Thousand Face Demonic Concubine

Feng San's newcomer's skin mask was quickly made. Li Yuan helped him find a new identity, and later followed Lou Qingwu's servant again.

In mid-March, the child was five months old. After that night, Lou Qingwu seemed to be doing what she said, "When you do n’t hear it, you will give birth to the child." In other words, I no longer mention the search for Feng Yege.

However, Feng San still found that his wife had a habit, in addition to sewing small clothes for the young master one after another, that is, staying in a hundred-year-old tea house in Xiliang for half an hour every morning and evening.

After such a long time, Feng San finally couldn't help asking.

When Mei Yu heard this, she yanked Feng San fiercely: "Don't ask any more and work hard. Madam likes to eat sour recently. You can ask the shopkeeper to go to a bowl of sour plum soup."

Feng San shouted at her and didn't dare to ask again, and went down uneasily.

Don't he dare not ask anything?

They are now sitting in the second-floor box of the Centennial Tea House, right next to the street. Looking through the window, they can see the people who are busy in the morning light. At the end of Qingshi Road, this is a red brick glazed tile. The towering palace is solemn and solemn. Suzakumen slowly opened at this time, and those who came to the early dynasty stepped in slowly, and when the court officials entered, Suzakumen was closed again.

Lou Qingwu looked at it quietly, his eyes glanced down as the palace door closed.

Gently letting out a sigh of relief, she lowered her eyes and continued to look at the tea in her hand. A tender leaf was blown by the cool breeze, and after rolling it, she didn't move. Lou Qingwu held her own reflection inside and pushed the cup away very slowly.

Mei Yu said at the appropriate time: "Mrs., the tea is cold, can you get another hot one?"

Lou Qingwu shook her head: "No need." She is not here to drink tea, she just wants to see it every day. After all, this is the closest place to him.

Mei Yu drew a manual motion on her side before she said dumbly, "Why is Feng San so slow, Madam, I'll see him!"

Lou Qingwu waved his hand, and Mei Yu went out immediately. At the door, she wiped her red eye circles and rubbed them hard to make the eyes look normal. Then she looked downstairs and did not see Feng. Third, she frowned and went to the back kitchen. Sure enough, she saw that there was a thick neck and the theory of Fengren: "What does it mean? There is every day on weekdays, why is it gone today? Let me say, What's behind you ?! "There was obviously half a pot of sour plum soup behind the chef, and he dared to open his eyes to say the vernacular? !!

The shopkeeper was frightened by Feng San. Although they are tea houses, they will also provide pastries and some soup. He knows this man. For the past half a month, they have come back every day, but today ... "This I'm really sorry, but today Sour Plum Soup was wrapped by Mrs. Shang Shu, and I really dare not sell it to you anymore! "

Feng San was annoyed: "Can she drink so much by herself?"

The shopkeeper narrowed his neck, glanced at the outside, shook his head, but then nodded again.

Feng San frowned, and just wanted to speak again, was pulled back by Mei Yu, and then Mei Yu looked at the shopkeeper and the chef behind him: "What do you mean by shaking and nodding?"

Maybe Mei Yu's attitude was much milder, and the shopkeeper was relieved, so he quickly said: "It's like this, Madam Shang Shu also likes to drink sour plum soup, but every time she comes, she will pack everything, she means It ’s like not sharing it with her. "

Mei Yu's brow also frowned: "Will she not finish drinking?"

The chef poked his head and swallowed the saliva to help the shopkeeper answer: "It's down ..."

Feng San's violent temper came straight up again: "Who does she think she is? Even eating alone! This is a waste! I don't care, my wife wants to drink, you sell me a bowl!"

Where does the treasurer dare to offend Shang Shushu's wife, shaking his head again and again: "This man, you can do well, this is a small one that can't offend Shang Shufu!"

Feng Sanhu's eyes stared: "Then you offend us ?!"

The shopkeeper yelled twice and didn't dare to say anything. He didn't dare to offend, maybe he had an identity, but it was also because the lady didn't seem to say much and her temper was softer, so I thought about it. It's too embarrassing for them, after all, the lady Shang Shu is a well-known ruthless master in the capital.

Feng San was so angry with him, Mei Yu frowned, and pulled Feng San: "Don't cause trouble, go back and talk."

Feng San was reconciled: "But ..."

Where has his wife suffered such grievances? !!

If this is to let the grandfather know ... Thinking of the current situation, Fengsan just bit his molar after the bite, **** it, what a **** Mrs. Shang Shu, he wrote it down!

Returning to the box dullly, Feng San's face was very bad. Lou Qingwu's eyes moved back from the palace door, and the eyes fell on the two: "What's wrong?"

Mei Yu gave a haha: "Nothing, nothing, but the plum soup is gone, Feng San is giving himself up."

Lou Qingwu does not matter: "It is not necessary to drink, it is gone." Gaze fell on the palace door again, seeing the palace door open again, Lou Qingwu's eyes lightened slightly, but as the courtier walked out, But she was never familiar with her, and it was true that she was not disappointed. She wanted to see him and wanted to see it urgently. She came here, in fact, still holding the thought that he might go out of the house, right?

There was a gloom on the bottom of his eyes, and Lou Qingwu spit out gently: "Let's go."

Picking up the veil on the side, covering the face, turned and walked towards the doorway, Mei Yu stared at Feng San with a bad face, and warned him not to mention it, so he quickly chased it up, carefully Carefully touched Lou Qingwu: "Ma'am you slow down, I help you."

Lou Qingwu wanted to say that it was all right, but seeing her so enthusiastic, there was a smile on her eyes, and her movement was slower.

Fengsan followed in a sullen mood. Mei Yu's words were still heard, and her face was slightly better. A group of three people came down the stairs on the second floor and walked out, but when passing by a table, a woman's proud voice came over: "... Mrs. Ben said the bag, that is the bag, those **** I am not entitled to drink the contents of the pot with Mrs. Ben. The child in Mrs. Ben's belly is the eldest son, Jin Gui, but it is not comparable to a cat and a dog! Treasurer, how do you do things? Is this tea shop not wanting opened?"

Feng San turned his head intuitively, and saw a woman in a gorgeous dress talking with the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper heard this, and quickly wiped the sweat on his forehead. He repeatedly said: "Yes, yes, it's a small talk, and it will never happen again!"