Feng Qing was in a good mood this day after being sent to her by her son until Mrs. Yuan came to her in person.

It’s not that Mrs. Yuan thought, but Lord Yuan was uneasy. Fang Zheng didn’t play according to common sense, which made Yuan Zhonghai wary. When he went back, he asked Mrs. Yuan to come to find Feng Qing so that he could inquire.

Mrs. Yuan and Yuan Zhonghai are worthy of being husband and wife. Both of them are round and rich, but unlike Yuan Zhonghai's Maitreya Buddha's smile, Mrs. Yuan should be reserved and cold.

Mrs. Yuan also knew Feng Qing's background. Although Feng Qing is the governor's wife, after all, her original identity is there. Even if Mrs. Yuan tried her best to squeeze out a smile, Feng Qing felt that this person was still high.

After seeing many noble ladies in Kyoto, Mrs. Yuan really didn't let her look at her differently.

Mrs. Yuan brought a gift from a half-carriage, involving food, clothing and use.

"Mrs. Yuan is polite. We really can't accept these gifts." To Mrs. Yuan's expectations, Feng Qing rejected her generous gift.

Feng Qing lived for two lifetimes and saw a lot of good things. Although Mrs. Yuan saw many things coming to her, she really fell into Feng Qing's eyes. Mrs. Yuan probably felt that Fang Zheng and Feng Qing were born in poverty. Even if she had been an official in the capital, she would be unable to afford these Dongzis.

Mrs. Yuan thought Feng Qing was doing it. She stepped forward and reached out to hold Feng Qing's hand. "Mrs. Fang, these are just a little care between me and the master, not worth mentioning. It has only been two days since Lord Fang and his wife came to Liangzhou. I believe there are still many food and clothing that are not ready. What we sent today are what we usually use, so you can save yourself the money you go out and buy it."

"Madam is joking." Feng Qing pulled his hand out of Mrs. Yuan's hand. She tidied her hair and said with a smile: "Before coming, everything here has been prepared. Madam, you can see it. The yard we rented is not big. If you accept this gift from Mrs., you may not even have a place to put it."

Mrs. Yuan really didn't expect Feng Qing to use this excuse. She was a little poor at the moment. Mrs. Yuan lived so much that she had never seen anyone who could see Jinzi.

She winked at the maid beside her. The maid knew it and turned around and took out a gorgeous brocade box from the carriage. The material of the brocade box was not visible, and it was wrapped with a layer of brightly colored silk cloth.

The maid opened the brocade box and turned the brocade box in a direction so that Feng Qing could see the jewelry head and face in the half box inside.

In the sun, the golden beads and silver hairpins shine brightly, almost piercing Feng Qing's eyes.

Feng Qing looked sideways uncomfortable and squinted his eyes.

"What does Mrs. Yuan mean?"

Mrs. Yuan misunderstood Feng Qing's actions. She sneered in her heart, but she was kind on her face, "We women, we have to clean up ourselves well. Last time, I heard from the maid that Mrs. Fang was dressed in a simple manner, but she was really not worthy of Mrs. Fang's beauty. Men have seen a lot outside. If the wife is dirty after returning home, she will definitely be cold to the hearts of the man. Everyone says that women are to please themselves. If we want to capture the man's heart, we must not be more glamorous than those outside?"

I have to say that Mrs. Yuan’s words can be regarded as heart-to-heart.

But who told her to face Feng Qing?

Feng Qing smiled, and she touched her face and said, "It's okay. My husband said I am naturally beautiful. If I bring these vulgar things, it will damage my beauty."

After the words finished, Feng Qing felt chills in his heart for a moment.

Mrs. Yuan's face froze.

She could be Feng Qing's mother at the age, but she was still jealous of Feng Qing's beauty, especially when she heard that there was only Feng Qing in Fang Zheng's backyard, and when she thought of more than a dozen concubines of different colors in her backyard, she felt even more uncomfortable.

Jealousy often comes inexplicably, Mrs. Yuan reluctantly pulls the corner of her mouth, "Mrs. Fang doesn't know that no matter how beautiful this person is, he will get tired of it after seeing him every day. Mrs. Don't be careless. These men work outside all day long, and they will inevitably go to the fireworks place. It is also inevitable that they will be covered with rouge powder. Mrs. Fang is still young and you are still mixing oil in honey. But in a few years, who will be sure?"

She and Yuan Zhonghai also spent a few years of harmony between the two, but men are naturally fond of the new and the old. Although she is much more open now, when she meets Fang Zheng and Feng Qing, the hidden pain in her heart is still picked up.

Feng Qing smiled but said nothing. There was no need to tell others about her relationship with Fang Zheng.

Mrs. Yuan misunderstood Feng Qing's silence. Her eyes turned again and she smiled and said, "I see that there is no decent person by Mrs. Fang. This man, once he has thought about it, we women can't stop him. It's better for us to prepare a few people who know the truth for them, so that we can hold these people in the palm of our hands in the future and live a more comfortable life."

Feng Qing felt uncomfortable when she heard this. She asked quietly: "What should I do according to the wife's meaning?"

"If Mrs. Fang doesn't dislike her, I can look at some honest and easy-to-male Fang for her. Mrs. Fang holds their contracts, and they probably won't be able to make any tricks." Mrs. Yuan pretended to be pondering, and then said to Feng Qingtui in his heart.

puff--

Feng Qing couldn't help but cover her mouth and smiled.

This smile made Mrs. Yuan’s face look a little bad, and she realized that she was being played with by Feng Qing.

Mrs. Yuan's face suddenly sank, "What does Mrs. Fang mean?"

Feng is still young and does not have the kind of noble character who has been flattered for many years. Mrs. Yuan can't help but treat her as a junior, and her tone is a bit stern.

After putting away his smile, Feng Qing straightened his spine, and naturally a sense of indescribable majesty appeared on his body.

At first glance, it looks very similar to Fang Zheng.

"Mrs. Yuan is blaming Mrs. Yuan?" Feng Qing sneered, "Mrs. Yuan is not worried about Mrs. Yuan's family affairs. Not everyone loves each other like Lord Yuan, nor do everyone be so boring with Mrs. Yuan."

Feng Qing suddenly lost interest, and she waved her hand, "I still have something to do today, Mrs. Yuan, please give me some advice."

After speaking, Feng Qing turned around and left, leaving Mrs. Yuan with a slender and beautiful back.

Mrs. Yuan was so angry that she almost cut off her nails. She stood there and almost couldn't control her expression on her face.

"Madam Yuan, please." Guard Jin appeared nearby at some point, and he made a gesture of inviting Mrs. Yuan.

If it weren't for the maid's support, Mrs. Yuan would almost turn her anger. She took a few deep breaths, suppressed her anger, shook her sleeves, and "Go home."

When she returned to Yuan’s mansion, Madam Yuan’s anger not only did not fade, but became even more angry. She threw several sets of tea sets in a row, which made her slightly better.

"Madam, calm down." The maid knelt at Mrs. Yuan's feet and whispered, "I have a word, I don't know whether to say it or not."

"explain."

"Mrs. Fang is so sure that Master Fang will not accept anyone in the room, even my servants can't bear to see him. But what if Master Fang has accepted someone in the room? Mrs. Fang may not be able to laugh." The maid said in a delicate voice.

Mrs. Yuan took the teacup and then gently put it down. Her face finally looked a little better. She curled the corners of her lips and smiled, "Zi Yuan, you are still smart. You go and find this person for me. I heard that the master was going to invite Fang Zheng to the banquet. When I was full of wine and food, I wanted to see if this Fang Zheng was really Liu Xiahui."

Zi Yuan bowed, "Yes."

Feng Qinggang, who had not yet known that he had been plotted against, returned to the backyard, and Xiaobudian ran over. This time, he was not holding a flower in his hand, but a piece of kidney bean cake.

Pastry crumbs were stained on the corners of his mouth and his face, and the dumplings vaguely shouted: "Mom, eat."

Just took a bite with Tuanzi's hand, Feng Qing wiped off the pastry crumbs from Tuanzi's face and touched the little soft face with his fingertips, "Tuanzi is so good."

As Tuanzi grew up day by day, her little face became more and more like Fang Zheng. According to what Fang Jiang said, Tuanzi and Fang Zheng were really carved from the same mold.

It's just that he's a little bit bad.

"Tuanzi, do you miss your father?" Looking at Tuanzi's little face, Feng Qing couldn't help but think of Fang Zheng. After hearing what Mrs. Yuan said, she was not worried, but instead thought of Fang Zheng even more.

"Dad, think." Tuanzi took another bite of the pastry, and the vague milk sound made Feng Qing soft.

She kissed Tuanzi's forehead and then picked up the person, "Then we'll pick up your father today."

The dumpling didn't bother to answer Feng Qing's words, and handed the pastry to Feng Qing's mouth, wanting to stuff it into her mouth.

Feng Qing took another bite and deliberately smacked his lips, "It's delicious."

Duanzi giggled and said, "It's delicious, delicious."

It is natural for the child to have a mother, but the intimacy of the Fang family's little Tuanzi to his mother is even more than that of ordinary children. He wishes he could stick to his mother every day. He was the first to think of giving it to his mother if there were delicious food and fun. Fang Jiang's heart was sometimes sore.

Today is much cooler than yesterday, and the dumplings are energetic. After lunch, they woke up after sleeping for an hour. After half a day, they stayed on Feng Qing's legs.

Feng Qing played with him for a long time. When the heat dissipated a little more, he led Xiao Tuanzi, greeted Fang Jiang and Aunt Jin, and went out.

Guard Jin and maid Xiaoyin followed behind her mother to protect her.

Feng Qing wanted to feel the customs and customs of Liangzhou. Today it was rare to be cooler, so she planned to walk to the prefecture.

She also wanted to let Tuanzi see the scene outside.

Qingque Street is worthy of being the most prosperous street in Liangzhou. Not to mention the exquisitely decorated shops on both sides, even the small stalls on both sides of the road make people dazzled.

There are all kinds of people selling, there are many pedestrians on the road, and there are people in front of every stall.

Feng Qing hugged Tuanzi and asked in a low voice: "What do Tuanzi want? Mom bought it for you."

There were shouts and hawking beside him, "Madam, buy a rattle for the young master. This is a product purchased from Kyoto. Look at the material and color, children like it."

"Do you want the dumpling?" Feng Qingxian asked the dumpling.

Tuanzi glanced at the rattle that was shaking by the vendor, then opened her eyes and put her hands on Feng Qing's neck, looking disinterested.

The vendor was embarrassed. He had never seen a child who didn't like rattle, which was amazing.

Although Tuanzi was free, who had made him a father like Fang Zheng? Since Tuanzi could speak, Fang Zheng had read more than ten books for him, including astronomy and geography. Tuanzi didn't know whether he could listen or not, but he was not impatient anyway.
Chapter completed!