With system support: What's wrong with clicking like crazy?

An hour later.

"Feng Qinglan...when will you be full like this?" Feng Qingjiu couldn't help but ask again.

Because she eats too slowly.

Everyone was full, only she was still eating slowly.

"Ajiu...!" Feng Qinglan put down the chopsticks in her hand.

"Are you finally full?" Xia Ling's eyes lit up.

Seeing Xia Ling clearing the dishes, Feng Qinglan said slowly: "Wait a minute, Xia Ling, I haven't eaten enough yet, I have something to say."

"If you have something to say, then there's no need for you to put down your chopsticks, right?" Xia Ling complained.

Feng Qinglan was still in her leisurely mood: "Xia Ling, don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping!"

Feng Qingjiu smiled: "Feng Qinglan, what do you want to tell me?"

Feng Qinglan smiled faintly: "Ajiu, I don't know why, I don't like the name Feng Qinglan very much!"

"Can you please not call me Feng Qinglan!"

Feng Qingjiu: "What should I call you then?"

Feng Qinglan thought for a moment and said, "My life was saved by Ah Jiu, why don't you give me a name?"

"Then I call you Ruhua..." Feng Qingjiu said casually.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qinglan smiled and nodded: "Ruhua is good, as beautiful as a flower and as beautiful as jade. I like this name. Call me Ruhua from now on!"

The system rolled over and laughed: [Hahahahaha... Ruhua, I am dying of laughter... Hahahaha. ]

Feng Qingjiu's mouth twitched!

………………

Thus passed the day!

Feng Qingjiu held a dogtail grass in his mouth, his arms clasped across his chest, his eyes fixed on the dazed woman standing under the big tree in the yard.

"Miss, Feng Qinglan has been sitting under a big tree in a daze all day. What's wrong with her?" Xia Ling stood to the right of Feng Qingjiu holding a plate of snacks.

Feng Qingjiu shook his head: "Who knows!"

"The sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by mother?"

Xia Ling nodded: "Well, Miss, try it quickly."

Feng Qingjiu reached out, picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Mmm... delicious as always."

"Come on, give it to her to taste!"

…………

"Feng Qinglan...yes...!" Xia Ling put the snacks on the stone table.

Feng Qinglan looked at Xia Ling and said, "Xia Ling, my name is Ruhua now. Don't call me by the wrong name again."

(Note: From now on, this person will be referred to as Ruhua.)

Xia Ling left angrily.

Looking at Xia Ling's back, Ruhua slowly said, "Ajiu, Xia Ling is very hostile to me...!"

Feng Qingjiu sat in front of her and pushed the cake in front of her: "Don't worry about her, try it! This is the osmanthus cake made by my mother."

Ruhua picked up the osmanthus cake gracefully and started eating.

"Hmm... the sweet-scented osmanthus cake my aunt made is delicious, sweet but not greasy, everything is just right."

"Eat more if you like it." Feng Qingjiu said.

"By the way, do you want to go out and take a look?"

Ruhua looked at the sky outside the wall and said, "I don't have any memory at all now. I'm very scared of the outside world and don't want to go out."

Feng Qingjiu: "How about I take you to the Prime Minister's Mansion to have a look!"

Ruhua thought about it for a moment and nodded: "Okay...!"

Feng Qingjiu thought for a moment and said, "But I have to help you disguise yourself. You can't go like this."

Although there is now an 80% probability that she is not Feng Qinglan, there is still 20%. Some things are better to be confirmed earlier.

So after dinner that day, Feng Qingjiu helped Ruhua change her face and went to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

…………

At this time, Lin Yuer was lying decadently on the bed in the Prime Minister's Mansion "Luo Yu Pavilion"!

"Yu'er, how can you not eat? Lan'er is already dead, you have to accept this fact." Feng Luo said earnestly.

A tear flowed down Lin Yuer's cheek.

"Sir, I have carefully taken care of Lan'er since she was a child, and I have raised her to be outstanding in every way. But now she is gone. How can I not be sad, Sir?"

"But she's already dead...!" Feng Luo stood up and shouted.

"Prime Minister, the eldest lady is here...!" the subordinate came to report.

Feng Luo frowned: "What is she doing here?"

Lin Yuer stood up suddenly: "Prime Minister, this little bitch is here now, she must be gloating over other people's misfortune."

"Lan'er must have been killed by this little bitch."

Feng Luo scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Lin Yuer gnashed her teeth and said, "This little bitch saw that the Second Prince doted on Lan'er, so she bore a grudge and asked someone to kill Lan'er."

"I will make this little bitch be buried with Lan'er today."

Lin Yuer rushed out after saying this.

Looking at her back, Feng Luo held his forehead with his hand: "She is really crazy."

...............

The front hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment around her, Ruhua held Feng Qingjiu's arm somewhat stiffly.

"Do you have any impression?" Feng Qingjiu asked.

Ruhua shook her head: "I have no impression, Jiu... Is this my former home?"

Feng Qingjiu nodded: "Yes, you grew up here since you were a child."

Ruhua: "But I don't have any impression of this place."

"Feng Qingjiu...you vicious woman...!" Lin Yuer's roar came from outside.

Then Lin Yuer rushed towards Feng Qingjiu like a madman.

"Ajiu, be careful...!" Ruhua stood in front of Feng Qingjiu.

"Ah...!" Ruhua was knocked to the ground by Lin Yuer.

Feng Qingjiu hurriedly helped her up: "Ruhua......!"

"Ruhua, how are you? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Ruhua shook her head: "I'm fine...!"

"Feng Qingjiu, you bitch, how dare you come to the Prime Minister's Mansion." Lin Yuer looked around and happened to see a pair of scissors on the table.

She rushed over, picked up the scissors and stabbed Feng Qingjiu: "Little bitch, die!"

Feng Qingjiu slowly raised his left hand, with his ten fingers slightly spread out, as if trying to capture the most delicate light in the air.

With a clear whistle, the air around her seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and gathered in her palms.

With a palm strike, Lin Yuer flew out immediately. Fortunately, Feng Luo behind her arrived in time to catch her.

"Puff...!" Lin Yuer spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Yu'er...!" Feng Luo looked worried.

"My Lord Prime Minister, not only did this bitch kill Lan'er, now she wants to kill me." Lin Yu'er pointed at Feng Qingjiu with a cruel look on her face.

Feng Luo looked at her eldest daughter who was standing not far away, and said in a cold tone: "What are you doing here?"

Feng Qingjiu smiled coldly: "Do you think I want to come? I came here today just to ask the Prime Minister for something back."

Feng Luo narrowed his eyes: "What is it?"

Feng Qingjiu continued, "When my mother married you, my grandfather gave her eighty shops as a dowry. Bring the deeds here."

Feng Luo shook his sleeves and said, "Don't even think about it... Don't even think about taking any of those shops away."

Feng Qingjiu sighed: "Feng Luo, as far as I know, those shops have always been returned to you in your hands, why do you keep holding on to them?"

"The Prime Minister's Mansion is so poor now, and you still have to pay to run a shop. Why do you do that?"

Feng Luo rolled his eyes at her: "None of your business...!"

"Butler, please show the guest away......!"