019 Untouchables
Faced with the passionate, petite and cute maids, Feng Qingchen was too embarrassed to use any harsh measures.
Why should women make things difficult for other women?
She couldn't just follow the example of these women and make things difficult for her. This would only lead to a cycle of revenge. Most importantly, being entangled by women was very troublesome.
Now, she has a headache.
One woman is like five hundred ducks, so there are almost ten thousand ducks around her.
Suddenly, Feng Qingchen's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said loudly: "I just came out of the morgue and accidentally stepped on a "corpse". I haven't changed my clothes yet, and I don't know if there is anything dirty on my body. Please make way. If you have anything to say, wait until I change my clothes first."
"ah!"
"The morgue?"
"dead?"
“How terrible.”
The screams, one louder than the other, hurt Feng Qingchen's eardrums.
Oh my god! This high note makes me want to die.
Feng Qingchen held his head in pain.
Fortunately, she sacrificed herself by returning the hug. The maids who had just been crowding around Feng Qingchen, all retreated and moved away from Feng Qingchen in a few seconds.
There were so many people that some fell to the ground. In the panic, their hands and feet were stepped on and they screamed loudly.
"Ouch, who stepped on my hand..."
"Someone pull me..."
"My face, who is walking towards my face..."
"My shoes..."
For a moment, the front door of Feng Mansion was very lively. Looking at the maids who were about to fight, Feng Qingchen smiled, calmly stepped back and walked towards Feng Mansion.
As they walked, he kindly said, "When you go back, remember to tell your young lady that Feng Qingchen will appear on time at Princess Anping's flower-viewing banquet on March 3rd during the Peach Blossom Festival. If you want to see Qingchen's excitement, go find Princess Anping..."
After saying that, he waved to the young man holding the dead snake standing at the door, indicating that she should follow him into the house.
The young man hesitated for a moment, but at Feng Qingchen's insistence, he carried the snake cage and lowered his head as he stepped into the Feng Mansion.
The maids who had fallen to the ground and were crying, immediately wiped their tears when they heard the news, and ran back home quickly without caring about their messy clothes or dirty shoes.
I quickly asked my young lady to find a way to get an invitation to attend Princess Anping's flower viewing banquet. If the young ladies were happy, I, the maids, would definitely receive a reward.
But Feng Qingchen didn't know that her words had forced Princess Anping to turn the flower-viewing banquet that was supposed to be for 200 people into one for thousands of people.
Even Princess Anping couldn't make any arrangements and had to run to the Queen Mother.
When a few calm maids saw Feng Qingchen come in, they waved to a young man who was dressed in rags but had a pretty good look to enter the Feng Mansion, and their eyes lit up.
He ran back home as fast as he could and told his master the news.
Thus, there was one more rumor about Feng Qingchen that spread among the young ladies of various families, and that was...
Miss Feng was unwilling to be lonely and unable to marry a rich man from the capital, so she started hanging out with the hooligans on the street.
Good news never travels far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. This is an iron rule that applies to any era.
This news spread immediately.
Every family and mansion in the imperial city sternly warned their sons and daughters to stay away from Feng Qingchen and not to get involved with her, otherwise their reputation would be ruined.
Of course, more people, when talking about this person, do not forget to say two sentences:
"If this were my daughter, I would strangle her to death immediately. It's really shameful for her to be alive..."
"General Feng is so pitiful, having such a prostitute daughter..."
"The Queen is too merciful. People like this should be thrown into a pig cage..."
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Feng Qingchen had no chance to hear these rumors, but later when Feng Qingchen went out of the house, he could occasionally see some young men wandering around outside the Feng House, showing off their strong bodies from time to time. Of course, this is a story for later.
After Feng Qingchen brought the young man into the Feng Mansion, he kindly boiled some water and found a set of General Feng's old clothes for the young man.
After the cleaning, the boy seemed like a different person, with a fair face, delicate features, and a handsome appearance.
However, the clothes on his body were too big for him, and coupled with the snake venom, his face was very pale and he looked like a patient.
When the young man appeared in front of Feng Qingchen, Feng Qingchen's eyes lit up.
I didn’t think much of this young man when he saved people before, but now it seems that he exudes nobility from head to toe, and it seems that he must come from a good family.
However, Feng Qingchen was not a curious person. When he saw the young man coming out, he greeted him naturally.
"You haven't had dinner yet, let's do it together."
Pointed to the fragrant snake soup on the table.
Feng Qingchen hadn’t eaten meat for a long time and was almost dying of cravings.
Without waiting for the boy to sit down, he started moving.
After eating for most of the day and not feeling so hungry anymore, Feng Qingchen raised his head and looked at the young man who was still standing there:
"Don't worry, this snake is not poisonous. Also, don't worry, I won't throw you to the police."
After saying that, Feng Qingchen blinked and looked mischievous.
She is a cheerful and optimistic person by nature, but because of her job, she has to remain cautious and calm most of the time.
After all, the knife in her hand determines a person's life or death. A scalpel can save people or kill people. If she can't keep calm at work, she may turn from a white angel who saves lives into a white butcher.
“You know?” The boy’s eyes widened and his hands unconsciously pressed on his left shoulder.
There is a stigma there, a stigma that represents untouchability.
Feng Qingchen nodded: "I saw it by accident."
Feng Qingchen didn't care about it at first, but when he came back he realized that the stigma of the word "cheap" seemed to represent untouchables in this world.
The so-called untouchables are those who have committed crimes and have been sent to quarries or mines to do hard labor.
The boy was very weak, but his hands were intact. He must have escaped while being taken to the quarry or mine.
"Then you..." Still took me in. The boy hesitated.
Harboring untouchables is a serious crime. Once discovered, the person who harbors them will be reduced to the ranks of untouchables.
No one would take such a big risk for a stranger.
Feng Qingchen shrugged indifferently and said casually, "It's OK as long as no one knows."
"This brand is so obvious, how could no one know about it?" The young man smiled bitterly. He was also a person without a household registration, and sooner or later he would be found out.
"Isn't it just a brand? If you believe me, I can help you remove it." Feng Qingchen said while eating snake soup.
It tastes really good. It seems my cooking skills haven't deteriorated.
Although there are few seasonings here, the snake tastes delicious.
"What did you say? You, can you help me remove the stigma of a bad name?" The young man stepped forward excitedly and held Feng Qingchen's hand.
"Be careful, be careful, you spilled my snake soup..." Feng Qingchen quickly slapped the boy's hand away, looking unhappy.
The emperor is the most important person when it comes to eating, and she is not full yet.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." The young man quickly stepped back and held Feng Qingchen's smooth hands, only to find that the other person was a woman. She lowered her head, her face flushed red.
He was so excited that he lost the most basic etiquette.
After all, once the stigma of a lowly reputation is branded, it will last a lifetime and that stigma cannot be erased. The word "lowly" has been treated with a special potion, so even if a layer of flesh is cut off, the new flesh that grows back will still have the word "lowly".
Once you are branded as “lowly”, there will never be a chance for you to turn things around and you will be a pariah for the rest of your life.
Being a pariah means being inferior to others forever and never seeing the light of day...