woman also saw him, and her eyes were slightly surprised: "Little shopkeeper, why are you here?"

Counting the Fengxue Temple and the lantern shop, this is the third time the two have met.

Before Zhao Feng could speak, the little guy on the side had already said respectfully: "Zhao Gongzi sent a relic to Aunt Yang, and he has already met the old lady just now." ”

"Aunt Yang?" the woman raised her eyebrows, "Which Aunt Yang?"

"Back to Miss Nine, Nine. The little girl stumbled, "It's the uncle of the third lady's family." ”

She hadn't been home for a long time, and she was becoming more and more unfamiliar with her relatives, and some of the names she had only heard once could not be remembered. The woman let out a long sigh: "It turned out to be the third brother-in-law." She looked Zhao Feng up and down, "Who are you?"

"I am a student of Master Yang. Zhao Feng coughed lightly, this woman's eyes were so sharp, he was a little uncomfortable, "The master is in Xiji Township, and he has lived next door to my house for more than ten years. Before he died, he entrusted me to deliver the relics on his behalf. "This Miss Nine is not small, Master Yang is in her thirties, she looks less than twenty, but she calls Master Yang brother-in-law.

The woman smiled, revealing a mouthful of bright teeth: "You opened a lantern shop in Chunming City, which is also his last wish?"

"Well, that's not really. Zhao Feng said, "That's my family handiwork." It's just that there are no relatives in the township, and now that he has come out, he simply takes root here.

He looked curiously at the flower pot in the woman's hand: "What are you?"

"And he raised the flowers to death. She smiled bitterly, "These flowers have been growing vigorously in the warm pavilion for six years, and I have only been back for half a month, and they have died one after another, this is the third pot! After a pause, he said, "I heard that burying flowers is an elegant thing, and I was about to go to the garden to dig the soil." ”

Hearing her say heartily, Zhao Feng couldn't help laughing: "Orchids are not easy to raise, so it may not be your problem." ”

"Really?" she said in a bad breath, "what about the longevity flowers and jasmine?"

Zhao Feng had nothing to say. These two kinds of flowers are tenacious, and it is not ordinary people who can raise them to death. And this girl seems to be careful about the flowers and plants.

As he spoke, there was a commotion outside.

Before Zhao Feng could listen carefully, the woman pointed to the direction of the gate and said, "You'd better go quickly, trouble is coming." ”

"Oh good. Zhao Feng immediately strode forward without hesitation.

The woman felt strange: "Don't you ask why?" She walked side by side with Zhao Feng, and her speed did not fall at all.

Zhao Feng said honestly: "You are the master, I think it is best to listen to the master as a guest in another house." ”

The woman chuckled.

But at this time, the noise became louder and louder, as if someone was running quickly.

The woman shrugged her shoulders and whispered, "Ah, I can't hide." ”

In someone else's house, Zhao Feng was inconvenient to run away, so he had to listen to the footsteps getting closer and closer, and then a female voice shouted: "Stop!"

Zhao Feng didn't stop, and the female voice added: "That kid in front of you stop!"

The boy had no choice but to stop, and when he turned around, he saw a noble lady walking briskly, ringing and full of pearls, and her age was only in her early thirties. Another girl followed her, looking familiar.

The lady had a good face, but her eyes were red and swollen, and her voice was whimpering: "It's you, you send something for that conscienceless person?"

“...... Be. As soon as she spoke, Zhao Feng immediately knew her identity:

Yang Xiangliang's widow, the third granddaughter of Mrs. Feng, Feng Lingshan.

She was holding a jade pendant in her hand, which was exactly what Zhao Feng had given to Old Man Feng before: "Why don't you hand it over to me directly, hmm? Why do you want to hand it to your grandfather, are you afraid that I will ask the east and the west?"

"Mother's ......" The girl standing on the side couldn't help but tug on her sleeve, and her mother was so excited that she didn't pay attention to her at all.

Her eyebrows are clear, and she is a little similar to Feng Lingshan, and she is also the girl who was robbed on the street yesterday. At that time, Zhao Feng didn't take it to heart when he heard Miss Nine call her "Qingying", and I don't know how many women with the same name in the world. Who knew that we would meet in Fengfu today.

That is to say, she is the daughter of Feng Qingying, whom the master specially mentioned.

However, Zhao Feng didn't have the time to talk to her at this time, because Feng Lingshan was standing here, and the fragrance was blowing in the wind, and his nose was itching, so he hurriedly took half a step back, and secretly said that this master lady has a great temperament.

Seeing the young man retreat, Feng Lingshan approached again, and said excitedly: "That dead man abandoned his family and daughter for ten years, did he find another woman outside?"

Zhao Feng waved his hands continuously: "Master, clean himself, no, never ......" Speaking of this, he couldn't help it, and quickly turned his head and sneezed.

It's so fragrant, he can't stand the strong fragrance of fat powder.

Seeing that Feng Lingshan's fingers were about to poke Zhao Feng's face, Miss Nine on the side couldn't look at it, so she stepped forward and stretched out her arms to separate Feng Lingshan, "Third sister, don't be impatient." ”

Her voice was cold, even a little commanding. The subordinates next to him secretly said that it was not good, Feng Lingshan's temper had always been bad, and now he was emotional.

But instead of getting angry, she obediently took a step back.

Zhao Feng subconsciously glanced at the woman. Fang Cai Xiaowu called her Miss Nine, and she called Feng Lingshan the third sister, the young and the young were orderly, Feng Lingshan was older than her, why didn't she dare to talk back, and seemed to be in awe of her?

The woman added, "People cannot be resurrected after death. ”

It was this sentence that made Feng Lingshan like a balloon that had been punctured, and her momentum was sluggish, but the tears of the bean were pouring down.

She still has feelings for Yang Xiangliang, even if she hates day and night, she thinks that heaven and man will be separated forever and never see each other again, and she suddenly feels uncomfortable.

From now on, there will be no one to hate.

Zhao Feng also felt sad in his heart, and his eyes quietly reddened: "Master, please mourn." "Since he called Yang Xiangliang as a teacher, then he should indeed be honored as Feng Lingshan's master.

The ninth lady was stunned from the side: Isn't this man going to cry?