Chapter Thirteen Entering Xiaoyiju for the first time
Zhuo Ye knew that he was powerless to resist. He had seen Feng San's ghostly movements last night and the sword on his waist, which showed that Feng San was a person with martial arts skills. She had only practiced Sanda for a few days.
How can people compare with such ancient martial arts masters? Now they can only wait for them to confirm that Feng Qi is healthy before looking for an opportunity to leave. Anyway, she has not thought of the next step. With such a person who provides food and accommodation,
The place where the money is taken is also good.
Not long after, the carriage stopped in front of a tall mansion in the west of Fengcheng City.
"Ahem... Feng Qiqing coughed and said to Zhuo Ye, who still had his eyes closed: "Miss Zhuo, we're here, let's get off the car."
When Zhuo Ye opened his eyes, he found that Feng San had already gotten off the carriage, and Feng Qi was looking at her with a smile. Zhuo Ye ignored Feng Qi, opened the curtain and walked out.
Zhuo Ye looked at the mansion in front of him, with high courtyard walls and a vermilion gate. Two mighty stone lions stood on both sides of the gate. Under the gate were neat bluestone steps. Looking up, there was a plaque hanging above the gate.
, written with three big characters: Xiaoyiju.
Zhuo Ye looked at the plaque and cursed in his heart: "Xiaoyiju? The name of this mansion is very leisurely. It's a pity that the owner is a bit evil. It really ruined the name..."
Feng Qi, who then got out of the car, saw that Zhuo Ye was just looking at the mansion calmly, with no surprise or fear in his eyes, so he couldn't help but nodded secretly.
The boy had already called the door. At this time, someone came out of the house to greet him. An old man who looked like a butler in his fifties called excitedly: "Third Young Master! Seventh Young Master!"
Feng San nodded at him and took the lead in entering the house.
"Miss Zhuo, please." Feng Qi made a gesture of invitation to Zhuo Ye.
"Zhuo Ye will be a servant of your mansion from now on. Aren't you afraid of losing your master's status when Seventh Young Master is so polite to me?" Zhuo Ye said sarcastically.
Before Feng Qi could speak, the young man in green clothes beside him took the lead and said angrily: "You woman are so rude to the young master! Did you know..."
"Qingzhu! Shut up!" Feng Qidian shouted, then looked at Zhuo Ye apologetically: "Miss, are you still angry?"
"How dare Zhuo Ye?" Zhuo Ye said angrily. She now hated his hypocritical face that seemed gentle and amiable.
"Alas! Miss Zhuo doesn't have to be like this..." Feng Qi sighed softly: "Let's go in..."
Zhuo Ye remained silent and followed him into the gate of Xiaoyiju.
In fact, Zhuo Ye is a person who doesn't get angry easily, but she doesn't like this feeling of being forced...
Feng Qi turned around and ordered the housekeeper who was following behind her: "Butler Feng, prepare a comfortable courtyard for Miss Zhuo to rest in."
"Yes, Young Master Seven." Butler Feng nodded in agreement.
"Ahem... choose two smart girls to serve you." Feng Qi added.
When Butler Feng heard Feng Qi's cough, his expression changed and he hurriedly said: "Young Master Qi, are you...are you sick?"
"It's no longer in the way." Feng Qi smiled lightly and then said, "You can take Miss Zhuo to rest first."
Butler Feng glanced at Feng Qi worriedly again, then turned to Zhuo Ye and said, "Miss, please come with me."
"Thank you, old man." Zhuo Ye said to the housekeeper.