The Lotus King moved his new house and has not hanged a plaque. At this moment, under the command of the Lotus King, the subordinates hung a plaque with the words "Lotus Mansion" written on it to the door of the mansion.

The people below were picking ladders, and the Lotus King was commanding the commander, and from time to time said, "Go to the left, go to the left, oh, go to the right, right, no, right, you have to be higher." Her voice was crisp, not exactly like a woman's delicate, and it also had a little heroic spirit, it sounded unique and extremely nice.

Feng Jinyuan's carriage was parked in front of the Lotus Mansion gate. He picked up the curtains and looked out, and his eyes could not be removed from the Lotus King.

The servants of the Lian Mansion were not very good at all. They were just a plaque, but they had been hung several times but failed to reach the level of King Lotus being satisfied. King Lotus was stuck in his waist, but his annoyed look on his face made Feng Jinyuan feel even more uncontrollable.

The coachman in Feng Mansion was in a daze and lifted the curtain to ask Feng Jinyuan: "Master, don't we go back to the mansion? This car cannot be parked on the road!"

Feng Jinyuan waved his hand in annoyance, simply got out of the car, and then scolded the driver: "Where did you come from so much nonsense? Just drive the car back first!" After that, he strode forward, headed straight for the Lotus King and walked over.

The coachman was scolded for no reason, but he didn't know what he had done wrong. He was full of grievance and unhappiness. While driving the car back home, he looked back. When he saw Feng Jinyuan walking towards the stunning woman in front of the next mansion, the smile on his face made people feel that flowers were about to bloom.

The coachman still shivered and thought to himself that he had seen a ghost. Mr. Feng himself is a half-dead person, so why is he still lustful? Just stick it on, let alone just buy the Feng family. It is impossible for him to like that beautiful woman. Even if he likes him, what can he do? Can you, Mr. Feng?

The coachman drove the carriage back home with a look of contempt. Feng Jinyuan had already walked behind the Lotus King, took a deep breath, and raised his voice and bowed with a gift: "Miss, you are polite!"

Feng Zhaolian didn't expect that someone suddenly shouted like this from behind, which scared her. She turned around suddenly, patted her heart and said, "Who are you? I'm scared to death." This sound was full of unhappiness, forcing Feng Jinyuan to take two steps back.

When he saw the woman commanding the servants to hang a plaque in the carriage, he knew that this woman must not be the kind of gentle and jastic type. She was born to the woman who had been in the mansion in this life, as graceful as Yao, as plain as An, as charming as Han and Jin Zhen, and even more so generous as Kang Yi and Cheng sisters. But he had never encountered such a stunning and lively type who was a bit naughty, heroic, and careless. Feng Jinyuan was relaxed, and no matter how he looked at the woman in front of him, he felt that she was really the best in the world.

I was stunned when I saw it. I didn’t know how long I had stared at it. The servants who had been to the Lian Mansion couldn’t see it anymore. They came up and asked, “I said, who are you? Are you staring at someone like this?”

The servants of the Lian Mansion bought them now, and they didn’t know the details of the Lian King at all. They only knew that there was a second lady in the mansion who called her husband to her sister all day long. She was really pitiful.

After making the servants quarrel, Feng Jinyuan finally came to his senses and quickly bowed to King Lian, and said again: "Miss, don't misunderstand. The Feng family next door is named Feng Jinyuan. When he returned home today, he passed by here. Seeing that the lady was worried about a plaque, he thought about getting off the car and asking if the lady needed help."

"Feng Jinyuan?" Feng Zhaolian's eyes rolled and she immediately understood the identity of this person. She was not polite at the moment. She nodded and pointed to the plaque that had not been hung on the top of the door and said, "If you really want to, please help me hang that plaque!"

"This is no problem, this is no problem. I will definitely hang it for the lady. Don't worry, Miss." When Feng Zhaolian heard that he was willing to help him, Feng Jinyuan was so happy that he raised his head and said to the subordinates above: "You are all here, let me hang a plaque for the lady."

"Oh!" The servant above was amused: "Sir, look at your physical condition, a weak scholar? Are you going to hang a plaque? I'm afraid you can't even lift this plaque."

"Nonsense!" Feng Jinyuan was angry. How could he say that he was weak in front of the beauty? This was a great humiliation! "Where can you decide whether a person has the strength to distinguish his physique by his naked eyes? Come down and see if I can hang a plaque!"

The servant was so happy to see the joke, so he quickly walked down the ladder, then hugged the plaque in his hand, and told Feng Jinyuan: "Then you go up first, and then the younger one will hand you the plaque."

Feng Jinyuan nodded, held the ladder and climbed up. The ladder was not very high, and it reached the top at about sixth level and had to stop. However, when Feng Jinyuan climbed to the fourth level, he obviously felt that his legs were shaking. From the bottom, he looked at it at a not challenging height, but it was not the case that he climbed himself.

Feng Jinyuan has been a civil servant for so many years and has many subordinates in his family. When did he do such a thing as climbing high? But now he is to help the beauty, and he has so many eyes to look at him. He has blew up all his words, so he can't do it if he doesn't climb this ladder.

So, he gritted his teeth and rushed up. When he finally reached the sixth level, he said that he did not dare to spread his hand holding the ladder. Because the ladder had reached the top and there was no support on it, he could only keep his whole body bent, and his butt was very ugly.

The servant below looked at him with a funny look, and the person holding the plaque asked: "Master, are you playing Xiami? Either you stand up straight or you will be forced to take back the plaque, and the little one will hold you back and hold you."

However, Feng Jinyuan did not dare to stand up or fight back. He could only keep arching his body like this, his legs were still trembling, and he regretted his bold words just now.

King Lian sneered and looked up at him, and said bluntly: "Neighbor, didn't you say you wanted to help me hang a plaque? Why did people climb up but dare not answer it? You are a little perfunctory to help you? Are you afraid? It's okay, it's not too high in total. Even if you fall down, you won't kill anyone. But if you are just as stiff, there will be more and more people on the street, and your face will become a problem with your neighbor."

Feng Jinyuan felt anxious when he heard this. He gritted his teeth and closed his face. He didn't care whether he was too high or not. He raised his right hand and stretched his hand down: "Hand the plaque to me."

"It's so bad!" The servant immediately handed the plaque in his hand.

Feng Jinyuan held his big finger inside and four fingers outside. With a clamping force, he was about to pick up the plaque. But he really miscalculated the weight of the plaque. The man at the bottom let go, and he felt a great force falling down his arm and pulling it down. His body could no longer maintain its steady state, so he thrust directly down with this force.

The servants below were frightened and went forward one after another, but not Feng Jinyuan, but the newly made plaque. As soon as the plaque was in hand, they immediately hugged it and retreated to the side, allowing Feng Jinyuan to fall straight down from the ladder, and fell to the ground with a "bang", and no one stepped forward to support him.

It was Feng Zhaolian who shouted at the Feng Mansion: "Hey! The Feng family members are coming over quickly. A man who is suspected to be your master fell down here."

In fact, the Feng family's doorman had already seen Feng Jinyuan's work, but no one cares about it. Feng Jinyuan is not as good as before. He is not a left prime minister, but a civilian. To put it bluntly, he is still a eunuch and a civilian.

The servants from the Feng family saw Feng Jinyuan shining towards the girl with his eyes shining, and they felt contemptuous, so why were they willing to care about the mess? But now that Feng Zhaolian called someone, they had to go.

Several gatekeepers and the butler He Zhong who ran out of the mansion ran to the Lian King. When they saw Feng Jinyuan was lying on the ground with his butt under his back, they couldn't help but curl up.

But no matter how despised you are in your heart, you still have to take care of it on the face. He Zhong first stepped forward and asked, "Master, are you okay?"

When Feng Jinyuan saw that He Zhong was coming, he quickly said to him: "Hurry up! Go up and help this lady hang the plaque. It must be straightened!"

He Zhong asked him in confusion: "Why do people in our mansion go up there?"

Feng Jin was so angry that he wanted to beat someone up: "If I ask you to go up, you will go up. Why don't there be so much nonsense, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Zhaolian blocked her back. Feng Zhaolian said, "No need, there are servants in my house. The Feng family is too polite. People quickly help Mr. Feng back. It is best to invite a doctor to see where he broke it." While saying that, he covered his mouth and chuckled, then turned to the servant and said, "Go to the account room to pay ten taels of silver, which is the money I have to hire a doctor for Mr. Feng."

"No need!" Feng Jinyuan's face was gone. He endured the pain and asked He Zhong to help him walk to Feng Mansion. While walking, he did not forget to look back at Feng Zhaolian and said reluctantly: "I will come to the door to apologize later."

Feng Zhaolian smiled at him and replied, "Then we welcome Mr. Feng."

This smile made Feng Jinyuan laugh to the point of being scattered.

Until the man had already returned to Feng Mansion, the servants here started a new round of hanging plaques, and at the same time they also satirized Feng Jinyuan.

Feng Zhaolian looked at the Phoenix Mansion and felt amused. She turned her head and followed Jingwei Yunxiao who came to him and said, "Did you see it? The man just now was Yaya's shameless father. I heard that he was stabbed by Yaya's biological mother. The thing on the bottom was gone, but she was still lustful. Should such a person be dealt with hard?"

Jingwei Yunxiao nodded, "That's right, if you dare to put your ideas on your master, you will be treated as a lesson."

Feng Zhaolian curled her lips, "Can you teach the woman in the mansion a lesson who claims to be my wife every day? I'm so upset that I'm so upset!"

Yun Xiao shook his head, "That's not threatening you, and she has no malice. What's more, master, you should have more contact with women, sooner or later you will get married."

Feng Zhaolian gritted her teeth! "I will become your sister's home!"
Chapter completed!