Vol 3 Chapter 2713: Her husband, she came to pet

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The culture of gambling on rocks attracts a group of people who flock to it. Some people become rich in a day, and some become beggars instantly.
Yi Feng was full of curiosity about this mysterious place. Before getting off the plane, he took Yi Long to discuss the most famous Shimingju market in Nanling State.
Before leaving for Nanling Country, Yi Yunrui bought a villa worth more than 200 million here for the brothers and sisters to settle down.
Since Cheng Dongshu is proficient in the Nanling national language, he was arranged by Yi Yunrui from Tianqi a few years ago. He is taciturn, but he is very capable of doing things.
Knowing that the young master and the young lady will be here this afternoon, he had been waiting at the airport early in the morning. Yi Long and Yi Feng took Yijia’s private jet. After getting off the plane, they exited the special airway and saw Cheng Dongshu, who was waiting respectfully.
"Master, miss."
Cheng Dongshu leaned over forty-five degrees and introduced himself: "I am the housekeeper sent by Mr. Yi. My name is Cheng Dongshu. I will take care of you during my days in Nanling Country."
"Hello Uncle Cheng." Yi Feng greeted the middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses sweetly. Yi Long nodded and gestured, and looked up and down the uncle Cheng.
The people sent by Daddy, they are naturally 10,000 at ease.
Sitting in the extended Lincoln car, Yi Feng lay down comfortably on the chair and took a sip of the coffee that Uncle Cheng handed over. His face was full of surprises. This coffee...
"This is a niche coffee bean produced by Nanling State." Seeing that Miss Cheng Dongshu didn't seem to hate this coffee, she added a word in due course.
"It's very special, with a mellow and rich taste, and a slight caramel flavor. I will drink this in the future!"
Cheng Dongshu nodded.
Seeing that Yi Long didn't mean the slightest flattery on his face, he was able to win Yi Feng's favor as soon as he came up. It seems that he has done a lot of work beforehand. This trip to Nanling Country must have no worries.
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Lan Qing'er looked at Feng Yumo's untouched elegance in front of the world, and couldn't help sighing, a child who doesn't care for his parents is like a grass. Neto had a rough life, but he is still being watched by a vicious stepmother. With Feng Yumo's current ability, he can't beat the high queen. If he wants to survive in adversity, Feng Yumo needs to work step by step.
But Feng Yumo is her husband! Well, no one hurts, she just hurts!
The maternal love in my heart expanded instantly, and Lan Qing'er said, "If you don't worry, then watch it here, but don't bother me and the crown prince. The crown prince has many eyeliners around, so be smart."
Xiaoyu has been a maid for many years, and her mind is very clever. After hearing what Lan Qing'er said, she nodded: "Don't worry, Miss, Xiaoyu understands, Xiaoyu knows what to do."
Lan Qing'er nodded, and saw the white-flowered buns steaming at the stall beside her, so she walked over to buy a few, then bought two bowls of hot meat porridge, packed it up, and walked to Feng Yumo. .
"Come on, lunch."
Feng Yumo was stunned, "Wife, this..."
"What's this, lunch? Although there is no big fish and meat, let's eat it." She said, pushing the steamed buns and meat porridge elsewhere.
Feng Yumo took out the shriveled money bag, untied the rope, poured a few pennies out, looked at the meat porridge and steamed buns, forgot it, and whispered, "My wife, my husband doesn't have enough money."
As soon as he said this, Lan Qing'er couldn't wait to pat him on the head with one hand: "I am a husband and wife, do you still have to be so clear?"
Lan Qing'er's fierce words shocked Feng Yu
On the spot, it took a long time before he said: "Wife, what did you just say?"
Lan Qing'er gave him a white look; "You call me my wife, then what am I you?"
Feng Yumo blinked, then lowered his head and smiled, put the copper plate back into the purse, tightened the leather strap, and placed it in front of her: "My wife, this is the money my husband made today, although there is very little...hope Don't dislike your wife."
Feng Yumo's eyes were clear to the bottom, and Lan Qing'er's heart warmed as she listened to her voice like a fairy tale. This is money handing in, is his wife holding money?
"Okay, I'll accept it." Before Feng Yu finished her words, Lan Qinger poured out the copper coins from her purse and took it back from her body: "It's better to eat hot meals than cold ones. Eat quickly. Neto "
Feng Yumo smiled and nodded, eating steamed buns and meat porridge with a happy face.
Seeing him slowly chewing and tasting with a smile on his face, like eating a delicacy, Lan Qing'er squinted her eyes, secretly thinking that the handsome guy is so easy to be satisfied.
After the two had lunch, Lan Qing'er sat beside him. At this moment, I saw Qin Lan holding a basket and walking over. The basket was filled with Feng Yumo's lunch.
When Qin Lan approached, Lan Qing'er saw that the basket was filled with only a bowl of white porridge and a small dish of vegetables. The white porridge was still more water than rice. It couldn't be simpler.
Lan Qing'er felt nervous.
With the folding fan closed, Lan Qing'er stood up and blocked Qin Lan with the fan: "Girl, the crown prince has already used lunch, please take it back."
Qin Lan looked alert, looked at her carefully, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"
Lan Qing'er smiled slightly and approached Qin Lan and said, "I am a very important person in your house."
Qin Lan's face sank, and her hand moved, and a shimmering knife was placed on Lan Qing'er's neck: "Say, who are you, why are you approaching my master?"
"Qin Lan!" An urgent shout came from around, Feng Yumo hurriedly stepped forward and took the knife in Qin Lan's hand: "Don't be rude, she is Qing'er!"
"Qing'er...?" If Qin Lan is thinking, after thinking for a while, she looks at Lan Qing'er as if suddenly remembering something, her eyes are full of incredible colors: "Are you...the concubine?"
Lan Qing'er smiled faintly, and shook the folding fan very coolly.
Qin Lan's expression changed, and she leaned quickly, "Subordinates are rude, I hope the crown prince and concubine will forgive me."
"It's okay, anyone who doesn't know is not guilty." Dare to believe that this imperial concubine has never been to the imperial prince's mansion, otherwise a shrewd expert like Qin Lan would not recognize it.
"Qin Lan, take the lunch back, let it go, and wait until I come back to eat it in the evening."
"Yes, the crown prince." Qin Lan replied and looked at Lan Qing'er: "Niang, then Qin Lan will go back first."
Lan Qing'er nodded, Qin Lanchao and the two leaned back and turned to leave.
Seeing Qin Lan's leaving figure and the white porridge in the basket with more water than rice, Lan Qing'er felt tight again.
How to eat such a simple food can only basically maintain the body's daily basic energy activities.
"Wife, Qin Lan was rude just now, and her husband made a no to his wife and hoped that she would not mind." Seeing Lan Qing'er looking at Qin Lan's back, Feng Yumo thought she was still caressing, and apologized again.
Lan Qing'er smiled slightly and turned to face him: "His Royal Highness, is Qing'er such a person?"
Feng Yumo was stunned, and then smiled embarrassedly: "His wife is kind, of course not that kind of person."
Kind hearted? How did she hear that there was a sourness in this sentence.
"Wife, it's getting late, you've been out for a day, go back to the house soon." Feng Yumo put the table and chairs away and put on the book basket.
The noon bowl of white porridge flashed through his mind again, and Lan Qinger closed the folding fan and asked, "Do you really only eat that bowl of white porridge for dinner?"
Feng Yumo shuddered slightly, embarrassedly rolled the bamboo rope on his shoulders, and reluctantly squeezed a little smile: "Father warned Yu not to waste it since he was a child. Although it is simple, it is still food. It can fill the stomach. Up."
Lan Qing'er was about to reply when she saw that Xiaoyu had come towards her and bowed to Feng Yumo. Xiaoyu said, "Miss, it's getting late, it's time to go back to the house for dinner."
"Yeah, my wife, go back soon. I haven't eaten much in a day. You're delicate and you won't be able to stand it." Feng Yumo urged.
Is she delicate? Isn't the crown prince of a country not delicate?
Seeing Xiaoyu's anxious eyes, Lan Qing'er rolled her eyes and said: "Then I will go back first, the crown prince, we will see you tomorrow."
A look of surprise flashed across her clear eyes: "Is Qing'er coming tomorrow?"
Lan Qing'er smiled slightly: "Of course." After that, she turned and left.
"His Royal Highness, the subordinates retired first." Xiaoyu leaned against Feng Yumo, and hurriedly followed.
Feng Yumo stood there quietly, looking at Lan Qing'er's back for a long time, until Yi Ren disappeared on the other side of the road, and her clear eyes became abnormally deep: "Qing'er, you really... Is it Qing'er?"
Blue House.
The dinner was very rich, as if trying to make up for the noon, Lan Qing'er counted, and there were more than 20 dishes.
Oh my God, what you dare to eat in the palace is basically the same.
There are a lot of dishes, but she doesn't eat much. The dishes are delicious in color and fragrance, but she eats them with the same taste.
Feng Yumo's dinner today is just a bowl of porridge with more water than rice.
She is a husband and wife with him. He is in poverty over there, but she is a big fish and meat here. What kind of husband and wife is this.
Perceiving Lan Qing'er's fault, Xiaoyu asked, "Miss, how come the dishes don't suit your appetite?"
Since knowing that Lan Qing'er is well, no one in Lan Mansion has dared to bully her anymore. The cooks are waiting to make good food every day.
Lan Qing'er put down his chopsticks and sighed: "What the crown prince ate is barely enough to fill his stomach. It is a waste of us to eat so well."
"Miss, are you the crown prince heartache?"
The words hit the red heart, Lan Qing'er's heart beat, and she turned her face away quickly: "There is nothing, nothing."
Xiaoyu smiled: "Xiaoyu has been with Miss for so many years, don't you know what Miss is thinking?"
Lan Qing'er glanced at the dishes on the table, had a clever idea, thought about it!
A bright moon hung high in the sky, and the room was scented with a faint fragrance of flowers. Lan Qing'er was holding a book and pretending to look at it, very boring.
Looking at the sky, he thought to himself that the time was almost up, put down the book, and hooked his finger at Xiaoyu.
Xiaoyu came over: "Is there anything wrong with Miss?"
"Of course something is going on, lower your head, I have a secret to tell you." Lan Qing'er has a sly in the corner of his mouth.
Xiaoyu blinked, approached Lan Qing'er suspiciously, and lowered her head: "What's the secret of Miss..." Before she finished speaking, she felt a tingling on her temples, and then she became groggy. Yes, it was dark in front of me and fell to the ground softly.
Lan Qing'er smiled slightly: "It's nothing, just let you sleep for a while."