The female supporting role in Quick Transmigration wants to help the boss survive

Chapter 12 King Qi's peerless medical concubine (12)

East of the city, Feng Mansion.

The house was brightly lit, and there were not many people in the usually bustling Feng Mansion. Only Feng Yun'er and his second wife, Jia Shi, were left to sit in the hall. Even Feng Jiangjun personally rode his horse to Nanshan to search for the person.

"Mother, do you think this Feng Yao will run away..." Feng Yun'er pinched Jia Shi's shoulder, carelessly.

Jia took a sip of the strong tea in the cup, and patted the jade hand on his shoulder: "Don't worry, who doesn't know Feng Yao's character, maybe where to find a wild man..."

How could Mrs. Jia not understand her own daughter's thoughts, no matter whether Feng Yao's dead girl ran away or not, she would not let Yun'er enter the palace and marry a useless person: "Don't worry, Yun'er, there is a mother here..."

Hearing Jia's comforting herself, Feng Yun'er also heaved a sigh of relief: "That's right, my good sister is the best at hooking up wild men, otherwise she wouldn't lose her perfect body. I still don't know which one it is." What the wild man did..."

"Mother... When will you help me and Dad to mention Qin Shizi?" Feng Yun'er thought of Qin Heng's handsome appearance, and the little flowers in her heart were in full bloom, and her cheeks on both sides turned red.

In the past, when the Marquis of Yongan's Mansion and the Feng Mansion communicated, it was always Qin Shizi who came here. Feng Yun'er fell in love with Qin Heng the first time she saw her, but she was her daughter's family...

Seeing her daughter's shy appearance, Jia's mouth turned up, with a loving expression on her face: "How can a daughter's family propose marriage in person without being shy?"

"No, I just like Mr. Qin Shizi's gentle and jade-like appearance!"

Feng Yun'er stopped pinching Jia Shi's shoulder, jumped in front of Jia Shi, held Jia Shi's hand and shook it from side to side, and said coquettishly: "Mother, help Yun'er~"

"Okay, okay, the eldest son of the Yong'an Hou Mansion is not a good person... But mother heard that his reputation in the city is very stinky..."

The son of Yong'an Hou Mansion is unrestrained and unrestrained, often stepping into the land of fireworks to find singers and have fun. With such a reputation, no rich and powerful daughter wants to marry. Who knows what kind of muscle my daughter has made a mistake, but she has fallen in love with such a playboy .

"There is no man who doesn't care about it. Nowadays, the Holy Majesty also has a lot of beauties in the harem, and there are also three wives and four concubines from powerful families. As long as I take the position of mistress, I will be the most prestigious woman in the Yong'an Hou Mansion..." Feng Yuner Smacking her lips, her face full of disbelief, isn't she the fireworks girl?She, Feng Yun'er, can't match those vases that sell her looks?
"Nonsense... Do you really think that the position of the mistress of the Yong'an Hou Mansion is so good?" Jia shook off Feng Yun'er's hand, with anger in her tone, "Now that Feng Yao has disappeared, you are the only girl left in the Feng family. You can't say such things in front of your father!"

Let Feng Jiangjun know that his daughter has such thoughts, so it's okay?

"Yes, daughter knows..." Feng Yun'er curled her lips, a little dissatisfied in her heart, but thinking that Feng Yao would soon be married to a fool, she was in a good mood, and drank tea with Jia Shi.

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In the west of the city, Feng Yao followed several Xiaosi all the way to an uninhabited forest, hid behind a tree, and saw a group of people lay down the straw mats on the ground.

After several people had been busy for a long time and left, Feng Yao stepped forward to check.

I saw that the straw mat had been unfolded, and lying on it was Yu Qing'er, whose clothes were disheveled and whose valuable ornaments had been taken away.

Feng Yao knelt down to test Yu Qing'er's breath, the breath was weak, and he was already in and out, but he was not completely dead yet.

After a few stitches, every silver needle turned black, Feng Yao frowned: "What kind of poison is this..."

(End of this chapter)