Halfway there, Liu Xiang was too obsessed with guessing his master's thoughts, and accidentally tripped. He opened the umbrella, got up hurriedly, held the umbrella, and said: "Master, I'm sorry."
Feng Hongluan turned around and said, "Liuxiang, are you afraid of me?"
Liuxiang quickly denied it: "This slave is respecting the master."
Feng Hongluan sighed deeply, and held Liu Xiang's hand affectionately: "I don't need you to respect me, and I don't need you to be afraid of me. You just need to know that no matter who I design, I will not design you and my father.
I won't use tricks on anyone, but I won't use them on you and my father. I just want to be of the same mind as you and don't want you to be afraid of me, you know?"
In the past, Liu Xiang always smiled playfully with her, but now Liu Xiang seemed to be becoming more and more restrained and frightened in front of her. Her every look and word seemed to scare her. She
She admits that she has become "very bad" and has become a stranger to Liu Xiang, but she doesn't want to be separated from Liu Xiang.
"Little Miss, slave, slave..." Liuxiang seemed to want to say something, but she hesitated.
"Just say it."
"My slave feels that the young lady has changed!" He said it quickly and in one breath. After finishing speaking, Liu Xiang knew that he was guilty and was talking about his master's rights and wrongs, so he knelt on the ground.
Feng Hongluan was startled and quickly helped her up: "There is water on the ground. Do you want to hurt your legs? Silly girl, I didn't say I wanted to blame you. Why are you kneeling?"
"Miss!" Liuxiang raised her head tremblingly and looked at Feng Hongluan cautiously, "I think the master has changed."
"Haha!" With a chuckle, Feng Hongluan reached out and patted Liuxiang on the shoulder, "If I say that I had a dream about a god, the god told me that the people around me are not what I see.
, I have to be careful and take care of myself, otherwise I will be killed by these people, do you believe it?"
Liu Xiang was dumbfounded when he heard such a fantasy thing.
Feng Hongluan looked at her silly look and laughed: "Silly girl, I'm joking with you. Dreams can't be considered real. Reality and experience are real."
She looked deeply at the sky, seeming to be talking to herself or to Liu Xiang.
Liu Xiang seemed to understand: "Have you experienced anything, Miss?"
"The pain is too much to live, the body is burned by the fire, the separation between life and death."
"What!" Liu Xiang was startled when she heard this. How could she not know that the young lady had experienced this?
But Feng Hongluan burst into laughter again and said, "I haven't finished speaking yet. I will never experience any of the above."
"Huh..." He breathed a sigh of relief and Liu Xiang smiled, "That's right, Miss is a rich man. Our master will rise to the top and replace the general. From now on, Miss, you will be the legitimate daughter of the General's Mansion. Mr. Ling is also among the people.
Dragon and Phoenix, you are in bad luck now, but one day you will become famous, and maybe you will be able to give the lady a royal wife, which will be very glorious."
After saying that, she looked at Feng Hongluan, and saw a deep coldness in her eyes. This coldness was even more chilling than the cold rain in late autumn. She couldn't help but trembled: "Little Miss, is that right, slave?
What did you say wrong?"
Feng Hongluan looked down at her, the coldness in her eyes was too strong to dissipate, and she said word by word: "Liuxiang, I will not marry Ling Che, not even to death."
Shocked, completely shocked, it was obvious that the young lady's friendship with Mr. Ling had weakened, but Liu Xiang did not expect that the young lady would use such a decisive and cold tone to say that she would never marry Ling Che.
What happened to the young lady? Don’t you love Mr. Ling so much? A day without seeing you is like three autumns apart. How dare you break up with me if your love is as strong as the sky and the earth?
How come, now, all that love in my heart has turned into hatred.
"Little Miss..."
She didn't know what to say or what to ask, but she didn't know what to say or what to ask.
"Liu Xiang!" Feng Hongluan restrained her Ling Lie gaze and looked at the umbrella above her head with some indifference, "Have you always been curious about why I hate Ling Che so much and why I want to frame my second mother?
"
"Miss!"
"Because..." She paused for a moment, raised a bloodthirsty smile on her lips, and looked at Liu Xiang, "They deserve to die."
"Miss!"
Even though she still didn't know the reason, she could only look at Feng Hongluan's expression and face and knew that these people must have done something that was sorry for the young lady. Liu Xiang was loyal, but she would not forgive anyone who had wronged the young lady, even the emperor.
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"Liuxiang, you have to remember what I said. Don't let yourself know too much and live in confusion. Sometimes it is a good thing. Seeing too clearly can be painful."
This is a profound statement. Although Liuxiang is young and doesn't quite understand what it means, what the lady said is correct.
"Miss, I will remember the fragrance."
"Starting from tomorrow, I will deliver food to Erniang every day and get some warm quilts."
"Yes, miss." Don't let yourself know too much, the miss said, so all she needs to do is never to doubt the miss's purpose again.
"Early the morning after tomorrow, Ling Che and I will go to Taiguan Temple to pray to God to prepare some vegetarian dishes for me."
"Yes, miss."
"Go back and change your pants later. Your knees are soaked. Be careful of the cold getting into your body."
"Yes, miss."
*
Since ancient times, Gyeonggi has been the most prosperous, with willow-painted bridges and wind curtains.
But no matter how prosperous the place is, there is always a place that is filthy, filthy, poor, backward, smelly, with decaying buildings and depressed.
This is the slum, a gathering place for the poor in the capital. Most of the people here are not locals of the capital. Some came to Beijing to visit relatives due to drought in their hometowns but failed to find relatives. Some came to Beijing to beg for money along the road, and some came to Beijing to beg.
She was sold by her parents, brothers and sister-in-law to a wealthy family as a maid and concubine, and she couldn't bear the humiliation and escaped.
In short, this is a gathering place for all kinds of poor people, old, young, sick and weak, you can see them everywhere.
The appearance of Feng Hongluan was in stark contrast to this dilapidated place. Although she disliked this place a little, she knew that the best place to choose chess pieces was to come to a place like this.