Wearing a pheromone to become a fool

Feng He reacted quickly, ran in with a group of guards, served several civil servants with fists, beat people dizzy and dragged on, and the chaos subsided.

From the beginning to the end, the first assistant Lu Chijing didn't say a word, his expression was as quiet as Wangyuan Mountain.

As a role model for all officials, he was not often silent. Wei Yansi felt suspicious and asked him for his opinion.

He has always had the reputation of being upright, strict and honest, and he is in favor of checking the household department, and is willing to be the chief judge.

He is the number one leader in the court, if acting as a vanguard can shut up many people's mouths, Wei Yan would like to dream of it.

The febrile period came fiercely, and the stone hanging in her heart fell, and she showed fatigue in an instant, stretched her waist, and announced her retreat.Go back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation and drink a bowl of milk, take a rest, put on casual clothes and go straight to Donghua Gate.

At that place, Fenghe also changed his clothes and waited for her with his horse.

The destination is naturally the West City Gate.

Wei Yansi hadn't seen Yanjing in the morning yet, pedestrians and vendors were hurrying in the foggy mist, as if they were visiting a temple fair, it was bustling and beautiful.

Everything that fell into her eyes was fresh, and the air was also fresh. She leaned back slightly, and took a deep breath into her stomach.

She hopped off the horse and bought some trinkets, all the things her daughter loved—rouge powder and snacks.

Together with Chunlai and Fenghe, they ate the almond cakes they had just bought in the shade of a tree by the side of the street.

She ate Xiangsiwen, pinched the pastry with one hand, picked up the falling crumbs with the other, and asked Fenghe: "Is it delicious?"

Feng He gave a dull "hmm".

She asked Chunlai again.

"Delicious, delicious, the best reward from the master."

Wei Yansi joked, "Stop imitating your godfather's glib tongue."

Suddenly remembered that she forgot to ask the Supreme Emperor for mint and jasmine, and asked Feng He to remember it for her.

"Yes." Feng He stuffed the remaining half of the almond pastry into his mouth, ran to the bookstore across the street, bought a small notebook and a little wolf pen, and wrote down strokes in the notebook.

Wei Yansi admired his serious attitude towards work, and looked at it, but was so ugly by the ghostly talisman-like font.

She mounted her horse again and put on her bamboo hat.

Feng He came to lead the horse with his notebook in hand, opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something but couldn't.

Wei Yansi really felt sorry for him, she reached into her back and touched the collar, the sun was shining brightly, the collar of the clothes was high, and the glands were extremely hot.

She spread out her fan and fanned it into the neckline, fearing that the glands would be seen, she fanned it only twice and then stopped, chatting with Feng He to distract her attention: "Ask quickly if you have anything to say."

Feng He stammered: "Master, do you really like Qinghui County Master?"

"...Who...who said I like her."

Feng He didn't like to bend his head, and said bluntly: "You put your hot face on people's cold ass every day, don't you like it?"

Chunlai was also puzzled by this question, pricking up his ears like a little fox.

Wei Yansi blamed Fenghe for being too hurtful, so Wei Yansi stabbed him with his peripheral vision.

She is very clear that the dedication to Qu Jinying is due to the alpha's instinct - a strong possessive desire, and the people she marked should be her property, but this property is not willing to belong to her. She loves to answer and ignore it, which arouses her competitiveness.

This is alpha's inferiority, something deep in his bones, which cannot be restrained by reason.

And she doesn't want to mark others anymore, and she will be very greedy for the fragrance of Qu Jinying's body when she is in a fever period.

It's interesting to say that Qu Jinying's body fragrance is more appetizing and fascinating to her than omega's pheromone.

Wei Yansi looked at the children competing for Cuju in front of him: "Do you have someone you like?"

"No."

"Then how do you know that I just like the Lord Qinghui?"

Feng He said dumbly: "The slave has exceeded the rules."

Wei Yansi patted the horse's neck: "We are friends when we leave the palace, there is no slave who is not a slave."

Feng He raised his head when he heard the words, and Wei Yansi immediately bowed his head and smiled at him, his smile was as cool as a cool breeze, almost melting the scorching sun above his head.

He faltered for a while, and hummed a word in a voice as thin as a mosquito, which only he could hear.

When they arrived at the west city gate, Qu Jinying was still not there, maybe she had escaped early in anticipation of Wei Yansi's arrival.

But Qu Jinying's unique fragrance remained in the shed, and if there was any, it penetrated into Wei Yansi's nose, and it seemed that the fever period was not so difficult to endure.

The monk could not run away from the temple, Wei Yansi flicked her hem, sat in front of the Eight Immortals table in a chic way, picked up the teapot and poured herself a drink, sipping carefully.

The servants are all acquainted with her, and they chatted with her one by one, and she dealt with them one by one, and she didn't get angry when she was teased.There is always a heart-warming smile on her face, which makes people think she is a good-tempered person.

In a blink of an eye, I caught a glimpse of a chubby middle-aged aunt with unfriendly eyes, with a look of scrutiny.

She asked, "This mother looks strange."

"...The servant girl is the mother in charge of the second room of the Hou Mansion. She was sent to help yesterday. Her surname is Sima."

Wei Yansi cupped her hands and called her Sima's mother politely.

Sima's mother rolled her eyes, showing an affectionate expression, wiped her dirty hands on her apron, walked a few steps closer, and sat at an angle with her.

The flesh on both cheeks trembled a few times, and he asked with a smile, "May I ask what your surname is?"

Wei Yansi was not easy to answer, worried that there would be rumors unfavorable to Qu Jinying, and perfunctorily said that the accountant of the Boshan Wang family came to take care of the porridge shed, and now he came to Qinghui County on behalf of Boshan King The Lord preaches a word.

"Young Master has an extraordinary bearing, unlike a tent—"

"What is Sima's mother busy with?"

"Hey, there aren't many slaves and maidservants. They just set up two new stoves. There are too many victims, and the porridge can't be boiled. It would be nice to have two more pots." She spoke very fast, and the topic turned to Wei Yansi again. Trick, "The son's official words are beautiful, have you passed the exam?"

"This……"

Snapped!

Feng He slapped the sword beside her tea bowl, and threatened in a deep voice: "Don't ask about my son!"

A burst of murderous aura, chilling along the soles of the feet, straight to the top of the sky, Sima's mother's lips turned pale with fright: "Let's talk... As for..."

She spat secretly, tremblingly went back to a pile of mud mixed with water, picked up a long stick to stir, kept her eyes on Wei Yansi, found an angle with a wide view, and kept her eyes on the person.

The atmosphere in the shed became awkward, and no other servants came to talk.

Wei Yansi reckoned that Sima's mother's status in the Hou Mansion was not low, and the servants could not easily offend her, so she deliberately distanced herself from her.

Boo!

She had already offended Qu Jinying, but now she even offended his servants.

Fortunately, Chunlai responded to this occasion. He took out the snacks he had just bought and put them on the table, urging everyone to eat together, and the scene became lively in an instant.

Without the presence of the master, the servants occasionally slack off, eat snacks, laugh and make a fuss around Wei Yansi, and when they get excited, gossip about the Hou's mansion mysteriously.

From the death of the eldest housewife's mother, to the seizure of power by the second wife's concubine, and then to the fact that the third wife is caught in the middle, both sides are not human, laughing and joking, it's so exciting.

Wei Yansi was fascinated by what she heard. It turned out that Qu Jinying is the county lord, and the life in the back house is rarely perfect and harmonious, so she inquired about Qu Jinying's hobbies, and learned that her favorite thing to do was cracking sunflower seeds.

Wei Yansi was quite surprised, and said with a smile: "This girl is so cute."

The lovely girl was dressed in a beautiful goose yellow dress, accompanied by Xiao Yangliu, she was standing gracefully outside the porridge shed, her face slightly sullen.

Xiao Yangliu spoke on her behalf: "When the county magistrate is not around, you are lazy. Haven't you tasted the family law for a long time?"

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, tightened their necks, and returned to their respective positions.

Xiao Yangliu saw Wei Yansi just after she finished scolding her, and she got to know Wei Yansi's temper a few times, so she was not afraid that she was that notorious fool, so she said angrily, "Why are you here again? "

Wei Yansi picked out a green pearl hairpin from a pile of gadgets: "It's a small gift, I hope you don't think it's too bad."

Seeing the ceremony, Little Yangliu opened her eyes, laughed and jumped up to Qu Jinying, put the small gift on the side of her face, and asked excitedly, "Master, does it match me?"

Qu Jinying glanced at Wei Yansi seemingly unintentionally, and drew an inch between his brows.

Her complexion was not good, and Xiao Yangliu calmed down a lot when she was frightened, she took the pearl hairpin and put it in her palm to observe: "It's beautiful, when I get back to the Hou's mansion, I will give you a nice hairstyle and put it on."

"Thank you county magistrate."

The daughter's family did not boast, Xiao Yangliu approached the table of the Eight Immortals shyly, picked up the light teapot, and shook it from side to side: "Ah, it's empty, county magistrate, please wait, servant girl to burn a pot."

Where the sun can't shine, Chun Lai's bright black eyes fluttered around, his fingers seemed to be tangled, and he finally mustered up the courage to say obediently: "Sister Yangliu, let me go."

He was young, with red lips and white teeth, and he was even more beautiful than the young people on the stage, especially those clear eyes, which were the easiest to let people down.

Little Yangliu couldn't bear to refuse, and handed him the teapot.

He hurriedly took it, and when he turned around, he took out a small medicine bag the size of a thumb from his arms.

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