Chapter 34 Dog Shit
Song Shuqing touched Feng Tianxing's back, trying to comfort her daughter. This child's actions made her very worried.
For example, she secretly took Yuan Jie and hid behind the old lady's bed. This was too bold.
What if the old lady got angry? She, as a mother, was not around.
And the fire, it was set off at any time.
It really made people tremble with fear.
"Ruyue, perform well in the poetry meeting, don't let Princess Chen look down on you, go out is not like at home, control your temper. Women should be gentle and docile." Ruan Ruoying taught. "
Mother, I know." Feng Ruyue acted coquettishly, she didn't like to listen to her mother's nagging and preaching.
She was the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion, and she was also the object of many people's flattery when she went out.
After leaving Renshouyuan, Song Shuqing felt that the air was much more fragrant.
If only we could split up the family, we wouldn't have to look at the faces of that family.
The second wife attacked the first wife like this, but she didn't mean to kill anyone. After all, he was Feng Zuwen's brother from the same father.
At night, Feng Tianxing slept in her own little bed and fell asleep early.
In the middle of the night, Feng Tianxing woke up and entered the space.
[Xiao Hei, my master is unhappy again.] Feng Tianxing looked at Xiao Hei in distress.
"Who bullied you? Tell me, I will help you get revenge. My master Hei Feng, who is so bold?"
[My little aunt bullied my mother for a piece of clothing, and today she wore new clothes to show off in front of my mother. That dress is too eye-catching. I don't want her to wear it to show off on the day of the poetry meeting. ]
"Isn't this easy to do? I'll go burn the clothes." With a slight stretch of its tongue, it could spray out the Nanming Li Fire that no one could extinguish.
"Don't be so violent, just make the clothes dirty so that she can't wear them when the time comes." She was still very kind. If it was dirty, she could wash it and wear it again.
That's money. The Marquis's Mansion is not rich now.
But there is no silver in her spiritual plant space.
She doesn't need that thing, she only has spiritual stones.
There is also silver in the world of cultivation, but it is only the currency used by mortals, and cultivators generally don't use it.
There are also laws of heaven in the world of cultivation. Cultivators cannot kill mortals indiscriminately, otherwise they will be punished by heaven. In
serious cases, all cultivation will be abandoned and they will be reduced to mortals.
"It's just a small thing, I will make you satisfied, but the reward must not be less." Xiao Hei took a big bag.
Feng Tianxing smiled slyly, and threw Xiao Hei out of the space with a wave of his hand.
[Master! ] Feng Tianxing shouted loudly in her heart.
After a while, an old man like a fairy floated over.
With his hands folded, one hand brushed the dust and fell naturally. On his kind face, with a smile, a few white beards moved automatically with the wind.
He is Feng Tianxing's master in the world of cultivation, and also the spirit of this space.
This spiritual plant space was created by the way of heaven.
It was also Feng Tianxing's good luck that an accidental opportunity made it recognize the master. She had the opportunity to practice the art of alchemy, and the spirit of the weapon also taught her to practice martial arts.
The old man of spirit plants brushed the dust, and the tail of his whisker brushed Feng Tianxing's face, but it didn't hurt her, like the caress of a loved one.
[Master, my relatives in this life are very good to me. Can I use space to make a fortune?]
Feng Tianxing blinked her smart eyes and looked at the master. That look was to win the master's favor, hoping that the master would agree.
Feng Tianxing and the old man of spirit plants also communicated with each other through consciousness.
"You are a good child who knows how to be grateful. Your parents in this life can give birth to you, which is also their blessing."
[Master, do you agree?] The old man of spirit
plants nodded.
[Master, I want to use a piece of land to grow precious medicinal materials in this mortal world. Is it okay?]
The old man of spirit plants nodded again.
[Great, thank you Master. You have to help take care of me. Feng Tianxing blinked mischievously.
The old man of spiritual plants reached out his hand lovingly and touched Feng Tianxing.
This child is also kind in the world of cultivation. As long as no one takes the initiative to provoke her, she will never hurt anyone.
If she meets someone who can be saved, she will save him unless he is an unforgivable criminal.
This is also the reason why the spiritual plant space is willing to live with her.
People with such character are rare in the world of cultivation.
——June
28th is the day set by Princess Chen for the lotus viewing poetry meeting.
Early in the morning, Feng Ruyue got up and put on her makeup. She wanted to attend the poetry meeting with the most beautiful makeup.
She didn't care whether she could write poetry or not.
There are not many women who can write poetry and write poetry well.
Who doesn't go there with the intention of catching a golden turtle husband?
She asked her maid Zishu to comb her hair into a stunning bun. The hair was fluffy and beautiful, giving people a light and elegant feeling. The most important thing was that this hairstyle could show the beautiful neckline of a woman.
Invisible temptation!
Paired with a set of exquisite headwear, it was really beautiful.
She was also beautiful, a 17-year-old girl, youthful and energetic.
"Hurry up and bring my new clothes, be careful not to get them dirty." As soon as she opened her mouth, her image suddenly changed.
Zishu ran to open the cabinet and took out the clothes. The young lady
wore it before when she went to visit the old lady and came back, and immediately took it off and put it away, waiting to wear it to the poetry meeting today.
But why does this dress have a strange smell?
Zishu couldn't help frowning.
Holding the clothes, he came to Feng Ruyue, and Ziqin helped to unfold it.
The smell was stronger.
"What's that smell? It's so bad?" Feng Ruyue fanned herself with her hands, trying to get rid of the discomfort.
But it was useless.
"Oh, Miss, why is there such a big piece of dirt on your clothes?" Ziqin called out.
"Let me see?" Zishu turned to the front and took a closer look.
It was even stinkier, and Zishu almost vomited.
A bowl-sized piece of dirt was right in front of her chest.
Zishu pinched her nose and leaned in to take a look. The smell was even worse, but pinching her nose didn't help.
But she finally figured out what it was.
"Miss, it looks like dog shit." Zishu reported her findings with difficulty.
She had seen it many times when she was a child on the farm.
"What did you say?" Feng Ruyue couldn't believe her ears.
Feng Ruyue hurried forward to check. The light gray thing and the unpleasant smell made her rush directly into the bathroom and vomit all over the place.
She had never seen such a thing up close in her life, and she vomited out a cup of tea out of disgust before she felt relieved.
Ziqin handed over the tea, and Feng Ruyue drank three cups in a row before she suppressed her disgust.
"You two, tell me the truth, what's going on?" Feng Ruyue was furious, her ferocious expression was as terrifying as if she wanted to eat someone.
The two maids were so scared that they trembled and immediately knelt down and kowtowed.
"Miss, I don't know either. You put it away after wearing it that day, and kept it in the closet. You never took it out once." Zishu explained hurriedly.
She felt so wronged. She put the clothes away herself.
But it must be in good condition when she put it away. She dared to guarantee it with her life.
But the reality was in front of her.
"Find out who did it for me, I must skin her alive." Feng Ruyue was furious. "
Miss, only the second lady has come to our yard recently, no one else has come, and only I and Ziqin can enter this room, this..." Zishu talked about the situation in recent days.
"Could it be my second sister-in-law? It can't be her. If it was her, she wouldn't have to give me the material."
But who could it be?
The master and the servants couldn't figure it out.
"Miss, it's too late." Ziqin reminded.