phoenix returns to the world

Chapter 22

"Master, Mrs. Rong please report to Mrs. Liu first," the housekeeper Yang Qingwen bent over and walked quickly to Feng Muqing's side, asking for instructions respectfully.

"No need," Feng Muqing raised his hand and refused. Since he knew that Liu Ruhui was disfigured, he rarely saw Liu Ruhui. The last time he told Shang'er about the marriage was in Zhuyuan. The scar on her face affected her. He lost his original beauty, but the imposing manner on his body and his unique personality still made him a little moved. From the time he sat in the position of prime minister, the women he met were all flattered by Ayi, and he changed occasionally after seeing too many delicacies from mountains and seas. Taste, steamed side dishes are also good, each has its own merits.

The first thing that caught Feng Muqing's eyes was this desolate bamboo garden, which was simple but neat, and for a moment he thought he had gone to the wrong place.

The housekeeper said loudly, "Mrs. Liu, the master has come to see you."

When Liu Ruhui, who was doing needlework in the room, heard this, her eyes darkened, she slowly got up and stood up, and without looking at the mirror, she straightened her clothes and walked out of the room without makeup.

And Feng Nishang, who had just settled Xiaobai, also heard Yang Qingwen's slave voice, secretly guessing why Feng Muqing came to Zhuyuan, patted the dust off her body and walked out.

Ruo'er followed the sound and walked out of the simple kitchen, saw Feng Muqing and said, "Master is auspicious."

With a wave of Feng Muqing's hand, Ruo'er stood up, retreated to a distance, lowered her head, and stared at her toes. She always felt that the master was terrible, and as long as he was around, she would become submissive.

Liu Ruhui stood outside the house, saw Feng Muqing but didn't salute, and said abruptly, "I don't know why the master came to Zhuyuan?".

"Ruhui, are you blaming me for betrotting Chang'er to the third prince?" Feng Muqing frowned, staring at the clear scar on Liu Ruhui's face, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"I don't dare," Liu Ruhui still stood there, her attitude a little stiff.

"You—" Feng Muqing immediately changed his face, and was about to reprimand, but when he saw Feng Nishang slipping out, his shrewd eyes lit up.

"Ruhui, our family's Chang'er married the third prince as a concubine as a concubine. It is already a great favor from the emperor. This is a blessing that our Shang'er has cultivated in his previous life. I know you are reluctant to marry Chang'er, but your daughter is so old. When she grows up, she will always be married, and we can choose a good marriage for her, which is the best thing we can do for her as a father." In other words, Liu Ruhui didn't know how to flatter her, so she asked Feng Nishang to marry her. Giving it to the third prince is already very kind to you.

When Liu Ruhui heard Feng Muqing's upside-down face, she couldn't help feeling angry. You just couldn't bear to let her Chang'er go to marry Feng Ajiao, the number one beauty in the capital, who was passed on by people. What a sharp mouth of the prime minister.

Liu Ruhui's mouth moved, obviously wanting to tear Feng Muqing's face, but she didn't want Feng Nishang to snatch her voice, "Father, auspicious, Chang'er is really happy about the marriage that father chose for Shang'er. Thank you very much."

Feng Nishang thought that this was not the time to tear herself apart with Feng Muqing, so she interrupted her mother's words and said those insincere words, but she was extremely happy and very satisfied.

"Shang'er is really sensible. Tomorrow, my father will bring you into the palace to participate in the flower viewing ceremony held by the Empress." Feng Muqing saw the blue and half-worn dress on Feng Nishang, the bun with no ornaments on her head, and the expression on her face. A little dissatisfied, I just felt that Feng Nishang had lost face to his prime minister, being so simple and humble, it was really disrespectful, Feng Muqing didn't think about it, he never ordered people to send silver taels to Zhuyuan in these years.

Of course, Feng Nishang understood the meaning of the displeasure on Feng Muqing's face. In her last life, she thought it was Feng Muqing who was dissatisfied with her mother's words just now, so that she still dressed like this when she went to the palace, which made him lose the face of the prime minister. So much so that he was given to the Fifth Prince.

"Thank you, Daddy, it's just..." Feng Nishang's face was troubled when she said this, a faint mist gradually gathered in her eyes, her tears were shining with elegance, and her whole body was shrouded in sadness.

Such a delicate person, even in the face of the hard-hearted and indifferent Feng Muqing, can move him, so he couldn't help asking, "Shang'er, you are the concubine of the third prince, if you have any difficulties, father allows you to speak up."

Feng Nishang looked embarrassed, her mouth squirmed for a while, but she didn't say a word, her white teeth bit her lips, her eyebrows frowned, and it took a long time before she murmured, "Shang'er , there is no clothes to enter the palace, the eldest lady must be busy with things in the house, and forgot the Fengyin in Zhuyuan in ten years, in fact, we don’t blame the eldest lady, but we are afraid that entering the palace tomorrow will embarrass the prime minister’s father, Shang’er... ..."

When Feng Nishang said this, her voice disappeared, but her big eyes were filled with tears, as if she was about to fall, and she was afraid to say anything, but kept silent...

(End of this chapter)