Renzi Scroll, Section 177: Charming can also kill people's hearts
Letting Feng Ziying wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, Xiuyan bit her lips gently with her beautiful eyes filled with emotion, "Brother Feng, are you sympathizing with the fate of the poor little sister?"
Feng Ziying laughed dumbly, put down her hand, and shook her head: "Why does Xiuyan underestimate herself so much? Brother Yu can't help himself."
Xiuyan's cheeks turned redder, her clear eyes were like a deep spring, and she hesitated to speak.
"Okay, Xiuyan, don't think too much. Brother Yu didn't expect this turn of events. He originally thought that you had nothing to do with the Jia family. Who would have thought that your father would be involved in such matters as pardoning Shi Bo?
Leading to such a result,..."
Feng Ziying pondered and said: "Brother Yu is also helpless at the moment, but when it comes down, Brother Yu will find a way to rescue you and your father-in-law first."
A flash of surprise flashed across Xiuyan's beautiful eyes. She had given up hope, but she didn't expect that Brother Feng would give her an unexpected surprise when he arrived.
"Brother Feng, is this really okay? Don't do it just because of your little sister..." Xiuyan looked forward to it.
"Don't worry. Why did Brother Yu do such illegal things? Naturally, we will deal with it in accordance with the laws of the imperial court. Your father's matter has nothing to do with you and your father's hall. As for the financial disputes, it is naturally difficult for the family to clarify. If it must be
If you figure it out, you can just hand it over on bail pending trial, which is not a problem." Feng Ziying paused before saying: "That means you have to deal with the Ministry of Punishments, which may take some time. My sister should not be anxious while she is in prison."
A look of determination appeared on Xiuyan's face, and she pursed her lips and smiled sweetly: "Brother Feng, don't worry, my little sister understands and will be careful and patient, waiting for the good news from Brother Feng."
Seeing that there were still tears in the corners of Xiuyan's eyes, she smiled sweetly, like an orchid suddenly blooming in an empty valley, which made Feng Ziying's heart skip a beat. Because the two of them wanted to avoid being observed by outsiders, Feng Ziying turned her back to the outside, and Xiuyan was right on Feng Ziying's chest.
They were so close that Feng Ziying couldn't help but bow her head and kiss her delicate red lips.
Xiuyan felt as if struck by thunder, her whole body was stiff, and she didn't know where to put her hands, but the joy, joy, excitement and pleasure in her heart were hard to suppress.
For girls in this era, it is almost impossible for a man to marry someone else after a kiss like this. Even for engaged couples, the rules are more strict, and they can only meet each other once at most, and it is impossible to even hold hands.
And Brother Feng actually kissed himself?
Feng Ziying was not completely helpless, but more of a pity and desire to encourage the other party, encouraging the other party to persevere in prison.
In Feng Ziying's opinion, Xing Xiuyan's lawsuit should be much simpler than Tanchun, Xiangyun and the others, and it would be much easier to escape. He is also sure that he can get Xiuyan out soon, but the relationship between Xiuyan and himself has not yet been resolved.
They were so close to each other, and he also knew that Xiu Yan actually had a great crush on him. In that case, it was better to show off and book a place.
Looking at the helpless Xiuyan gently and firmly, Feng Ziying shook her hand again, and then said warmly: "My sister is waiting for Brother Yu, don't worry..."
Until Feng Ziying left, Xiuyan was still immersed in the complex emotions of excitement mixed with fear and joy. She even ignored the subsequent inspection and detention of Long Jinwei, which made the two children Zhuan'er and Dou Guan... The maids thought that their girl had been frightened.
After leaving Lu Xueguan, Feng Ziying came to Ou Xiangxie.
Shi Xiangyun was also overjoyed to see Feng Ziying coming.
Shi Xiangyun, who had already been mentally prepared, was not surprised at all when the raid came. No matter which side she came from, she could not escape, the Shi family or the Sun family, and staying in the Jia family was just to find more companions.
She didn't have many personal belongings in the Champs Elysees, so she seemed very calm.
Feng Ziying did the same thing after she arrived. She found a secluded place to comfort herself.
Perhaps because he had let go a long time ago, or because he felt that his future would be ill-fated, Shi Xiangyun's emotions were much more passionate than those of Tan Chun and Xiu Yan.
Feng Ziying also fully felt the passion of this girl who dared to love and hate, which made him more determined to find a way to save her.
When she walked out of the Champs Elysees, Feng Ziying took a deep look back, then quietly put the fragrant bellyband in her hand into her sleeve and hid it.
This was Shi Xiangyun's last love token left to him. Both Feng Ziying and Shi Xiangyun knew that although Feng Ziying vowed to rescue her, it would be too difficult, far better than Tanchun and Xiuyan, and the court would not tolerate it. Qi Yongtai and Qiao Yingjia would not allow Feng Ziying to be so unscrupulous.
Feng Ziying also felt more and more the cruelty of this era. Even though she had reached the fourth rank and was the dignified Prime Minister of Shuntian, she still did not have much initiative in this kind of matter and she still needed to be patient.
The only way is to accelerate growth and grow to the point where everyone needs to take their own opinions and attitudes into consideration before they can have no scruples about these things.
In a word, any suffering comes from your lack of strength.
The situation here in Nuanxiangwu is similar to that in Lu Xuegang. Xichun is originally a cold-tempered person and is not very particular about daily expenses. In addition to the frequently used pens, inks, paper, inkstones, music, chess, calligraphy and paintings, even clothes and jewelry There are only a few of them, which may have a lot to do with the fact that she is a girl from Ningguo Mansion and just lives here.
Gu'an
When Feng Ziying entered, Xichun was standing alone in front of the window, looking out the window indifferently. Zheng Hui hugged Xichun's arm tightly and lowered his head, seeming to be frightened by the rude actions of the fans.
Seeing Feng Ziying come in, the girl who entered the painting was the first to cry and shouted "Uncle Feng is here". Xichun woke up from her meditation, turned around suddenly, took two steps quickly, and then realized that the occasion was inappropriate. He stopped and stopped talking.
Feng Ziying knew that she had always been like this, so she just nodded with a smile. Xichun was blessed and whispered: "Brother Feng, you are here."
"Of course I want to come." Feng Ziying looked around, "My sister has not been wronged, right?"
Xichun's face turned slightly red and she shook her head, "But they are all personal belongings. If they want to seize them, just seize them. The little girl can't take these things away anyway."
"Oh?" Feng Ziying looked at the soldiers and soldiers who were obviously much lighter in their movements, and asked casually: "Isn't there anything worthy of my sister's concern?"
After Xichun was startled, her face suddenly turned red, her eyes were a little more tender, and she hesitated: "There is one thing that I am a little bit reluctant to part with. I am afraid that after they check it, if it is not taken care of well, I will not find it..."
"Is it valuable?" Feng Ziying thought it was jewelry or antiques. It would be troublesome to take it away and keep it for her. It would be better to wait until it is on sale and buy it back.
"It's worthless. It's just a painting that my little sister scribbled casually. It would be great if Brother Feng could take it back and keep it for my little sister."
Even more intense, her hands were twisting the sweat towel, and she didn't dare to look at Feng Ziying.
Feng Ziying was confused and turned her head: "What kind of painting is it? Brother Yu, just go and get it. If my sister painted it by herself, then there is no problem. Brother Yu can keep it for you."
Xichun bit her lip and walked towards her embroidery room, followed closely by Feng Ziying.
Zhao Wenzhao winked at the two fans who wanted to follow him, and the two of them walked to the edge of the embroidery room without going in.
Anyway, they had already rummaged through the embroidery room, but there was nothing of value. Xiao Feng Xiuzuan obviously wanted to steal the heart of the girl in trouble in front of him, so why should he offend Xiao Feng Xiuzuan for such a thing?
There is a scarlet felt curtain hanging outside Xichun's boudoir, which adds a bit of warmth out of thin air. It is indeed a Nuanxiangwu.
The boudoir was not large in size, with a gauze curtain lightly closed, and the covers on the bed had been lifted. Apparently they had checked it out, and the dressing table mirror and brocade stool had been thrown aside, making it extremely messy.
The doors of the five-drawer cupboard and wardrobe next to them were also opened wide, and all the clothes and bedding were taken out and placed on the ground, probably before they had time to take a closer look.
It was obvious that these people were not here for these worthless things, but wanted to find items such as jewelry and treasures inside. Unfortunately, they were disappointed.
Following Xichun's gaze, Feng Ziying saw a painting hanging on the wall at a glance.
The painting is facing the shark gauze tent and can be seen by looking up, but it is difficult to see from outside the door.
Xichun's steps were hurried, but her face was a bit shy. She was not tall, so she tried to take down the painting with her feet on her feet.
Feng Ziying took two steps forward, holding onto Xichun's thin waist while looking at the painting carefully.
There is no doubt that this is a meticulous portrait of myself.
In the painting, he is majestic and tall, with a heroic look between his eyebrows. One hand is behind his back, while the other hand is slightly raised and placed in front of his lower abdomen. He seems to be looking ahead, and looking at the shape of his lips, he seems to be talking.
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Looking at the surrounding environment, Feng Ziying felt a little familiar, and she suddenly came back. Isn't this the scene when she was composing poems in the Aojingxi Pavilion that day?
There are some figures around the scroll, but they are somewhat blurred and shadowy, but there is a petite and beautiful figure among them. Although the face cannot be seen clearly, looking at the figure, there is no doubt that it is Xichun himself.
At the bottom of the scroll, there are two lines of small gold characters, "The sky is covered with frost over the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is worried about the past. Looking at the moon to protect each other, I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals."
He knew this without even thinking about it, and Feng Ziying was speechless. It seemed that his glance had really penetrated into the heart of this girl Xichun, making this girl obsessed and unable to extricate herself.
"Is this what my sister said?" Feng Ziying sighed and supported Xichun so that Xichun could take down the painting. "Why bother?"
Xichun's bright eyes showed a hint of aura, and her pink cheeks shone: "This is my treasure."
