Chapter 15

She was reduced to this man's servant. It was strange to say that when she first went to orchid incense yard, she accidentally bumped into a rich young man when she went out to buy. She was instructed by the man to beat the servant for a long time. She fled into the lane and knocked over a stove for making herbal medicine. As a result, she was rushed out of the house and beat up the family members who were chasing her Go, but ordered her to compensate his "nine continents and ten areas of the great luojinxian reincarnation pill."

The name is bluffing and the essence is deceitful. Idiots can see that there is no "Huisheng pill" produced by boiling licorice and acanthopanax bark in the mud stove of dilapidated houses in shabby alleys.

But Feng Zhiwei also had to pinch his nose to recognize, she was not afraid of power, she was afraid of strong fist.

Since then, she has been selling herself as a coolie to report back day by day in order to pay off the "huge debt". Within a few days, she realized that the master's bad temperament and strange behavior were really appalling. She was told to wipe the table, the four corners of the table could burst out, and she was told to wash clothes. After washing, she began to have spots all over her body, which disappeared three days later, which made her have to cover up for a few days When she opened the door every day, she would have a secret service, or a silent finger, or a tiger's fist in the wind, or a sword flashing in the cold light, or a ghost hidden weapon.

How can a man have so many offensive moves? Feng knew that she didn't understand, but day by day she dodged down. She found that she had gradually become light and agile, and the hot air flow in her body seemed to have the tendency of submission.

With this feeling, Feng Zhiwei was willing to be enslaved, and after going out to buy every day, she would report back.

She took a bucket of water and poured it into the stove. The herbs in the stove smelled strange. Since she was a child, Feng Zhiwei was taught by Mrs. Feng herself. She was familiar with the channels and acupoints of the human body and various kinds of medicines, but she could not tell what was cooking in the stove. In fact, except for the first day's Licorice Wujia PI, Daluo Jinxian Huisheng pill, the herbs boiled every day, Can't tell what it is.

Feng Zhiwei patiently controlled the fire, opened the lid from time to time to see the heat, and accepted the smelly medicine of the face baptism - this is one of the strange requirements of this man.

The reddish mist was sent out from the pot and splashed on her face. It turned out to be slightly cool and pungent. Feng Zhiwei unconsciously took a breath and felt comfortable. The heat flow in her body suddenly flowed merrily, but it was not as hot as before, warm and pressed.

She was addicted to this strange feeling and was reluctant to leave for a moment. Unexpectedly, the man in broad robe lifted his hand and smashed an object fiercely. Feng Zhi made a slight concession. When she looked back, she saw the man in black flashing his eyes, which was quite strange.

She was stunned. Then she looked down to see what she had in her hand. It was a Book of essays. The author's handwriting was not very good, but the writing style was arrogant. The words were novel and interesting, different from the language of today. The contents included the feelings of martial arts, travel notes, politics, and history. She wrote in a disorderly and random way, but the words were brilliant The more I look at it, the more frightened I am. My eyes suddenly freeze on a certain page.

At the top of the page, another person's handwriting suddenly appeared. It said, "Qing Qing, please allow me to see it."

Then there is the original author's handwriting, which looks very vicious: "peeping shame!"

On the next line, the beautiful handwriting answers, "it's not shameful to tell and spy on it."

The original author is more vicious: "blame and continue to peep, more shame!"

Feng Zhiwei couldn't help laughing. She thought that the couple were really wonderful people. Somehow, she felt that the two men and women who left the handwriting must be a couple of men and women, and they were lovers who were in agreement with each other.

However, her eyes swept to the next line, and she suddenly surprised the pamphlet in her hand!

That line was written by the man who had a smart handwriting.

"A snitch is a shame."

Feng Zhiwei's surprise is not trivial -- is it about her? Is she laughing?

Then he felt that he was afraid of himself. How could it be that the people in this book had been dead for many years, and how could they not have predicted it.

She picked up the book and shivered again and again the next second.

"Don't be surprised, sir. Be careful not to scatter the pamphlet."

Feng knew that she was shocked to the extreme, but not flustered. At this time, she could confirm that the man's words in the book were said to her.

With the idea of teasing in her heart, she put the book on the fire without looking at the next line.

Kuanpao people seem to be shocked, bowed to stop, Feng Zhiwei has quickly hand back.

Then she saw the top and bottom lines of the book. The man wrote, "this book is made of gold silk and skin, and can't be burnt out." The next sentence followed, but changed the tone, as if to the author of the book, "this child is as naughty as you."

The next sentence was answered by the woman, who seemed helpless. "Why bother to find out the source spirit after hundreds of years? Don't scare people. "

There is no dialogue writing at the bottom. Feng Zhiwei rubs the pages of the book and thinks with a smile. Maybe the pair put down their pens and hide in a place where they can love each other.Looking back on the couple years ago, they talked with each other under the moon and stopped writing with a smile. It was really a beautiful scene.

The broad robed man was silent all the time. His head and face were covered in his extremely large robe. It seemed that he did not want to be seen. He only moved when Feng knew that he was going to burn books.

The smell of medicine is curling in the medicine stove, and the faint fragrance is heavy in the old book. The eyes of the broad robed person suddenly fall on the tip of Fengzhi's tiny finger.

I don't know when, Feng Zhiwei's fingertips are slightly red, especially when they are close to the medicine stove, and then gradually fade away.

The broad robed man's eyes flashed, but Feng Zhiwei didn't know the change. After finishing her chores, she waved the pamphlet to the other party: "can you take it back to see it?"

After thinking about it, he added, "I will be careful not to be found."

She felt that the book was not only a miscellany. The golden silk skin that she had never heard of, nor the strange animal that she had never heard of. The identity of the person who could write in the book must be unusual, and the words left behind must be of great value. Everyone was innocent and had to bear the guilt. She had better not ask for it, but somehow, she was very reluctant to give up.

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!