141.Chapter 141 Qian'er Is there no place for the master here?【
Aunt Mei hurriedly stood up and helped Feng Wuji off the kang, but she still asked, "Master, do you want to go back to the main courtyard?"
Feng Wuji lowered his head and looked at her, seeing her slightly lowering her head, revealing a section of her neck that was pink and melting. There were projections of strings of beads on her neck, which were delicate and cute, beautiful and moving, until a light pink appeared on the neck, he
Then he said: "Qian'er, isn't there a place for the master here?"
Aunt Mei was frightened, but she would not refuse. After all, this was an excellent opportunity.
She was so shy that she hid her face and said, "I am already so old, but the master is still teasing me."
Then she helped him stand up, put on his boots, and ordered her maid Chunmei Qiuju to go over and prepare, add incense and silver frost charcoal to make the room warm, and then let Feng Wuji go and rest.
Sitting by the bed, Feng Wuji stretched out his hand to caress Aunt Mei's temples, and said with a low smile: "There is a fine jade rocker there, which is very suitable for Qian'er. Come, I will insert it for you."
How long ago has it been since he put a hairpin on her? It was like in a dream.
Her heart trembled, and her hand was grasped tightly by a generous hand. She couldn't help but panic.
I don’t know how long it took, but Feng Wuji seemed to be sleeping. He saw Aunt Mei knitting something next to her, thinking it was socks, and then she heard a rustling sound.
Although her voice was lowered, Feng Wuji still heard clearly. She said: "Qiu Ju, what kind of charcoal fire did you make? Why does it smell so smokey? You didn't know that the master was here, so you didn't use our best charcoal to make it. What if?
A little smoke disturbs the master's rest, and you can't eat and walk around."
Then I heard Qiu Ju whisper: "Miss, we only have two baskets of silver frost charcoal here, which were given by the madam as a gift. My aunt thought that the lady was going to go to school to study, so she took the two baskets of silver frost charcoal to buy a hand stove and a foot stove.
, this way it won’t be cold.”
Xiao Xiao reprimanded in a low voice: "It's ridiculous. There are naturally members of our family in the academy. How can there be less charcoal? How many years does it take for dad to come here and use up all the charcoal? You are still digging for it, go and change it for Yin Shuang.
Tan, Dad worked hard and finally slept peacefully, but you still want to choke him with cigarettes."
Although her voice was low, she was sure that Feng Wuji would definitely hear it.
It's strange that such a top master can't hear it.
She just wanted him to hear that in this house, she had to play tricks, otherwise how could she survive?
She wanted to help Aunt Mei get what she deserved, and also what she owed in the past.
The accounts have to be settled, slowly!
Qiu Ju went in to change the charcoal, added charcoal to the smoker, and added a handful of incense.
Feng Wuji told Qiu Ju, "Send someone to tell the lady to give Aunt Mei double the amount of silver frost charcoal in the future and send this winter's as well."
Qiu Ju immediately went to give instructions, and the little girl took the order.
Aunt Mei sighed, "Why do you need to worry about such trivial matters? You are busy with government affairs and don't take a good rest when you have time."
Feng Wuji's eyes were like water, he looked at her apologetically, and said, "I owe you these years."
Aunt Mei felt inexplicably sad, but she forced a smile and shook her head.
Feng Wuji went to hold her hand, but was almost pricked by a needle. He smiled and looked at the thing in her hand. It was not the socks he saw that day. He couldn't help but ask: "What is this?"
Aunt Mei smiled and said: "Master, this is what Xiao'er taught me. I will knit a vest for you and wear it close to your body. The pain will not be so severe in winter. After all, the clothes in the past are not close-fitting enough."
