Chapter 140

When Feng Su went back to her yard, the sky was already white. Qing'er follows her and looks at her anxiously. She also prepares an ice hot towel. In Feng Su's surprised eyes, she applies the hot towel to her neck and mutters: "even the Lord is too cruel. How can you squeeze miss you like this with such a heavy hand? If you go out, how can you be wronged?"

Feng Su is paralyzed on the bed, holding the quilt with her fingers and rolling her eyes. Fortunately, she told Qing'er that it was pinched by Lian Gong Jin. If not, this girl, a little bit will talk about her death.

The red sleeve is broken, the crystal glass flower comes over, glances at the red and gorgeous mark on Feng Su's neck, unconsciously lowers his head and says: "Qing'er, you can't apply it soon. Look at the red mark getting bigger and bigger." Red sleeve pulled up Qing'er and pulled her out of the room. "You'd better stay outside. I'll make up for the princess and cover it up."

Qing'er is pushed out by her, but she still tells her not to worry. Feng Su was so upset that she couldn't help sitting on the bed carved with gold and pear wood. She narrowed her eyes and wailed: "good tea, just let me sleep for a while. I'm so sleepy." The tension of these two days is not easy to relax. She should have a good rest.

However, red sleeve looked at the sky outside the window, frowned, went forward to pull Feng Su up, and said in a soft voice: "Miss, this is not good. Today is the old lady's birthday. If you go late, the old lady will be angry. At that time, miss, you will have to be punished again. " Red sleeve's voice is very soft, but the tone is very firm, obviously does not allow people to question, "besides, Mr. Zhou now lives in liuyunyuan, if in the past, let alone, if miss tomorrow does not attend, or is late, I'm sure the old lady will send someone to liuyunyuan to invite you. If Mr. Zhou is found, it will be a disaster."

Feng Su is lying on the bed. Her mind is in a mess. She is very sleepy. Hearing her saying this, Feng Su couldn't help but open her eyes. She grabbed the mouthwash cup and said vaguely, "it's really a witch. It's hard to sleep peacefully."

Red sleeve took the flower cup and put it aside. Then she sat in front of the gilded bronze mirror. As soon as Feng Su raised her eyes, she saw a very obvious mark on her neck. Her face turned red and she scolded in the bottom of her heart. Just when she was out of her mind, she saw red sleeve's fingers turning dexterously in her hair, and her head and waist were suddenly scattered. The long, soft hair like ink spread behind her head, covering her crystal clear earlobe. Of course, the marks on her neck were also covered.

Xu was awake all night. Feng Su's face looked very ugly and pale. Hongxiu took a gold inlaid jade ring on the table, hung her hair behind her head, gathered it together and fastened it with a jade ring. She also took the white jade of rhinoceros and combed the slightly messy sideburns on both sides of Li Fengsu. Feng Su smiles, takes the jelly lipstick that has been prepared by one side, gouges out a little bit with fingernail and spreads it on the lip. The lips, which were originally pale, immediately became fresh and vivid. Red sleeve thought about it, then took the eyebrow pencil, rouge, and described it in detail with the mark.

Feng Su is looking at the figure in the mirror, can't help but Leng for a while, the face of cold as ice is like a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks among people. If the last butterfly make-up was deliberately made by her, this peach blossom make-up is amazing enough, but it doesn't make people feel dazzling. The pink powder spread evenly on her face. With the light yellow powder puff, it seemed that the whole person was alive. The peach petals on her neck were floating from shallow to deep. Eyebrows and feathers tremble slightly, as if to drop pearls. Skin is like cream, eyebrows are like distant Dai, mouth is like Dan, and lip color is like cinnabar. Red sleeve took a side of the broken Gold Ruby Phoenix hairpin inserted into her hair, and took a pair of gold inlaid East Pearl Earrings hanging on both sides of the earlobe of Phoenix su.

Feng Su smile: "tea, you are worried about your miss I can't get married?" Dressed like this, where there is a little bit of the image of the abandoned woman in the rumor, plus her identity as the legitimate daughter of Fengfu, someone should take a fancy to her.

The ladies in the front yard had already arrived, sitting in their seats and chatting with each other. Feng QingChu was married to the sixth prince. Besides, although her face was made up and powdered, she still couldn't hide the scars. Fortunately, the ladies didn't pay much attention to her. Xing's life as a product of Gaoming, naturally there are many people come to support. Looking at Xing sitting on the top of the high back chair, wearing eight regiments happy meet, big red outline treasure elephant clothes, with a happy look on his face, drinking tea and talking with the ladies on the same side.

What's rare is that Bai's family has come out. She clearly remembers that Xin'er returns that Bai's family is very ill. Do you think so quickly? Bai's dress today is not so conspicuous. He is wearing a late haze purple silk Ruyi cloud pattern shirt, a woman's bun on his head, a pair of heavy gold bracelets on his wrist, a pair of butterfly cut-out gold hairpins interspersed in his hair, and a little makeup on his slightly ill face, which just conceals the pallor. At the moment, Bai was sitting under Xing with a gentle smile on his face, listening to the old lady carefully. It looks very dignified. When he saw Feng Su, Bai just looked up at her very gently. Then he lowered his head to talk with his wife. His face didn't change at all.

It was so strange that Feng Su couldn't help frowning. If there is resentment or some other look in Bai's eyes, such as warmly greeting her to sit beside her, it's still normal. But Bai's look was mild and unworthy, as if nothing had happened before. Is it just possible? A person gnashing his teeth against another person, just sick one, can you figure it out and put it down? Bai's eyes were too calm. Feng Su these thoughts in the heart turned for a while, spread out eyebrow again. No matter what Bai Shi wants to do, it's always for her. I just don't know what Bai wants to do.A public childe Madame immediately raises a head, carefully contemplates Feng Su, the eyes all delimits a silk to amaze, then is the thick disdain. It's shameless for remarried people to wear such colorful clothes. Feng Su doesn't care either. She just sits down and looks at the opposite man's table. She can't help but wonder. The crown prince sits on his seat in black, with a water colored jewel ring on his finger. His hair is tied up with a crown of two dragons playing with pearls. His eyes are cold, like the bright moon in the sky, like the peach blossom petals floating down on a rainy night. It's hazy, with a little smile, but it doesn't reach the bottom of his eyes. While the fifth prince was sitting beside him, his long hair was simply rolled up, and a sandalwood konghou hairpin was inserted between his black hair. It was very bohemian. No wonder the empress of the German imperial concubine was so angry. But in Feng Su's opinion, the fifth Prince is not necessarily an understanding person. Princess De is arrogant, but she can't see through the situation in the situation. She just pulls the fifth prince to jump in, just looking for her own death.

At this time, the housekeeper announced that the seventh prince had arrived. Feng Su's eyes suddenly retracted, fingernails pinched into the meat, and slowly relaxed. Feng Su lowered her eyes and bent her lips with an imperceptible sneer. Mo Qiyun, the seventh prince, came in from outside the courtyard. His face was like a crown jade. He was dressed in bright yellow Bauhinia auspicious cloud clothes, green cloud boots, and double spike carved Kirin white jade hanging around his waist. His face was smiling. Mo Qiyun first put the rectangular sandalwood scroll box in his hand to the hand of housekeeper Zhang, who was waiting. Then he went to the front of Xing's and grabbed his hand to express his joy. Xing was flattered and quickly stood up to salute. Mo Qiyun slowly sat down in his seat under the leadership of housekeeper Zhang.

Feng Su can't help sneering. That's Mo Qiyun's wisdom. Ming Ming, as a prince, has no pride of being a prince. Even for a lady like Xing, she is modest and respectful. It doesn't seem to be of much use, but in fact, all these women are influencing their husbands or sons who are the officials of the imperial court. Although other princes are respectful on the surface, they are always arrogant in their heart, so they will not take the initiative to show affection. Even if it's a show of kindness, it's not so reckless. It's just in the dark. For example, his Highness the prince just attended the old lady's banquet and sent people to send gifts instead of congratulating himself?