I seem to be a fake mistress

Debt made it difficult for Wen Qi to move forward.

He put his hips on his hips and smiled: "Master, didn't I say, I will give you an IOU?"

Feng Hongfei stuffed the booklet back: "There is a war outside now, if you run away, where will I go to ask for debts?"

To put it simply, he didn't trust Hua Ji Fei.

"Ha ha."

After Wen Qi gave these two words, he leaned on the wall and prepared to leave.

Feng Hongfei raised his eyebrows, what did he mean?It's obviously a laugh, why does it feel ironic?

Wen Qi was wearing vegetable washing water, cursing as he walked, "Fatty, don't tell me that the man I need to guide is this man."

As soon as it was time for work, Shou came back: "No."

Fortunately not.

"Your attack target is a military master in the city."

Army Lord?Sounds like it feels good.

However, seeing the information sent by Feifei, Wen Qi couldn't bear the resentment in his heart: "Why should I attack a traitor? I'm sick?"

Wen Qi is still very principled, and has a deep sense of national pride. This task is really unacceptable to him.

Shou was quite patient: "Your task is to make him fall in love with you, and then make him unable to participate in the action."

It sounds like he is quite admirable?

Wen Qi smiled, and carefully read the other party's information again.

Bai Huo'an, his ancestors were officials for three generations, it can be said that the inheritance left by his ancestors is enough for him to live in this life, but he doesn't, he has to do business, and he has relegated himself to the lower ranks.

When everyone was waving flags to protest, he bought a batch of foreign gadgets, including dioramas, electric lights, and aromatherapy.

The crowd was filled with righteous indignation, and they were about to smash all his foreign goods. Unexpectedly, as soon as they reached the door, Bai Huoan came out lazily with a cigar in his mouth.

"I'll see who dares to smash the things of my Bai family."

You don't have to buy it, but you can't let people not buy it, let alone smash it.

Sure enough, no one dared to step forward, and the people could not compete with the officials. His grandfather was an official personally appointed by the Long Live Lord.

Bai Huoan's treason was also widely spread among the crowd.

"Everyone is talking to the outside world, how can he buy these goods to torture us!"

"The Bai family doesn't know what evil they did in their previous life to have such a living King of Hades."

"Living Hades" thus became synonymous with Bai Huo'an.

After reading Bai Huoan's information, Wen Qi couldn't help feeling a little bit embarrassed.

If he wants to get in touch with Bai Huoan, he has to stay in the Liyuan, and when Bai Huoan comes, he will play a show, so that Bai Huoan can pay attention to him, and he will go with him...

That is to say, singing, reciting and playing must be learned, and it must be learned thoroughly.

Wen Qi went outside to get some water, washed his hair and body, changed his soaked clothes, and put on another rough shirt.

After wiping his hair, he walked into his own room.

Because he didn't deal with anyone, as long as he lived with someone, he would be messed up and had to fight, so Feng Hongfei allowed him to share a room with each other.

Looking at a big bronze mirror in the room, Wen Qi finally saw his appearance clearly.

In the yellow bronze mirror, his skin is snow-white, with a mole of tears under his eyes, his eyebrows are raised and his eyes are blinking, and he is so beautiful that he looks like a painting.

Gently letting down her long hair, it was even more indistinguishable, Wen Qi felt happy for a while, and laughed again, with curved eyebrows, it can be said that where he is, no one can compete with him.

No wonder Feng Hongfei didn't want to let him go, no wonder all the students insisted on messing with him.

Wen Qi lay on the chair, waiting for his hair to dry naturally, he had to learn to sing.

When everyone was hanging their voices the next day, Wen Qi ran over, stood at the end of the line, listened to their voices, and secretly followed suit.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the sound was made, everyone stopped and began to sneer: "Hua Jifei, you should go to the kitchen to chop firewood. You are not born with this kind of material, so don't be brave."

Wen Qi smiled: "Who is born to sing? Either I don't learn it, but if I do, I'm sure I can learn it."

Everyone laughed: "The little bastard is dreaming again."

Facing such a beautiful face, Wen Qi shook his head in his heart when he scolded such a beast. Jealousy, definitely jealousy.

"When will your rich father come to pick you up, little bastard?"

Wen Qi: "He will come soon."

"Hahahaha, there is no cure!"

Wen Qi rolled his eyes and started babbling again.

Feng Hongfei walked up to them with a bamboo board in his hand: "Why don't you hang your voice?"

Too bad, I'm just looking at the little beast.

Everyone except Wen Qi received a slap in the face.

I thought it was a default that I could learn to sing, but Feng Hongfei had a straight face: "Come with me."

Everyone was having fun again. At first they thought that the master wanted to protect the little animal, but it seems that the master wanted to find a place where no one was around, beat him hard, and hung him up to beat him.

Wen Qi Da La La followed behind Feng Hongfei.

"Master, what's the matter? I think about it now, I want to learn to sing well, and try to redeem myself as soon as possible."

Feng Hongfei walked halfway, stopped, and turned around: "Redemption for yourself? You?"

"Me." Wen Qi smiled firmly.

Feng Hongfei's heart trembled, and he continued to walk forward.

Arriving in a deserted place, he said, "Play all the moves you have learned over the years."

Wen Qi was dumbfounded: "How could I..."

"Come."

As a last resort, Wen Qi could only fight indiscriminately according to what he remembered.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a board hit it, and Wen Qi felt that his arm was about to be broken.

"continue!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, another plank hit the back of his hand, and the back of his hand soon turned red again.

Wen Qi endured the pain: "I can't!"

"No?" Feng Hongfei's board slapped on his leg again, "You are hopeless, you don't need to learn this anymore."

After being slapped like this, Wen Qi knelt down on the ground. He said, "I don't know how to do it. It was a mistake I made because I was ignorant. Now I want to learn, so please teach me."

Kowtow heavily on the ground, three times.

If you knock it down again, your forehead will probably be broken.

Feng Hongfei finally turned around: "I won't delay everyone's progress for you alone, you can follow along, and it's up to you to see how well you practice."

So in front of the children and his seniors, Wen Qi resolutely chose to practice with the children.

But habits become natural, children have not yet formed, and everything is within the scope of change.

But Wen Qi is different, he has basically been finalized, everything has to be done from the beginning, but how easy is it?

Only by spending more time than others can he barely reach the same height as others.

Every day when Feng Hongfei was in class, he acted as if he hadn't seen him. All the children could get a word or two of compliments, but he was left alone, as if he was a transparent person.

Wen Qi hated such a different treatment.