For more than a long time, the fragrance came back, and I simply returned from the fragrance, because the kung fu of a cup of tea was not enough after the fragrance came back.
No peers, listen to good news in the house.
"Stay incense, are you sure things are everything?"
"The lady is relieved, and she wasn't so easy to handle. I met a one who owed a gambling debt. The creditors just went to the gate of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs to ask for money, and the slaves bought him.
I do a good thing, and the other half of the bond will also help him pay off. "
"Girl is excited."
"Who makes our lady smart."
"Sweet mouth, have you eaten honey?"
"No! Well, lady, why haven't you seen this package? I still have seen it, and I wrap it again."
Li Xiang said that Feng Hongyu has not been disassembled by the cash back, and now there is nothing to do, but to see what the Jin king gave.
Open the package, it really is nothing more than a dress, there is nothing to look good.
She lost it later, but Li Xiang seemed to find something unusual, shouted: "Miss Miss, how can your green autumn costume become a pink winter?"
"Huh?" I don't understand what Liuxiang said.
"Look, this pattern, Miss doesn't remember, King Jin was waiting for you in the back door that day, you didn't just wear this dress."
One said, it is really.
Especially after Li Xiang, the clothes are expanded. Compared to in front of you, the familiar tricks are not the stolen green autumn costume. It turned out that the thief was stolen by the thief of the Jin King.
Feng Hongyu was speechless, she would not forget that when she deliberately appeared in front of him wearing a green, he was not very happy but didn't say anything.
It turned out that it had long been counted. She had to steal her clothes and replaced it with a powder.
"Miss Miss, and letters, do you want to see?" Liuxiang was at the bottom of the package and found a letter.
The envelope is covered with waxes, and five words on the envelope: Feng Hongyu kisses.
Don't open up the current affairs, the dowry appreciates clothes, Feng Hongyu opened the letter, there is a piece of white letter paper, on the letter paper, a strong and powerful font, saying a sentence:
Three autumn.
Simple and eight words, no other. Although Feng Hongyu warned himself not to be stupid, he fell into the gentle circle of men, but he couldn't help but get a heartbeat and feel annoyed by his heartbeat.
Yes, I Xiangdao: "This dress is given to you, I don't want it."
"Ah, lady, let's not say that the lady is a head taller than the slaves. This dress can be swept on the slave. It is said that this was sent by the Jin King.
"Okay, then I lost it, where do you lose it?"
"Miss……"
"Can't you go?" Feng Hongyu sank.
Li Xiang saw that she seemed to be moving, and only Nuo Nuo said: "Okay, then the slave will throw this clothes and throw it to the place where the lady can't see."
"Hmm!" Feng Hongyu responded coldly, and suddenly felt that he was too funny. For a piece of clothes given by that person, he left incense and tone.
, I responsible. "
"Okay, that lady, the slaves went out first."
She hugged her clothes and left. At the door, Liu Xiang sighed deeply. In fact, in her opinion, King Jin was pretty good. She originally thought he was as shameless as the rumors, but after meeting him a few times, he was not like that.
, seems to be infatuated with the young lady. Didn’t the young lady have a good relationship with Prince Jin before? How come now, she is so irritable and disgusted with every piece of clothing given by others.
Of course she didn't dare to throw it away, so she had to find a place to put it away first.
Why don't you just put it in her clothes pile? The lady won't go through her clothes anyway.
After making up her mind, she went to her room. At the corner, she met Qingchen, the fire-stoking girl from the house. The two of them couldn't communicate, so they looked at each other and smiled, passing by each other.
Feng Hongluan didn't expect that Qingchen would come to see her.
There was only silent communication between the two of them. Qingchen came in and showed his blessings to say hello.
Feng Hongluan gestured and asked her - what's the matter?
Qingchen also gestured - there was a huge mouse in the woodshed. The servants were frightened and wanted to find someone to help. But today they all went to visit the master, and the remaining two were old and frail and could not help, so they just
Can you come and ask the lady for help?
A mouse, not that much!
Qingchen has been working in the kitchen for many years. Rats and cockroaches should be familiar to him, so he wouldn't be so frightened.
But after all, he was young and would be scared if he met a huge mouse. Feng Hongluan didn't think much about it, but smiled gently.
——Let’s go and have a look.
The two of them went to the kitchen together. As soon as they entered, Qingchen pointed to the innermost part of the woodpile.
——There.
Through the dense firewood, a black shadow could indeed be seen. Feng Hongluan calmed down. She was not afraid, but animals would bite when they were anxious, so she had to be wary.
She took a firewood stick and moved the firewood away little by little. When she reached the innermost part, she became nervous and pushed the firewood away quickly, always ready to crush the mouse.
Unexpectedly, she pushed aside the last bush of firewood and saw that there was a man's black boot inside, not the big black mouse she imagined.
The boots are nine layers new, but even if they are broken, who would leave them in a secret place like the kitchen?
Suddenly, she thought of the man's footprints she saw on the snow in the morning, and she frowned: "Could it be..."
Behind her, Qingchen pulled her sleeves.
She retracted her thoughts and looked at Qingchen, only to see Qingchen making gestures.
——The boots were not found in the firewood I brought back yesterday evening.
——You mean, there were no boots here before yesterday evening?
Qingchen nodded.
Looking at the boot, Feng Hongluan's eyebrows tightened, she picked it out with a bamboo stick and gestured at Qingchen.
——I'm going to find out who it belongs to, but don't make it public yet.
Qingchen nodded again.
Feng Hongluan hugged her boots with a large kitchen rag and walked out. Qingchen came up and pulled her sleeves.