"What happened to Ru Feng asking you to inquire about?" Jun Yanqing turned around lazily when he heard the sound and said to Ru Feng a little boredly.

Ru Feng naturally felt his master's boredom. She felt that after hearing the news, the master would naturally be in a good mood.

"Master, it's true that as my master expected, Wen Wen, the palace maid who went to the Liyuan, received the bullying of almost the entire palace maid." As he said that, Ru Feng was a little ridiculed. The key to being a person is to have a self-knowledge. If he had a natural beauty, his identity would naturally not be extremely criticized. But the slightly better-looking style was just a bit more captured in this palace.

There are some methods of bullying in the harem that are invisible, so the master does not need to do anything. Such a unique national teacher's favor is naturally not so good. The master cannot speak out. These people have countless ways to make Wen Wen call him "Heaven is unresponsive" and "The earth is not effective."

"That's a good show." Jun Yanqing looked disgusted, and she felt a moment of loss of consciousness when she looked at the silver-like rain falling from the bamboo curtain.

Today is not just something, but she can't be interested. If she had received this news on weekdays, she would have been happy. But now she feels bored. Jun Yanqing herself doesn't know what went wrong. She just feels that something in her heart is about to break out of the cocoon, and she is so bored.

Seeing Jun Yanqing's even more boring expression, Ru Feng also smiled. What's wrong with the master? He likes to hear these things the most on weekdays, but today he looks so disgusted.

"Go out." Jun Yanqing was really bored, and felt that he was even more indescribable disgust in the same pavilion as Ru Feng, and he felt a little more tired in his tone.

Ru Feng saw Jun Yanqing's disobedience and wanted to say another sentence, but when he called his master such a bad expression, he stopped talking and owed to retreat.

Before leaving, Ru Feng looked back slightly, and the door of the pavilion was still coldly closed. The rain hit the outside of the corridor, hitting the water.

She probably cannot touch the affairs of her master. Even though Jun Yanqing has always treated her like a sister, she is just treating her. She always understands how big a gap there is between her master and slave, and this gap cannot be filled even if they have a lifetime.

She has always been so serious when she sees things, and will not indulge in it, and will not be sad.

After ticking his lips, Ru Feng held the oil paper umbrella and walked back to the rain. The butterfly loves the butterfly on the oil paper umbrella, the flowers are blooming in full bloom, and the butterfly lingers. But if it is a defeated flower, there is still the butterfly willing to stay, will the dead leaf butterfly?

"Confucian style." Confucian style looked back when he heard the call, and a man in blue clothes smiled warmly in the rain, as if he had a glance for thousands of years.

The sound of rain was still ticking. The butterfly flower-loving oil paper umbrella on the ground was curled by the wind, and the hit of the rain gradually became worn out. It no longer had the aesthetic meaning of the past, and the rest was only broken.

Jun Yanqing in the pavilion seemed to feel that she was a little too indignant after a moment, and was afraid that Ru Feng would become a little disgusted with her.

But soon, she recited that she was just a little irritable. Now that the Confucian style has come into contact with her, what does it have to do with her? Jun Yanqing actually has never liked to be close to others. Confucian style is the first, the first person who is willing to be equal to her. It is this rare equality that makes her feel that Confucian style has different from others.

But sometimes, she also has a headache for this too equality.

As she recited this, Jun Yanqing seemed to be sleepy, and her eyelids drooped involuntarily. At the moment of losing consciousness, she seemed to smell the fragrance of the land that the rain hit the green grass and lied to you.
Chapter completed!