Chapter 9: Don't do it

Yong Ruo looked at the door with tears in his eyes, and saw a figure very similar to Feng Liao.
She wiped her tears in disbelief, and looked intently, it turned out to be Feng Gongzi!
Feng Gongzi is very low-key today. He wore a plain blue cloth robe, a Confucian scarf, and a blue silk loincloth on his waist. It was no different from the ordinary people who gathered in Beijing and were preparing to participate in the Spring Festival. What's special is that he has a delicate two-tier large food box in his hand.
He was followed by two people, one was Su Mingjian and the other was the guard Rob who sent her back yesterday. Su Mingjian carried a bag full of cloth on his shoulders, carrying a few bacon and a few sausages in his hand; Rob held a fresh lamb leg in one hand, and a large bamboo cage in the other. There are several live chickens.
Feng Gongzi quickly walked to Yong Ruo and squatted. He lowered the food box, and seemed to want to reach out to wipe the tears on Yong Ruo's face, but his fingers suddenly stopped when he touched his cheek without touching Yong Ruo.
His hand froze in the air for a while, and then he turned into a fist, and closed it back a little sternly: "Xiamenglang!"
His gaze drifted around the yard twice, and then he slightly coughed a little uncomfortably and asked softly, "What happened?"
The sisters of the Yong family had already been shocked by the three people who came in suddenly and stopped crying. Asked by him, Yong buckwheat and Yong Miao started crying again, only crying a lot, and kept tearing their tears.
Yong Ruo stood up and blessed Chaofeng: "The gift of the noble man last night, today we invited a very famous doctor to see my mother ..." The voice was choked, "As a result, the doctor returned the consultation fee to If you do n’t want to prescribe me! "
The doctor refused to prescribe what it meant, even small people like Yong Buckwheat and Yong Miao understood that Feng Liao and others were naturally clear.
Feng Gongzi slightly opened her lips, then turned and pulled Su Mingjian aside, and whispered in a voice that Yong Ruo couldn't hear, "Run a trip in person and invite Xu Taiyi."
Su Mingjian hesitated: "But ... the son's safety?"
"There is Rob here, there are many people outside, and I'm a person like Xianyun Yehe. What's your reassurance?" He solemnly exhorted, "You say to Taiyi Xu, don't reveal my identity . "
Su Mingjian had no choice but to answer, and came over and asked Yong Ruo: "Girl, where is the kitchen?"
Yong Ruo looked at the scalp tingling when he looked at the things he carried on his shoulders and carried in his hands.
Yesterday she took the five or two silvers and the clothes with her heart; the twelve silvers were regarded as the reward for food and chat, and the leftovers were regarded as waste. She also had no psychological burden.
But now Feng Gongzi comes to the door again with these many things! Knowing that he was interested in herself, she could no longer accept his funding with peace of mind—because it wasn't just your son who was extremely bored doing good deeds!
"Fengzi, what do you do with these things?"
She had some entanglement in her heart: should you tell him clearly? What to say? Feng Gongzi wasn't Jin Sanbao next door, so he refused. If he refuses Feng Gongzi, first of all, he will absolutely rely on the plan, and secondly, will the Feng Gong become angry and angry, and what will he do to rob the people?
Feng Liao looked at her expression, suddenly put her hands behind her back, and said stubbornly, "It's for you!"
With a word of "reward", most of the entanglement of Yong Ruo was run away. "Good, what do you do," reward "me?" She bit the word "reward" especially heavily.
Feng Liao's eyes fell on the plum blossoms in the courtyard, saying, "Yesterday, the plum blossom that you" dedicated "to my son was too small, only enough for my son to burst out. That plum The color is very good, and the flower shape is also beautiful. This boy wants to ask for a big one to insert a bottle. This boy's status and status can't just ask for your family's things, so I just pick up some things to reward you!
Yong buckwheat and Yong Miao looked at Feng Gongzi in surprise, and looked at the plum tree. They never imagined that the plum blossoms they didn't care about were so valuable! How many bacon sausages and lamb legs can I change if I sell all the flowers of this tree? !!
Yong Miao looked at Yong Ruo diligently, hoping she would not reject the "business"; Yong Buckwheat was older, but frowned.
Feng Ruo was so arrogant and rude, Yong Ruo was not so entangled. Mind: Your noble son is willing to reward, this girl dare to take it, but don't expect this girl to make a promise as a result!
A polite smile raised on her face: "In this case, the little girl is ashamed to take it. The plum tree is cut with the son. It ’s okay to dig it up." Then he took the food box. , Took Su Mingjian and Rob to the kitchen. After Su Mingjian put down things in the kitchen, he hurried out.
When Yong Ruo came out of the kitchen, he saw that Feng Gongzi had dropped his hand behind his back and stood under the plum tree to admire the flowers.
Seeing Yong Ruo coming out, Feng Liao arched her hand: "Girl, can I go to Lingtang to greet me?" His expression was quite peaceful again!
Yong Ruo thinks that Feng Gongzi's ability to change his face is quite good! Where did he get it?
"My mother is asleep now, and she is sickly, afraid that she will scare the son. The son should go to the temple room to talk!" She declined Fengyou's kindness and instructed Yong Qiao Yongmiao to guard the Zhou family.
As for the basic etiquette of serving tea to visitors-it is still unnecessary! Because there is no such thing as "tea" in her house.
She can't pick a few bamboo leaves, a few plums to boil water for him, right? In case he drinks his gastrointestinal habit from being small to large, wouldn't he be fine? !!
Feng Liao was not reluctant and followed her to the temple room.
Ordinary people's house, the main hall is the main hall.
There is an old shrine on the north wall of the hall, which is used for the "Tiandijun Qinshi" seat; a simple table for the shrine is used for the tablets of several ancestors and father Yong. In the middle of the hall, there is an Eight Immortals table surrounded by four stools. Apart from that, there was nothing in the hall.
Feng Liao didn't dislike the ruin of the hall, but instead sat down on the bench in an secure manner, took out a thorny box from her sleeve, opened the box, and pushed it in front of Yong Ruo.
"This is the famous assassin promised to the girl. There is an address on it. If the girl is in trouble, you can take the famous assassin and say it at this address. I will definitely help!"
Yong Ruo looked at the famous thorn box in front of him, and his mood became complicated again.
In the famous spine box, on a beautiful piece of white paper with a name that Yong Ruo could not name, the neatly written "Feng Liao" was written on the upper part of the middle, and an address was written on the right side, with a branch at the bottom. Hand drawn red plum flowers. On the white background, the color was extraordinarily beautiful, and the posture was extraordinarily cold and arrogant!
"This plum was painted by the boy?"
"Yes! I only hate that my painter is mediocre, and I can't show the beauty of Hongmei."
Yong Ruo was silent.
After passing through, she had never seen anyone else's famous assassins, but she had seen the Qing Dynasty famous assassinations in history in the past. Never seen anyone draw a flower on a famous thorn! Is this the custom of this world, or is this ingenious? Or is it special?
She is not a slow person, so she believes that her feelings can't be wrong, this Feng Gongzi is interesting to herself!
After a serious weighing, she decided to clarify the words to Feng Gongzi earlier. Since he is unwilling to be a concubine, and he cannot marry himself as a wife, this relationship is destined to be fruitless. It's better to let go and make a break as soon as possible while his feelings are not deep! This is better for him and for himself!
But what should I say?
First, if you want to reject the nobleman's intentions, you must refuse it before he expresses his confession, otherwise where does your nobleman's face go? Secondly, the words of refusal must be euphemistic. It is better not to let your grandson realize that he knows his heart and is rejecting him. Instead, let him realize the huge gap between the two and retreat himself!
It's a little difficult! But Yong Ruo felt that he still had a chance to do it.
"What are you thinking? Don't you like me drawing plum blossoms on the famous thorn?" Feng Liao asked her.
"No!" Yong Ruo looked at Mei Hua, and smiled reluctantly. "I just remembered my mother. My mother's temperament is just like this red plum. She is not afraid of frost and is not proud!"
She pulled the corner of her mouth and asked Feng Liao: "I remember I told you? I thought about being a niece by a big family, but my mother didn't want me to bend my knees as a slave again."
"Sayed that." Feng Liao said, "I don't know Lingtang. But I think your temperament is quite red plum character-pretending to be a little red peach and apricot, but still lonely and thin."
"Pretend to be a little red peach and apricot, still lonely, thin and creamy." Yong Ruo read the two poems lowly, and couldn't help but smile slightly, and said, "You know me very well!"
"That's what my mother is!" Yong Ruo said in a very sympathetic tone. "She has been a slave in a large family since she was a child. She has seen a lot of puppets in her backyard. Other girls have deliberately or unintentionally addressed to the young master. 、 The master gathers around, thinking about being an aunt or something. My mother is just the opposite. The errands around the master and the master can hide and hide. If they ca n’t hide, they try to be unobtrusive. Everyone says that my mother is stupid, Knowing that she planned for the future, my mother always smiled. Later, my mother finally found an opportunity and asked for grace to redeem her and marry my father. "
With a faint smile on her face: "I once asked my mother: Why do n’t you want to be an aunt? Even if you are a puppet, it ’s also a puppet from a large family. Usually, you ’re in jade clothes, and you call the puppet, the days are extraordinary The main house was better. My mother said, "She can survive on her knees, but she doesn't want to be on her knees."
In the last sentence, she spoke exceptionally.
Feng Liao originally smiled and listened with interest.
After hearing the words "Can survive on his knees and be unwilling to be on his knees", the smile on his face faded away ...
There was no blood on his delicate face!