167. Chapter 167 Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger
Guiwan's whole body was shaking, not knowing whether it was because of anger or pain. Looking at Feng Jingyun's weak appearance, like the most innocent person in the world, it made people feel embarrassed even to have doubts, fearing that it was...
Desecrated her pure thoughts.
She also looked back, ice flashed across her eyes for a moment, and she returned to her gentle and innocent look.
That cold gaze was like a reminder from the ground. Feng Guiwan suddenly felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. Thinking of all the things he had done to Feng Jingyun in the past, he actually felt that death was approaching, a kind of haze shrouded by death.
The whole body was attacked. When did Feng Jingyun have such a superb method, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, killing people without repaying their lives and still looking innocent? How terrifying!
"Who has better piano skills, Miss Feng Si or Miss Feng Wu? If you think Miss Feng Wu will win, please raise your hand." An official shouted.
Except for the servants who were not qualified to judge, there were more than a thousand congratulators in the audience, but not one of them raised their hands.
The eldest lady begged, "Please, my lords, raise your hands! My Wan'er can't lose! Just think of it as helping me, poor concubine, Wan'er can't lose anymore!" She cried so much that she had runny noses.
The makeup was stained by tears and crying. The makeup was messed up on the face, which was completely ugly.
There are still people who feel pity and hesitate to raise their hands.
Is she the only one who can cry? Tears were streaming down Wei Xuemei's face quietly, "Today is my thirty-eighth birthday. Looking back, I married into the Marquis, and since the second year, I have never had a birthday party again.
The Marquis has prepared a birthday banquet for the eldest lady every year, and I have never complained. It has been almost twenty years, and Wei Xuemei is very grateful that you can be here today. And my poor Yun'er, since she was born, she has not
It was a birthday party, but Feng returned late, and there were not a few people who came to attend her birthday party every year. Yun'er has not had a good life in the Marquis these years. The miserable situation between Yun'er and I in the past had a reason. I believe it.
All the guests here understand to some extent. I don’t ask for anything else. I just ask that for the sake of the little lady’s birthday today, you can treat my bet between Yun’er and Feng Guiwan fairly! Only fairness, everyone
Only then can you have a clear conscience!”
Every word she wrote was filled with tears and complaints. Wei Xuemei's grace was still there, and her tearful face made countless people soften their hearts. In addition, her appropriate words made people feel pity for them. And her last words made everyone feel sad.
Makes sense.
Only by being fair can you have a clear conscience.
None of those who had hesitated raised their hands.
The eldest lady almost collapsed on the maid who was supporting her, weak and weak, "Wan'er this time..."
Jun Youqi opened the folding fan, fanned it coolly, and announced in a clear voice, "No one raised their hands in favor of Feng Guiwan winning, that means everyone unanimously agreed that Feng Jingyun won."
"Indeed." The rising and falling voice of approval.
Feng Guiwan remained motionless on the chair, her eyelids turned white, and she was about to faint from the shock. Feng Jingyun flicked her fingertips from an angle that no one could see, and the powder disappeared into Guiwan's slightly opened lips.
I am not afraid that she will really faint or pretend to be faint again to escape.
When everyone calmed down, Jun Youqi pointed at the long row of servants and ordered, "You are all ready for Miss Feng Wu."
"Yes." Hundreds of servants lined up in a long line spread their legs and formed a long arch, which looked a bit spectacular at first glance.
Feng Jingyun said helplessly, "Fifth sister, please... do it." Her voice was full of unbearability.
