Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 420 See Mrs. Feng
Only then did Murong Jiujiu lazily get up, anyway, she is now just a prisoner of the Feng family's nicknamed mistress, and has no right to speak at all, since it was arranged for her, she is not allowed not to go.

"Give me some makeup."

Sitting honestly in front of the state, in the bronze mirror, she immediately revealed her face that had regained some of her complexion. Her black hair was like a waterfall, and her skin was as white as jade. , blooming sparkling waves.

But there was a faint sadness between the brows, with such an appearance, even the Qingyan behind her was slightly surprised.

In fact, from the moment Murong Jiujiu entered Qixia Hall, she could see that the background of this mistress is not simple, she is afraid that she has seen the world, otherwise if it is an ordinary person coming in.

She has been amazed by Qixia Hall for a long time, but she seems to be born to live here.

It won't take a while.

Under Qingyan's fiddling, Murong Jiujiu put on a light makeup, and finally filled her slightly pale complexion with some color, and her black hair was tied up in a more dignified bun.

Dressed up a set of beadwork that is not very eye-catching.

The color of the clothes is also plain brocade.

Even if she doesn't want to show anything in the dress, but with such a matching inside and outside, she is still an unparalleled beauty, but the sadness between the brows is consistent with the plain brocade robe.

Dignified, shrouded in a kind of ethereal and mysterious beauty.

Like a bright pearl in the eternal night, the more you can't see it clearly, the more you want to see it clearly.

"The mistress is so beautiful."

Qing Yan sighed sincerely.

Murong looked around for a long time and asked: "Are you the only one serving in this Qixia Hall?"

Qingyan nodded: "Because of the rush of time, no one has been selected to serve the mistress, but I think the head of the family will take it to heart, and will find someone to come over in a few days for you to choose."

Murong looked at the Qixia Hall where he was for a long time, and couldn't help asking with a wry smile: "How do you think Feng Wushang treats me?"

"Naturally..." Okay.

After all, there are so many women who want to live in this Qixia Hall, but they can't do it, but then they think that Murong Jiujiu was brought back in chains, and there are all kinds of rumors on the way.

That good word got stuck in Qing Yan's mouth.

But Murong Jiujiu was not interested in that answer, he left Qixia Hall with Qingyan, and walked towards the place where Mrs. Feng lived.

As I said before, this house is very big, even if I move around by myself, I still have to use my son to carry it, otherwise the female relatives walk on two legs, and I am afraid that they will all be useless.

But even so, when Murong resisted for a long time, he still walked three yards in a row before arriving at the place where Mrs. Feng lived.

It is really more powerful than the Empress Dowager Cixi.

Murong Jiujiu complained slightly in his heart, and saw several maids waiting in front of the room, and asked: "But the mistress is here?"

The big living person is here, and he still asks, which is clearly a blow to the horse.

This made Murong Jiujiu's heart even more gloomy, he was afraid that today's meeting would not go as smoothly as imagined, he never thought that he was already married, and he would have to suffer this foreign crime one day.

"Yes, it is the new mistress who has arrived."

Qingyan replied softly.

I saw a thin gauze curtain hanging in front of the door. I don't know what material it was made of. It looked very white and hazy. I could just see a straight figure sitting faintly in the inner hall, with several serving maids. .

But Murong Jiujiu felt that the gauze curtain was definitely more clearly seen from the inside than from the outside.

I'm afraid that I have already fallen into the other party's eyes.

"Kneel down."

Unexpectedly, the two parties hadn't met yet, behind the gauze curtain, a majestic female voice suddenly sounded. It should not be very old, but it was full of reprimands. This should be Mrs. Feng.

There is no doubt about Feng Wushang's mother.

But Murong Jiujiu was not convinced, and asked: "Why should I kneel?"

"Presumptuous, Madam speaks, how can you allow you to talk too much," a woman who looked quite powerful immediately said in a cold voice, pushing Murong Jiujiu back.

"Mistress..."

Qingyan also expressed her eyes to Murong Jiujiu, it's better not to disobey Madam's words.

A good man doesn't suffer from immediate disadvantages, Murong Jiujiu knew that he was alone now, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth, knelt down on the cold green brick floor, and didn't say a word.

"Tell me, what kind of coquettish trick did my son take so hard to bring you back to Feng's house?"

The majestic female voice asked again.

But when Murong Jiujiu heard the words this time, he laughed almost angrily, and then raised his head without fear and said, "Madam shouldn't ask me this, you should ask your son, what kind of obsession is it? Bring me, a married woman, back to Xishan, and let me always suffer from the pain of parting from my husband."

The words fall.

The yard fell silent.

Of course, they were not shocked by the content of Murong Jiujiu's words, but by Murong Jiujiu's attitude. It seems that it has been many years and no one has dared to talk to Madam like this.

half an hour.

The female voice behind the gauze curtain rang again just now: "What a pair of sharp lips and tongue, Mu Muma, this kind of naughty woman, first slap her mouth ten times as punishment."

"Yes."

The powerful nanny just now stepped forward immediately. Of course, she obviously didn't use her hands to slap her mouth, but pulled out a thin piece of bamboo from her sleeve.

This piece of bamboo seems to be light and thin, but the pain of being hit on the face is no less than that of a fleshy palm.

Seeing this, Murong Jiujiu finally changed his face, he really felt that the members of the Feng family were not normal people at all, it was clearly not her fault, but the punishment would always fall on her.

"I don't agree."

"If you don't accept it, add ten strokes."

The lady's temper is obviously not soft.

Qingyan was also anxious, "Ma'am, it's absolutely impossible...the head of the family will see the mistress later on."

"Hmph, using Shang'er to threaten Mrs. Ben? Call me..."

"Ma'am, after all, the mistress just arrived today, if it breaks..." At this moment, another thin female voice sounded, one could tell it was Hongxiu's without listening, but she didn't mean to be caring.

"Ma'am, the Patriarch is here."

Everyone was stirring up trouble, so they listened to a well-informed woman who spoke cautiously.

Although Murong Jiujiu didn't like Feng Wushang very much, but she had to say that because of Feng Wushang's appearance, she had escaped the catastrophe in front of her for the time being, and she couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Even if she has the strength of life, the pain from the bamboo stick hitting her face is enough for her to drink a pot.

Thinking room.

In the courtyard outside, Feng Wushang was already dressed in a black brocade robe, and walked in, with a fair and handsome face, noble and dignified eyebrows and eyes, this man easily confuses people's hearts whenever he appears.

Even if Murong didn't look up for a long time, he could still feel that all the young maids in this courtyard were secretly fond of this young and handsome Patriarch with extraordinary abilities.

(End of this chapter)