The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 13

When the master gave himself this task, he once said that only by allowing the lotus to germinate and bloom can he return to his own world.

But he didn't tell her how to do it specifically, but only told Wu Xie to follow her own feelings.

Feng Wuxie rubbed his forehead, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that this was a pit.

After washing up, Feng Wuxie walked to the main room, where food was already prepared. Although Feng Qingyun was not in good health, she was pushed by the little maid Dongxiang and sat on the dining table.

After greeting Feng Qingyun, Feng Wuxie walked to the dinner table.

Looking at the vegetables and tofu on the table, she was a little dazed.

As if in disbelief, he lifted the lid of the pot again, picked up a spoon and stirred the porridge a few times, and it immediately looked like a deflated rubber ball.

There are so few porridge grains in the pot that they can be counted on ten fingers.

Feng Wuxie frowned, only knowing that the life of the original owner was difficult, but never thought that it would be so miserable.

Ever since the Feng family's property fell into Xu's hands, it was clearly agreed that they could get monthly silver every month, but as time went by, their life became worse day by day.

At the beginning, there was still meat, but later it was just cabbage and tofu, and sometimes the food delivered was rotten.

No wonder the original owner's body is so thin, no wonder the third uncle's health has been bad, it's clear that some people don't want them to have a good time.

It seems that one must strengthen oneself as soon as possible in order to regain the position of Patriarch.

Feng Wuxie's appearance fell into Feng Qingyun's eyes, and he felt guilty for a while. This little niece has always been well-behaved and sensible, and she made plans for him in everything.

Now seeing Feng Wuxie's sullen little face, he forced a smile and said, "Wuxie, sit down and eat."

Hearing the third uncle's voice, Feng Wuxie raised his eyes and smiled at him, picked up a soft steamed bun on the table and handed it to Feng Qingyun: "Third uncle, you eat."

The steamed bun in his hand was still warm, but Feng Qingyun's heart felt like a stone was blocked, it was swollen and painful, but there was always a smile on his face.

Breaking the steamed bun into two halves, and handing half to Feng Wuxie: "Come on, you eat too."

Seeing that the uncle and nephew were so humble to each other, Dongxiang turned her head and secretly wiped her tears with her sleeve, but Feng Wuxie saw the scar on her wrist.

She grabbed Dongxiang's wrist, but Dongxiang gasped, her brows furrowed in pain, and she hurriedly let go.

"How is this going?"

Maybe Feng Wuxie's reaction was too violent, or maybe it was because she was afraid of getting her into trouble, Dongxiang withdrew her hand in horror and shook her head again and again.

"No, it's okay, I accidentally ran into it myself."

This morning, she went to Mrs. Xu to ask for Yueyin as before, but she didn't expect Mrs. Xu to lie listlessly on the soft couch with a sallow face.

At that time, she was startled, so she took a few more peeks, but she didn't expect to provoke Xu's anger,

Let the woman next to her beat her out, and said ruthlessly that if she comes again in the future, she will break her leg.

But seeing that there was no rice in the house, Dong Xiang had to go to the pawn shop to pawn the silver bracelet on her hand, in exchange for these food.

I didn't want Feng Wuxie to know, but I didn't expect that she would still see it.

Dongxiang put down her sleeves, went to the table and filled a bowl of porridge for Wuxie, and brought it in front of her: "Miss, drink it while it's hot."

Feng Wuxie knew that Dongxiang was thinking of her, so she didn't say anything right away.

(End of this chapter)