Chapter 89: Mo Zhilan who threatens to be damned【2】
The expression on Feng Xizi's face was already unpredictable. Every word Mo Zhilan said hit her heart. This body is not hers, but all the memories on this body belong to her...
"They must believe in Zi'er, right?" Mo Zhilan was full of confidence and had captured Feng Xizi's heart.
Feng Xizi took a deep breath and finally sighed: "You win... let my second brother go. I will keep my promise and close the fifteen Qianfang branches of the Feng family in Dongyang. However, after I close Qianfang,
The imperial court must start a southwestern medicine business as compensation to the Feng family, and promise not to collect any taxes on the Feng family’s Jiangnan silk sales for three years. This time, I want it written in black and white, your regent’s handwriting!”
Mo Zhilan had no objection to Feng Xizi's request. He turned around and took the memorial from the desk. After finishing writing, he pressed his personal seal and handed it to Feng Xizi: "Zi'er, you are really smart and know how to choose.
That’s what’s best for you.”
Feng Xizi didn't appreciate it and handed Qi Yu the handwriting. She didn't bother to look at him again, snorted, turned around and left.
Qiu Yu, on the other hand, stood on the spot, staring at Mo Zhilan, who was dressed in elegant clothes: "Your Majesty, what a trick."
"Easy to say, easy to talk about. I never get what I want." Mo Zhilan put his hands behind his hands and looked at Qi Yu in a graceful manner.
"I will not give up. Compared with protecting her, I will choose the latter." Qiyu turned the jade flute in her hand and pointed at Mo Zhilan: "And I will definitely get what I want."
Mo Zhilan said nothing, maintaining his elegance and confidence, looking at the beautiful young man in red clothes with a faint smile.
【Su Liu Weiyang】
In the evening, wine and food were prepared at Qianqianfang. Starting from the gate, there were saddles, charcoal basins, perilla leaves, and sea salt, all of which were used to remove bad luck and attract good luck.
Feng Yue looked at them, her mouth twitching, "Little sister, this is..."
"This is to get rid of your bad luck, so that you don't bring the bad luck you brought out of prison to the Feng family!" Feng Xi raised her eyebrows in a leisurely manner, with an expression that said if you don't leave, I will force you to leave.
If I had known that Feng Xizi was not someone to be trifled with, especially the four brothers of the Feng family, everyone knew that in the Feng family, Feng Xizi was the Supreme Emperor - Sighing, Feng Yue still chose to obediently cross the saddle, jump over the brazier, and was beaten again.
Zi Su Ye was "whipped" repeatedly and was finally beaten to pieces by Ting He who was holding sea salt.
The smell of sea salt was all over his body. Feng Xi frowned and felt uncomfortable in his stomach. He quickly covered his nose and pointed at Feng Yue and shouted: "Go take a shower and change clothes quickly! Let's have a banquet tonight!"
Feng Yue had no problem with it. She had been in prison for half a month. Even though she had a special status and was well fed and clothed, she couldn't stand the sour smell in the prison.
After Feng Yue finished washing, a banquet was also set up in the hall of the Feng Family Villa. Feng Xizi sat in the second seat, Qiyu sat under Feng Xizi, and Tinghe sat in the second seat at the other end. The main seat was left to Feng.
Yue.
Even though it was a banquet, it was just for her family to eat casually. As the head of the family, Feng Xizi had been bullying the Feng family brothers on the surface. In fact, she respected them more than anyone else. On weekdays, she always
They are arranged according to age, and she will never praise herself too highly.
Feng Yue smiled, sat on the main seat, and greeted: "Everyone, let's get started."
Tinghe always ate with his host, so he didn't have any scruples at the moment. He picked up the bowl and started eating. Qiyu watched Feng Xizi move, then picked up the chopsticks and ate slowly.