"The flowers in the forest fade, spring is too fast, and I have no choice but to come cold rain and wind in the evening. The rouge tears are drunk, when will it be heavy? It is the longing of regret for life and the water will grow east." A gentle and soft female voice came faintly from a small courtyard in the southwest corner of Fengfu, one of the four major families of the Nanyang Dynasty.

The voice is soft and gentle. Anyone who hears such a sound feels like a wonderful song of immortal music and can't help but make people think. People who pass by the southwest wall of Feng Mansion can't help but stop, and a stunning face can't help but reflect in their minds, called Feng Mansion's eldest lady Feng Qingyan.

Feng Qingyan is the eldest lady of Feng Mansion and is also recognized as the first beauty and talented woman in the Nanyang Dynasty. It is not surprising that she can write such poems. People who were attracted by the sounds and poems outside the wall all showed a look of yearning on their faces, and they all wanted to witness the legendary first beauty with their own eyes.

Not asking for warm fragrance and soft jade in your arms, but only asking for a first sight is a great blessing in life.

However, Fengfu is one of the four most powerful families in the Nanyang Dynasty. It has a high gate and courtyard, and its high walls are comparable to those of Nanyang's city walls. Many romantic young men who stop outside the wall can only sigh at the wall.

It was noon at this time, and the sun was shining on the ground, roasting directly on the heads of people. Everyone seemed to be holding a big stove. But they still looked inside the wall and had no intention of returning.

After waiting for a while, no sound came from the wall. A faint fragrance could be smelled from the wall. The fragrance hit the mouth and nose, making people feel excited and floating in the air. The pair of eyes looked inside the wall, and the desire was even stronger. I wish I could grow a pair of perspective eyes to see the beautiful appearance of the beauty inside the wall.

"It's true that people live in a long and regretful way!" A gentle and soft voice sounded again. The people outside the wall were instantly excited and quickly stepped forward, pressing their bodies against the wall, listening with slight ears, but they didn't hear the wonderful song of the fairy sound again. They could only hear a cry, as if they were howling: "Ah! I hate... I hate..."

The harsh sound came out of the wall through the high wall. People took a few steps back one after another. The timid one fell directly to the ground, and the brave one was not much better. Their faces turned pale in an instant.

It can be seen how ugly the sound is, which is rare in the world of penetration.

"Ah... I hate... I hate... Why did you kill me... I won't let you go even if I become a ghost..." Another wail that was several times more unpleasant than before, gloomy and terrifying, as if it really came from hell, causing the person who heard it to be cold.

The people outside the wall took a few steps back again, quickly covered their ears, the timid one had fainted, and the timid one could only barely support it. A pair of eyes looked at the high wall in front of them in horror.

"Ah...I hate..."

The wailing sounded again without stopping, and not only covered their ears, but directly covered their heads, but still couldn't bear to leave. Some people were afraid that the beauty in the wall would suffer something, so they could just push down the high wall and save the beauty.

However, it seemed that there was no chance. At this time, another crisp female voice in the wall interrupted the wailing voice: "Miss Seven, what do you hate?"

"Ah...haha, Cui'er! Is it you? It's not me who hates it, it hates it!" The wailing voice turned into a cheerful and excited voice in a blink of an eye: "You're here just right, come and try the snake soup I made!"

"Snake Soup?" The female voice was puzzled, and then she screamed: "Ah... Miss Seven... You... You... You... You actually eat snakes..."

"Miss Seven?"

"God! Miss Seven?"

"So it's Miss Seven?"

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The terrified screaming sound penetrated the high wall again and spread outside the wall. When the people outside the wall heard the three words "Miss Seven", their faces were as dark as the color of the earth, and they suddenly dispersed in horror. The speed was faster than lightning, especially the young man who thought he was beautiful and talented. In a blink of an eye, even a sparrow outside the wall disappeared.

It can be seen how influential the three words "Miss Seven" were in the Nanyang Dynasty.

Bai Xiaosheng's beauty list rated the seven most beautiful beauties in the world, and the Feng Mansion of the Nanyang Dynasty occupied two. One is the eldest lady Feng Qingyan, known as the world's number one beauty. She is beautiful and talented and beautiful. Everyone dreams of marrying her as a wife. She is called the model of women in the world.

Another one is that Miss Feng Qi in Feng Mansion is beautiful and has a beautiful beauty, but she is treated differently. Everyone is frightened by the wind and the birds and beasts scatter wherever they pass, and they rise up and run away.

Miss Feng and Miss Feng Qi are two famous figures in the entire Nanyang Dynasty. The former behaves as a lady, smiles dignifiedly, and loves poetry and verses. The latter also behaves as a "lady" and "dignified" and likes to collect handsome men in the world to keep their love.

The former was made a goddess by social ethics, and famous ladies rushed to imitate them. The latter was not tolerated by this society or despised by the world.

Whether they are worshipped by the world or despised by people, everyone has their own way of living, and after several years, both of them have lived well.

Miss Feng Qi is getting better and better, and Miss Feng is also in the limelight.

"Oh! Cui'er, what's the cry? It's so ugly! Didn't you notice that your voice scared away all the cute people outside the wall? Stop it!" At this time, Feng Yunqing was wearing a white cotton robe, with a fat and big robe, making her look petite. Her face was covered by powder and her long hair was scattered. If it weren't for the daytime, the person who saw it would have thought she had hit a ghost.

"Miss Qi... Seven... That's a snake..." Cui'er was wearing a pink embroidered short jacket, with a swaying long skirt on her hem, a beautiful face, a little powdered face, a hairpin tied with black hair, and a neat makeup. She was obviously a maid, but she looked more like a lady. At this time, she was trembling and retreating from Fengyunqing, looking at the big pot not far away in horror.

There was a high fire under the pot, and there was a steaming heat in the pot. Flowing aromas drifted out of the pot, and the fragrance blew in every corner of the Fengfu. Those who smelled this fragrance couldn't help but guess how delicious it was in the pot, but Cui'er, who had just seen the things cooked in the pot, knew that they were two snakes, and they seemed to be cooked snakes.

"Isn't it just a snake?" Feng Yun glared at Cui'er with a angrily voice: "What's there to make a fuss about? Look at you scared away those who love me outside the wall."

"Ai'e?" Cui'er couldn't help but twitch when she heard this. She looked at Feng Yun glaring at her, pulled the corners of her mouth, and said softly: "Miss Seven, they ran away by themselves when they heard your name. It's not me at all..."

"That's also your fault. If you don't scream, will they know it's me?" Feng Yun glared at Cui'er and refused to admit that it was his reputation that was so bad to his grandma's house.

"Miss Seven, have you forgotten? When I first came, your voice was much scarier than mine." Cui'er was unwilling to give up Fengyun's slightest pushing the blame on her. Who in the entire Nanyang Dynasty knew about Miss Seven's quirks?

"Uh..." Feng Yunqing was speechless. She remembered her crying at the two snake wolf in the pot. She seemed to be too excited just now. The corner of her mouth twitched and looked at Cui'er: "Is my voice really too scary?"

"Yes, Miss Seven's voice...well...is scary!" Cui'er said sincerely.

"Oh! My image is completely ruined now!" Feng Yunqing stomped his feet in annoyance, walked around twice, turned his head, and looked at Cui'er with a pair of eyes that were almost covered by rouge and powder, looking forward to it: "What should I do?"

Cui'er was stunned, but she was originally a delicate person, and for only a moment, she suddenly understood Feng Yunqing's annoyed look and said: "Miss Seven is the true nature!"

"There is nothing to do with true temperament! What I want is a handsome man! Do you know the handsome man?" Feng Yunqing gave Cui'er a blank look and swear words rushed out.

"But Miss Seven, there are more than a hundred men in your Tibetan Pavilion!" Cui'er didn't care about Feng Yunqing's rude words, or was accustomed to it. She reminded her with a smile.

Feng Yunqing frowned when she heard this, lowered her head in annoyance, and said depressedly: "But they ignored me!"

Cui'er looked at Fengyun's beautiful eyes flashing, and then showed a look of distress. She then tentatively suggested: "Cui'er thinks that Miss Seven's true feelings may not be enough. If it is enough, they will naturally pay attention to you. Don't forget that you snatched those young masters back."

"Hmm? How do you be sincere?" Feng Yunqing's eyes lit up when he heard this. He raised his head in an instant, looking at Cui'er: "Do you have any good solutions?"

"I have no good idea, either." Cui'er shook her head. Seeing Fengyun glaring at her, she immediately turned her eyes to look at the big pot with a raging fire not far away, and suggested: "Miss Seven's snake soup is the best among the delicious food when you only smell it. You might as well take it over and taste it with you guys. Maybe the boys will like the little lady when they are happy."

"Yes!" Feng Yunqing's eyes lit up again when he heard this, he looked at the big pot happily, and said excitedly: "Why didn't I expect it! Let's give it to them to try."

Feng Yunqing's eyes lit up after hearing Cui'er's words. He hurriedly walked to the big pot with steaming steam. Looking at the two snakes with strong fragrance in the pot, his little face covered in powder immediately became excited.

Cui'er stood far away and looked at Feng Yunqing, with a smile on her face, and her beautiful eyes hiding invisible mockery.

"Haha, it really smells so good! Don't blame me for cooking you. Who told you to bite me? To apologize to me, let me eat you. Never turn into a ghost to come to me! It's your honor to be able to get into Fengyun Qing's belly. This is also called death!" Fengyun Qing looked at the two snakes in the pot, the fiery red snake body, the red crown, and the cooked snake body seemed transparent, like a top-quality blood jade, so beautiful!

Sure enough, good things are beautiful, and only beautiful things are good.
Chapter completed!