Seeing the other party's face clearly, Fu Yan took a breath of cold air. He really didn't mean that enemies would never get together.

The original owner came from the Pingkang Marquis Mansion, and when the princes seized the throne, the Pingkang Marquis Mansion was the party of the fourth prince, and the Fengying Mansion was the party of the second prince. After several years of fighting, the party of the second prince lost to the party of the fourth prince, and the second prince was deposed.

All men from Fengying Gongfu were exiled. As the eldest son of Fengying Gongfu, Mu Ding'an naturally could not escape such a fate.

It's just that the cunning rabbit died and was cooked by the lackeys. Just a year later, the Pingkang Palace suffered an even more terrible disaster. All the men were beheaded and the women were expelled as official slaves.

If she had been convinced by the defeat, Mu Ding'an would not have disliked her so much. It was just that at that time, Pingkang Houfu and the fourth prince used shameful means to destroy the second prince's party.

Fu Yan's mind was spinning rapidly. At this time, if she wanted to protect herself, she had to show weakness.

She lowered her eyelids: "You have also seen my current situation. Of course, if you want to take revenge, that's okay."

Mu Ding'an's fists were tightening, and the black water in his eyes seemed to swallow up the thin woman in front of him. It was obviously a sunny day, but Fu Yan could clearly feel a coldness spreading throughout his body.

She tensed her body, preparing to face the misfortune that would fall at any time, but there was no fear on her face. Even if she died, she would die with dignity.

Mu Ding'an felt that the anger in his heart had dissipated somewhat when he saw Fu Yan waiting for death in such a submissive manner.

"I won't kill women, get out of here now."

If the Fu family takes one more look, he might not be able to help but take action.

Let's go. She was unfamiliar with the place. Where could she go? Fu Yan turned her little head. The kitchen was also deserted. The iron pot was chipped and the bowl was missing corners.

"Can I rely on myself to get something to eat instead?"

The man looked her up and down. She was thin and thin, with not much flesh on her body. Even trying to warm her bed made him feel uncomfortable.

Sensing the strange disgust in the man's eyes, Fu Yan knew that the man was thinking of going somewhere unspeakable.

"I can clean up the house and cook." Fu Yan added.

Mu Ding'an was silent for a moment.

This dilapidated home has never been taken care of, and it always feels like something is missing. What's more, the rich daughter of the Fu family comes to do these menial tasks in exchange for a ration of food in his hands. It feels a little satisfying to think about it.

"You, sleep there."

Mu Ding'an pointed to the pig pen.

Fu Yan knew that even if he kept her, Mu Ding'an would not be able to treat her well. It was important to save his life now.

"Do you have a knife?" Fu Yan asked.

Mu Ding'an ignored her and walked into the kitchen with long legs. After a while, there was noise of tinkering in the kitchen.

Looking at Fu Yan's condition, she couldn't be expected to cook the day before.

Who the hell, Fu Yan slandered, but because she had this body, she had to bear all the sins the Fu family had done.

She finally saw a sickle in the corner, picked it up and started mowing the grass in the yard. During the escort, she only ate one hard cake every day, and after the collision, her body was extremely weak, but she still gritted her teeth.

, tried her best, and when the aroma of rice was almost wafting in the kitchen, she finished cutting an armful. She shuffled into the pigsty holding the withered grass, and spread it on the ground as a bed.

She couldn't do anything else for the time being. She first needed a place to rest and take care of herself.

Fu Yan walked into the kitchen. The meal was ready and a fire was lit in the earthen stove. She saw Mu Ding'an pouring a ladle of water into the big pot, then throwing in several large pieces of fish, and then adding a little salt.

Oil.

The movements are quick and done in one go.

Put the cold water in the pot, add the cold water and add oil. The fish pieces were still so big and the fish scales were not scraped off. Fu Yan's jaw almost dropped in shock.

Is this how Mu Ding'an lived during this year of exile?
Chapter completed!