Feng Qingge sneered and said, "Father, I see that the clothes worn by my concubine and my aunt are all made of Kesi. Even the few pieces I own were sent by my uncle."
When the conversation changed, Feng Qingge suppressed her smile and said, "My father is a high-ranking second-rank official in the imperial court. He can't even support his wife and daughter, right? Or does the entire Feng Mansion have to rely on my mother's dowry?!"
Feng Nantian's face became even more embarrassed when Feng Qingge said that, but he still said: "For the sake of your mother's dowry being returned in full, just give up Qingfeng Tower, so that Feng Mansion can have a normal life." You don’t have enough food and clothing, and you’re not good at running it anyway.”
"What does father think is the normal cost of food and clothing?"
"..."
"Father, didn't you tell me? Then I'll tell you. The tea is from the Wuyi mother plant Dahongpao, the clothes are made of Kesi, and the food must be from the top chefs in Qingfeng Tower. Where do all the expenses of the whole family come from? All of them They are all belonging to my Liu family, don’t tell me that the Liu family’s business has received money from my Feng family.”
"It has been more than ten years. My father has been a second-rank official for more than ten years, and the Xia family has gone from a ninth-rank sesame official to a second-rank Beijing official. I dare to ask if my father has helped the Xia family in these years. Where did the money go? Father won’t continue to pretend to be stupid, right? "
Feng Qingge asked a series of questions, leaving Feng Nantian speechless, or he really didn't know how to answer.
There are more than 20 shops, each of which is in the best location in Beijing. The property deeds are all there and there is no rent.
More than ten years of silver is definitely a big expense.
He is not a fool.
Seeing that Feng Nan didn't speak for a long time, Feng Qingge sneered and said, "Why, father doesn't want his daughter to teach you even the simplest question."
The corner of Feng Nantian's mouth twitched for a long time, but he didn't say a word.
Feng Qingge bowed briefly and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
Seeing Feng Qingge walking away, Feng Nantian didn't have to stop him. He just sat on the chair alone for a long time and couldn't get up.
When Feng Qingge returned to her room, she saw that Leng Wushuang seemed to have been sitting in the room for a long time.
"Are you addicted to being a slut?"
After hearing Feng Qingge's scolding, Leng Wushuang stammered: "I...I..."
He is like a child who has done something wrong and cannot speak a complete sentence for a long time.
Seeing Leng Wushuang like this, Feng Qingge was amused.
"You bully me!" Leng Wushuang realized that he was being fooled.
"Mr. Leng, it's already dark at night. You didn't come to me just to chat about family matters, right?" Feng Qingge asked.
"Tomorrow, all the ministers and their family members of the fourth rank and above will go to the palace for a banquet. Can you not go?"
"What did you hear?" Feng Qingge was a little confused.
"Bei Mo wants to make peace with us," Leng Wushuang said.
"It's even more impossible over there. I have a special status. There is no way His Majesty will grant me a marriage to Bei Mo." Feng Qingge felt that Leng Wushuang was unreasonably worried.
"No! I'm afraid that His Majesty will marry you to someone else in order to deal with Bei Mo!" Leng Wushuang said anxiously.
"Then tell me, is Feng Nantian willing to take me to such an important banquet?"
Leng Wushuang was dumbfounded when asked, obviously not expecting Feng Qingge to say that.
But for some reason he had a bad feeling.
After thinking for a long time, he said: "Then be prepared tomorrow and never go to the palace banquet."
"I know." Feng Qingge agreed.
Leng Wushuang also felt that he was ridiculously naive, but every time he thought about things related to Feng Qingge, he felt like he was losing his mind.
"Then you go to bed earlier."
Just as Leng Wushuang was about to leave, Feng Qingge wrapped her arms around his waist.
Leng Wushuang felt that his whole body had stiffened, and he could feel every heartbeat of hers.
You can smell a sweet fragrance and feel her body temperature.
Leng Wushuang held Feng Qingge's hand, turned around and kissed her lips. As their lips and teeth mingled, his face became redder and redder, and he suddenly hugged Feng Qingge.
His eyes were like a wild beast.
Feng Qingge didn't know why she could do such a bold thing.
She knew from the beginning that Leng Wushuang was not a meek person.
Also knows all the disguises he puts on in front of her.
How could a cold-faced Yama be like this?
But she felt that this was what she liked.
He kissed her and held her hand tighter and tighter.
Feng Qingge's response was also extremely enthusiastic, as if she was releasing everything from her previous life.
Etiquette and dogma are nothing but shackles imposed by the self.
In her previous life, she lost all her reputation due to Leng Wushuang.
In this life, she took the initiative to hold his hand.
Leng Wushuang put Feng Qingge on the bed, her eyes filled with the color of early spring, "Get some rest early."
Feng Qingge's eyes were hazy. She tried hard to see clearly, but she could only vaguely see an outline.
She opened her mouth, but found herself speechless.
Before going to sleep, she had only one thought.
Did he touch her sleeping hole?
The soul is weak!
Early the next morning, Feng Qingge saw the clothes she had changed, as if what happened last night was just a dream.
"Cui Zhu, did someone come last night?"
Feng Qingge slowly got out of bed and slowly sat in front of the bronze mirror. She looked at the girl in front of the bronze mirror. Her pair of peach blossom eyes were as bright as the wind, and there were some traces in the hidden areas on her skin.
Cuizhu waited on Feng Qingge's hand and said, "Master Leng came last night. Did the young master forget?"
Feng Qingge shook her head, took the brocade handkerchief handed over by Cuizhu and wiped her face.
She suddenly sobered up a lot.
Damn it, he did this to her!
As if sensing Feng Qingge's dissatisfaction, Cuizhu asked cautiously: "Young Master, are you okay?"
Feng Qingge shook her head, thinking about last night she couldn't help but chuckle.
Cuizhu looked at her young master with anger at one moment and a smile on the other. She didn't dare to ask any more questions, and just helped Feng Qingge comb her hair quickly with her hands and feet.
Not long after, a notice came from outside the door: "Miss, someone is coming from the palace, saying they want to take the lady into the palace."
"Just say I'm not feeling well." Feng Qingge said nonchalantly.
But not long after, a nanny in palace clothes walked in.
So when she saw Feng Qingge, her eyes showed a bit of contempt. She was an old man in the palace. Sometimes among the old people around the imperial concubine, she knew best what kind of people could please the empress.
The girl in front of her was beautiful, but she was a little less dignified and skillful, and she was even too bright and dazzling.
When she saw that Feng Qingge was feeling refreshed and there was no trace of illness, she immediately said with dissatisfaction: "Princess Anyi, our empress has followed your majesty's order and specially brought you into the palace."
Except for the voice of the nanny, no one in the whole room dared to speak.
No one around Zhang Guifei could afford to offend her.
However, Feng Qingge never thought that this grandma would have a smooth journey all the way here.
That sister of hers was actually willing to let her go to such a palace banquet?
It must be nothing good!
Feng Qingge raised her eyes and glanced at the nanny, and the corners of her lips curved: "Mommy, I'm not feeling well. I don't attend many palace banquets. I thank Your Majesty and the empress here. It's a blessing for me."
