Feng He reacted quickly, and ran in with a team of guards, and waited on several civilian officials with his fists. The beating made people dizzy and dragged, and the chaos subsided.

From beginning to end, the first assistant Lu Chijing didn't say a word, his expression was as quiet as looking at the distant mountains.

As an example of a hundred officials, he doesn't spend much time taciturn, and Wei Yan is suspicious and asks his opinion.

He has always had the reputation of being upright, rigorous and honest, and he is in favor of the household inspection and is willing to act as the presiding judge.

He is the leader of the court, and if he acts as a pioneer, he can stop many people's mouths. Wei Yan couldn't ask for it.

The fever period came fiercely, the stone hanging in her heart fell, and she showed fatigue in an instant, stretched her waist, and announced her retreat. Going back to Yangxindian to drink a bowl of milk, take a break, change into casual clothes and go straight to Donghuamen.

There, Feng He also changed his clothes and waited for her with a horse.

The destination is naturally the West Gate.

Wei Yansi hadn't seen Yanjing in the morning, and the pedestrians and vendors walked in a hurry, as if visiting a temple fair, it was prosperous and beautiful.

It was fresh everywhere in her eyes, and the air was fresh. She leaned back slightly and took a deep breath into her abdomen.

She jumped off the horse and bought some gadgets, all her daughter's favorite things-rouge gouache and snacks.

Together with Chunlai and Fenghe, in the shade of a tree on the street, I ate the almond pastry I just bought.

She ate a gentle meal, squeezed the crumbs in one hand, and then asked Feng He, "Is it delicious?"

Feng Hemune let out an "um".

She asked about spring coming again.

"It's delicious, it's the best one rewarded by the master."

Wei Yansi joked: "Let's learn less of your godfather's glib tongue."

Suddenly remembered forgetting to ask the Supreme Emperor for mint and jasmine, and let Feng He remember it for her.

"Yes." Feng He stuffed his mouth with the remaining half of almond pastry, ran to the bookstore across the street, bought a small book and a small wolf pen, and wrote them stroke by stroke in the notebook.

Wei Yansi admired his serious attitude towards work, and looked at it, and was ugly by the ghostly characters.

She rode on the horse again and put on her hat.

Feng He picked up his notebook and came to lead the horse, his mouth opened and closed, as if he had something to ask but couldn't ask.

Wei Yansi was really uncomfortable for him. After reaching in, he touched his collar. The sun was shining brightly, the collar of his clothes was high, and the glands were so stuffy.

She unfolded her fan and fanned her head towards the neckline, fearing that someone might see the glands, she only fanned it twice and then stopped, chatting with Fenghe to distract her: "If you have something to ask, please."

Feng He squatted: "Master, do you really like Qinghui County Master?"

"...Who...who said I like her."

Fenghe doesn't like to turn his brains, and bluntly said: "You use your hot face to stick to people's cold **** every day, don't you like it?"

This question is also puzzled in the spring, like a little fox with ears raised up high.

Guai Fenghe's words were too hurtful, and Wei Yansi pierced him with the light.

She knew very well that her dedication to Qu Jinying was due to alpha's instinct—a strong possessiveness. The people she marked should be her possessions, but they didn’t want to belong to her and love her. She ignored her, which aroused her eagerness to win.

This is the inferior nature of alpha, it is something in the bones, which cannot be restrained by reason.

And she is unwilling to mark others again, and will be especially greedy for the fragrance of Qu Jinying's body in the fever period.

Interestingly speaking, Qu Jinying's body fragrance is more appetizing for her than omega's pheromone, and fascinates her even more.

Wei Yansi looked at the children competing in front of Cuju: "Do you have someone you like?"

"no."

"Then how do you know that I like Qinghui County Master?"

Feng He said dumbly: "The slave has exceeded the rules."

Wei Yansi patted the horse's neck: "We are friends after we are out of the palace. There are no slaves but no slaves."

Feng He raised his head when he heard this, and immediately Wei Yansi was bowing his head and smiling at him.

His footsteps floated for a while, and he said a word with a voice that was as thin as a gnat, only he could hear it.

When he arrived at the West City Gate, Qu Jinying was still absent, and I didn't know if he expected Wei Yansi to come and escaped early.

However, Qu Jinying's unique scent remained in the shed. If there was nothing to drill into Wei Yansi's nose, the fever period seemed not so difficult to endure.

The monk could not run away from the temple. Wei Yansi slid his hem and sat at the table of the Eight Immortals.

The people have gotten acquainted with her, chatting with her one by one. There is always a warm smile on her face, which makes people think she is a good-tempered person.

In a blink of an eye, I caught a glimpse of a chubby middle-aged aunt's eyes that were not friendly, with a sense of scrutiny.

She asked: "This mother looks at her eyes."

"...The slave maid is the mother in charge of the second room of the Hou Mansion. She was only sent to help yesterday. His surname is Sima."

Wei Yansi handed her hands, and politely called her Mother Sima.

Mother Sima's eyes rolled around, changing into an intimacy expression, wiped her dirty hands on her apron, walked a few steps, and sat at the corner with her.

The flesh of the cheeks shook a few times, and he smiled and asked, "Dare to ask the son who is his last name?"

Wei Yansi is not easy to answer, worrying about rumors that will be unfavorable to Qu Jinying. Perfunctorily, Mr. Boshan Wang’s tent came to take care of the porridge shed. At this moment, he will come to Qinghui County for the King of Boshan. The main message.

"The son is extraordinary, not like a tent—."

"What is Mama Sima doing?"

"Hey, there are not many slaves and maidservants. It is nothing more than two new stoves. There are too many victims and the porridge can't make it. It's okay to have two more pots." She spoke extremely fast, and the topic turned to Wei Yansi again. Talking, "The young man speaks beautifully in Mandarin, have you passed the fame test?"

"This…"

Snapped!

Feng He slapped the sword against her tea bowl, and threatened in a deep voice, "Don't ask about my son!"

With a murderous aura, she ran straight up to the heavenly spirit cover along the soles of her feet in a chilly manner. Mother Sima's lips paled in shock: "Talk to me... As for..."

She took a sip in secret, shivered back to the pile of mud and rocks mixed with water, picked up the long stick and stirred it, keeping her eyes on Wei Yansi, she found a wide angle of vision, and kept staring at the person.

The atmosphere in the shed became awkward, and no other people came to talk.

Wei Yansi estimated that Sima's mother's status in the Hou Mansion was not low, and people could not easily offend her, so she deliberately distanced herself from her.

Boom!

She had already annoyed Qu Jinying, and now even the servants of the family were offended.

Fortunately, there was spring to deal with this occasion. He took out the snacks he had just bought and put them on the table, calling for everyone to eat together. The scene became more lively in a flash.

Without the master present, people occasionally slack off, eat snacks, and laugh in a circle around Wei Yansi. When they are in great interest, they talk about the gossip of the Hou Mansion mysteriously.

From the death of the mother of the big house, to the seizure of the concubine's room in the second room, to the third room in the middle, there are no people on both sides. It's so exciting.

Wei Yansi was fascinated by it. It turned out that Qu Jinying was the host of the county, and life in the back house was rarely complete and harmonious, so she asked Qu Jinying's preferences and learned that her favorite thing to do is knocking melon seeds.

Wei Yansi was quite surprised, and said with a smile: "This girl is weird and cute."

The sweet girl, dressed in a beautiful goose-yellow dress, was accompanied by a small willow, curled up outside the porridge shed, her face slightly stunned.

Xiao Yangliu spoke on her behalf: "You will be lazy as soon as the county owner is away. Haven't you tasted family law for too long?"

Everyone is a bird and beast, tighten your necks, and all belong to you.

After Xiao Yangliu had finished cursing, she saw Wei Yansi and got along a few times. She touched Wei Yansi's temper so that she was not afraid that she was the notorious faint monarch, and said in a bad mood: "Why are you here again?" "

Wei Yansi squeezed out a little green bead hairpin from a bunch of gadgets: "A thin gift, I hope you don't dislike it."

Seeing the salute, Xiao Yangliu opened his eyes, laughed and jumped to Qu Jinying's eyes, put a small gift on the side of his face, and asked excitedly: "The county lord, does it match me?"

Qu Jinying glanced at Wei Yansi unintentionally, and his eyebrows were gathered an inch in the middle.

She had a bad complexion, and the scared little willow shrank a lot. She took the pearl hairpin and placed it in her palm to observe: "It looks good. When I return to the Hou Mansion, I will comb a nice hair style for you and plug it in."

"Xie County Lord."

Little Yangliu shyly approached the table of the Eight Immortals without any boasting from her daughter's house, picked up the fluttering teapot, and shook it left and right: "Ah, it's empty, you wait, the maidservant, go and cook a pot."

In places where the sun is not bright, the black eyes fluttering around in the spring, the fingers seem to be tangled, and finally the courage to behave and said: "Sister Yangliu, let me go."

He was young, with red lips and white teeth. He was even more beautiful than the niche on the stage, especially the clear eyes, which made people most likely to let go of their guards.

Xiao Yangliu couldn't bear to refuse, and handed him the teapot.

He took it in a hurry, and when he turned around, he took out a small pill bag the size of a thumb from his arms.

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