I'm afraid that if I write, Huang Yueying won't understand what I write.
Feng Yongqian laughed and said, "Sanniang and Madam share the same love as mother and son. It is more appropriate for Sanniang to write the story."
Guan Ji pursed her lips and smiled, but didn't point it out.
This time the letter does not require Guan Ji to travel hard again. Anyway, Li Yi has to send people to deliver official documents to Jincheng every once in a while. How big a deal is it to bring an extra letter along the way?
Feng Yong originally thought about staying with Guan Ji for a while, but he didn't know that after Guan Ji made these actions, he had already used up all the courage he had gathered in the past few days. How could he dare to stay with Feng Yongduo anymore, so he immediately made an excuse to go to practice martial arts. , ran out as if running away.
Feng Yong didn't force it. Emotional matters can only be settled in a steady stream.
If possible in future generations, how many people would be enthusiastic every night, and how many would get good results?
Feng Yong felt that such warm and watery feelings were like a mouthful of warm water that fit right into his mouth, just right, just right.
After finishing the matter, I got a massage from Guan Ji, and figured out the weird behavior of the old thief Wei. I felt very relieved. When I went out, I saw Amei squatting at the door trying to read, and I felt even more happy.
"Amei, come here."
Feng Yong waved.
Amei raised her head after hearing this, quickly got up and ran over.
"In the past few days, you should stop following me all the time. Go and follow the Wei family lady and learn the craft of spinning and weaving. Do you understand?"
Amei nodded, and then said in a daze: "But I have been studying with the Wei family for a long time, and I have learned how to spin and weave. The Wei family said that there is nothing to teach the servant, and I want to be like her. You can weave just as fast, you just need to practice more.”
Okay, I know you are great.
Feng Yong pondered for a while, then sighed and said: "Go ask her tomorrow and see if there is anything else she can teach you. If not, then you... just continue to read with me. .”
"yes."
Amei responded.
"By the way," Feng Yong patted his head as he almost forgot something important, "Starting tomorrow, you should put your hair up."
"Disk hair……"
Amei glanced at Feng Yong inexplicably, as if she didn't understand why the master even wanted to take care of her hair.
"Master, what kind of hairstyle do you want for your servant?"
Amei asked very cutely.
"how is it like?"
Feng Yong repeated it strangely, and then said, "What else can be done? Does the bride know how to style her hair?"
"The bride..."
Amei's face turned red. She finally understood what her master meant. She lowered her head and stared at her toes, not daring to look at Feng Yong. "My maid will do it."
"If you know how, it will be done. If you don't know how, just ask Madam Wei."
Anyway, she has to be a bride again.
"Then...when will the maid come over tonight?"
Amei asked in a voice as loud as a mosquito.
"Come here? Where to go?"
Seeing Amei's head that was almost lowered to her chest, Feng Yong suddenly understood that he was careless and did not explain clearly.
He coughed dryly and said, "No need to come over. Just like it was before, it will be like that in the future. Just put your hair up."
"ah?"
When Amei heard her master's words, she raised her head blankly.
"What are you looking at? You look like this and you still want to sleep with me?"
Feng Tuchel forced his face to remain unchanged, "Master, I like fair, tender and dewy people. You are too dark, so I won't do it. Let's wait until... two years later to become fairer."
Sixteen years old, so early. In two years, he will be almost complete.
In this era of poor sanitary conditions, the only thing you can trust is your own body's immunity. Premature loss of virginity will not do much good to the body.
Although Feng Yong had paid attention to exercise since his rebirth, the time was still too short, so he could only force himself to endure it.
"Yes, follow the Lord's orders."
Amei meekly bowed her head and saluted, but her heart felt like it exploded with joy.
With your hair tied up, it means you are the master's person, and you no longer have to worry about being kicked out.
The Lord likes women who are fairer. It doesn't matter. I have become much fairer these days. I believe that in a short time, I will be as fair as Lady Guan.
Does this count as your own home?
Thinking of her master and mother, Amei suddenly felt a sore nose.
Sir, mother, have you seen it? I have a home again, and my master treats me very well. Not only is my life better than living in the village, he also teaches me how to read. Sir, when I learn to read, I will know what is written in the book you left me.
"You girl, why are you crying?"
Feng Yonggang was about to save his face and leave, but he accidentally saw Amei's shoulders twitching and several tears falling on the ground, and he was shocked.
"Yes... I'm sorry, Master, I think of you and my mother..."
Amei raised her head, her face covered with tears, wiped her face, and said with sobs.
No, I asked you to tie your hair. What did you think of your master and your mother? You girl, do you think very strangely? Could it be that the brain circuit of a genius is really beyond my ability to understand?
Of course Feng Yong knew what happened to Amei's parents. When he saw her pitiful appearance, he instinctively raised his arms, but put them down halfway, and looked around guiltily. There were only those children in the camp. Studying from a distance, well, good, Guan Ji didn't see it.
"Okay, don't cry. I promise you, the year after tomorrow, at most the year after tomorrow, I will take you back to Nanzhong to see your master and grandma." Feng Yong said "tsk", "You are like this , when others saw it, they thought I had done something to you."
"Lord, are you serious about this?"
Amei's eyes widened when she heard Feng Yong's words. As expected, her attention was diverted. In desperation, she even questioned Feng Yong's words, but immediately felt something was wrong and changed her words, "Yes... I'm sorry." Master, that's not what I mean, what I mean is..."
"Okay, no need to say anything. I know what you want to say. Don't worry, my lord, I will keep my word. I will definitely take you back to Nanzhong within three years at most."
"My maid thanks you, my lord!"
Amei was so excited that she knelt down and kowtowed.
"Okay, okay, don't kneel down." Feng Yong pulled Amei up and looked at her face that was stained by crying and laughing. "What a stain your face is. It's so ugly. Go and wash it." .”
"Yes," Amei responded, but she left disobediently and tapped the ground with her toes.
"What else do you want?"
Feng Yong asked strangely when he saw her like this.
"Actually, there is no need to be so anxious, Lord. No matter how many years, as long as one day, I can go back to see you and my mother. Nanzhong... Nanzhong is too chaotic now."
Amei said naa naa.
"You care about me? Do I need you to worry?"
Feng Yong looked proud, "Those clowns in Nanzhong, am I afraid of them?"
Next year I will let them dance for another year at most, and the year after that Zhuge Lao Yao will directly push back. Am I afraid of hair?
I'm still counting on them growing sugar cane for me!
