"She will definitely retaliate." Xie Xun said with a cold face, fearing that Feng Yu would show his weakness in the palace, so he urged Qiu Xiang, "Hurry up and fix the beads."
Qiuxiang didn't dare to delay, so she quickly went to the wing and took out all the fallen beads to check carefully. Fengyu was born in the Yin period, her soul was weak, and she needed soul-suppressing beads.
, Feng Yu can only penetrate Xie Xun's soul. As long as Feng Yu's Soul Suppressing Pearl leaves her body, her soul will penetrate Xie Xun.
Two years ago when he was in the Northern Barbarians, he led the Zhenbei cavalry to charge to the right and was invincible. At that time, he beheaded the Northern Barbarian defenders. Just when the spring breeze was triumphant, he suddenly felt that the world was spinning and he convulsed and fell off his horse. When he woke up again, he was
Feng Yu. The Feng family moved to the capital with Feng Changlin. As soon as they entered the city gate, Xie Xun suddenly transformed into Feng Yu and was frightened. When the servant came to stop him, he was kicked to the ground by Xie Xun. There was still a commotion at the city gate that day.
There was a huge commotion, and the rumor that the third girl of the Feng family was rude, savage, and mentally ill came out at that time.
After he transformed into Feng Yu, he was eager to return to the battlefield, but to no avail. He was also deeply trapped in the panic of becoming Feng Yu and being trapped in the boudoir. He searched everywhere for a solution. Qiuxiang accidentally repaired the coral bracelet and put it on him.
At that time, Xie Xun returned to the battlefield.
When I returned to the front line in Ningzhou, I found out that I had a convulsion and fell off my horse. I was hit by an arrow in the back, and my left leg was trampled by the Northern Barbarian cavalry. From then on, I suffered from leg problems. I was tired and in pain on a cloudy day and could not adapt to the severe cold in Ningzhou. Shot from behind.
I still don’t know who shot that arrow.
Rong's mother in Songhe Garden came to the moon gate and asked to see Fengyu. Qiuxiang heard the noise and came out in a hurry, "Little Marquis, please... be patient for a moment. Our girl is very docile and polite in front of others."
"Meek and polite?" Xie Xun smiled. It was clearly a black-hearted lotus.
Qiuxiang could hear his sarcasm and was very embarrassed. Rong's mother had already come in. The old lady and the eldest lady asked Fengyu to go to the main hall. Qiuxiang's bracelet had not been repaired yet, and she was so worried that her forehead was covered with sweat, so she had to persuade Xie Xun to go and deal with it first.
Xie Xun took a deep breath, stood up patiently, and strode forward, but accidentally stepped on the hem of her skirt and almost fell. The girls were startled and turned to look at her.
Chun Xi showed doubts, but said nothing. She lowered her head and looked at her toes.
Xie Xun, "..."
Qiuxiang hurriedly came over to support him and lowered her voice, "Little Marquis, girls should walk more gently..."
Xie Xun threw Qiuxiang away, lifted up her skirt and walked forward quickly. She was clearly dressed as a lady from a famous family, but she showed off the aura of a general killing the enemy. The steps on her head swung wildly. Rong's mother and the girls were stunned. This was them.
The third girl in the family? Did her personality change drastically after her engagement was broken off?
Xie Xun thought Bu Yao was in the way, so he raised his hand to pick it off. Qiuxiang's eyes darkened, and she screamed forward, "I can't help it, girl, please."
"Let go!" Xie Xun said coldly.
Qiuxiang held on to him tightly and said, "Put down your skirt, walk slowly, and don't pick up your steps."
Xie Xun took a deep breath and had no intention of arguing with the little girl, "I know."
In the main hall of the Feng family, the old lady, Feng Changlin and his wife, Feng Wan and Feng Shu were all there. Feng Wan was the eldest sister. She was eighteen years old this year. She was born in the same year as Feng Shu and was only three months older than Feng Shu. Feng Shu was older than Feng Shu.
Feng Yu was one year younger and was the fourth girl in the family. Xie Xun was used to being carefree, so I felt pity for not being able to play Feng Yu. I greeted her with a cold face and casually sat on the empty chair in the first row on the left.
Acting like a master, Qiuxiang's eyes widened.
Little Marquis, that is the position of the second master.
There was an eerie silence in the main hall for a moment. Feng Yu and Xie Xun exchanged words several times. Every time he passed through his soul, Feng Yu was very rebellious, causing signs that Feng Yu's mood was unstable. She had been sick and weak since she was a child, so the Feng family would not hold her back.
As for the side details, Feng Jian curled her lips in displeasure. She was so arrogant after getting into trouble. She was really pretending to be pitiful in her usual life.
"Yu'er, did you send someone to cause trouble in front of Jiang's house?" Feng Changlin asked urgently.
"So what?"
"If you are humiliated at the hairpin ceremony, your family will uphold justice for you. If the girl's family shows up and does such an outrageous thing, others will only say that my goddaughter, the Feng family, is incompetent." Feng Changlin scolded her harshly.
Xie Xun said, "I will avenge my revenge, and I don't have to worry about others."
Qiuxiang was so anxious that she wanted to wake him up. Now you are my girl, not the young marquis, how dare you contradict your elders like this.
"Younger, don't be rude!" Seeing that she was weak, the old lady couldn't bear to be too harsh. She was so humiliated at the Hairpin Ceremony, so it was normal for her to be angry. "When the anger is gone, let's end this matter. Don't do it again."
Incident."
Feng Changqing and his wife fought all year round, and Feng Shu and Feng Yu were both raised by the old lady.
"Mother, you are too partial to her. When she made such a fuss, my colleagues laughed at me for being timid and afraid of getting into trouble. I was embarrassed by letting the younger members of the family come out to make trouble." Feng Changlin was angry.
"That's right." Xie Xun leaned back lazily, his tone casual and mocking.
Feng Shu was engaged to Xie Zhang, the eldest son of the concubine of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion, and Xie Zhang had been in his heart for many years and was very much in love with her.
Brave and good at fighting, loyal and honest, Feng Changlin had a good career in officialdom. With the support of Mrs. Feng, he rose through the ranks. His shortcomings were that he was too rigid and did not know how to adapt.
"Feng Yu, what did you say?" Feng Changlin always said the right thing at home.
Mrs. Feng frowned slightly and noticed that Feng Yu was a little too deviant today. Feng Wan chuckled and said, "Father, the third sister has been wronged and is not angry. It is inevitable that she will be disrespectful. Don't be the same as her."
"She has been wronged?" Feng Changlin pointed at Feng Yu, "She is a deviant. What kind of reputation does she have in the capital? Shu'er is getting married, so it will not be affected. She has made such a mess, and the Feng family has been taught that women are incompetent.
What about your marriage to Yao'er? Her reputation will affect the whole family."
Feng Wan lowered her head with a lonely expression. Feng Yao was unhappy and stared at Xie Xun.
Xie Xun stood up with a slap on the case, his eyes were like a blade unsheathed, and he had an aura that made people surrender. He had been pampered and cared for since he was a child, and he was arrogant and arrogant. No one except Zhenbei Hou would dare to point his nose and scold him. Feng Changlin saw it.
He had to bow and pay homage in a proper manner, but he was not used to Feng Changlin. But he forgot for a moment that he was in Feng Yu's body and habitually slapped the table and stood up. The pain in his palm was so painful that Xie Xun was stunned. He
Looking at the red palms in shock, he forgot to scold Feng Changlin.
It's just a slap on the table. Does it hurt so much?
But no matter how painful it was, the young general who had been on the battlefield for a long time did not show any pain at all, and his momentum could never be lost.
Qiuxiang gritted her teeth, lowered her head to hold back her laughter, and felt sorry for her girl's palm.
Chunlu tugged on her sleeves to signal her to restrain herself, but Qiuxiang did not dare to be presumptuous again.
"What do you want to do, to contradict your elders?" Feng Changlin was intimidated by his aura and struck first, but he was confused in his heart. How could Feng Yu, who was raised in a boudoir, have such a strong aura?