Wang Qianhui felt very happy when she saw her daughter being so filial. She smiled and said: "It's rare that Uncle Chen is so willing to help us. It's rare that Bai Yue is so filial. How can we disagree? After we have our own place, we can continue to make wine."
Sell."
In this way, the Liu family bid farewell to the shabby temple, moved into a bungalow in the suburbs, and began the most difficult period of their lives.
On this day, the autumn air was crisp, Feng Qijun was walking in the garden, and as he walked he reached the back garden. He stepped on the fallen flowers and walked into the flower forest. From a distance, he saw a woman dressed in white as snow, holding a flower basket.
Feng Qijun was wandering among the flowers, twirling them and smiling. She was more beautiful than the flowers. Such stunning beauty and beauty made Feng Qijun stunned. She couldn't believe what she saw in front of her.
She shuttled among the flowers, picking petals like a passionate fairy.
When did a beautiful woman appear in Fengjiabao? Could it be that she came from the sky? He just watched quietly. He didn't dare to move or breathe, for fear that if he was not careful, the fairy would float away.
Liu Qingcong felt a pair of blazing eyes looking at her. She looked back and saw the young master of the Feng family standing under a flower tree, looking at her in trance, with his snow-white gown fluttering in the breeze.
She walked towards him slowly with a smile on her face, and said, "Hello, young master! I am here to thank you for saving my life today."
"You...girl, when did you come here? How come I haven't seen you before?" Feng Qijun looked at her face. It was such a moving face that no one who saw it would forget it.
"Young Master has forgotten so quickly? It was the Young Master who rescued me up the mountain that day and took me in. Now my injuries are all healed, all thanks to the Young Master." She smiled brightly.
"It turns out it's you! I can't even see it. It's true that people rely on clothes, not gold." Feng Qijun smiled broadly, cursing himself in his heart for being blind because he couldn't see such a beautiful woman.
"I can't blame you. If it weren't for you, I would still be a dirty and smelly beggar on the street. Thank you for giving me a place to stay. I will definitely work hard." She thanked him from the bottom of her heart.
"You have already thanked me, so don't thank me back and forth." Feng Qijun felt that the woman in front of him could not match the temperament of a girl from a mountain village. He felt secretly happy in his heart and asked softly: "Are you still here?
Are you used to it?"
"People here are very kind to me, and I am very happy living here."
"What are you doing?" Feng Qijun asked, pointing to the flower basket in her hand.
"This is the rose that Madam asked for. Roses have many uses. They can not only beautify the landscape, be used as medicine and food, but can also be used as spices, which have beauty and health effects." Liu Green's jade fingers were on the petals.
Flying, the petals fall gracefully into the flower basket.
Feng Qijun looked at her dancing green fingers and fell into a trance again.
A maid rushed over from a distance: "Hello, young master! Xiaoqing, why are you so slow? If you don't go over, my wife will lose her temper."
"Okay, I'll go there right away." Liu Qingcong quickly followed Xiao Qing, then suddenly turned back to Feng Qijun and said, "I have to go wait on Madam."
Feng Qijun looked at her leaving back, feeling an inexplicable joy in his heart.
