[Red Mansion + A Chinese Ghost Story] Sister Fox

Master Feng looked at the hallway where there were no more people, and gasped for breath.

Mrs. Feng, who was on the side, saw her master blushing with anger and his thick neck, she was really worried that one could not be done well; her master would just pass out from anger.

At this moment, Mrs. Feng didn't care that her head was still hurting, she quickly reached out to help Master Feng to sit down on the grand teacher's chair beside her;

"Master, it's not that you don't know that your son's temper is always like this; why do you bother to be as fussy as he is? In the end, you are not making trouble for yourself, and you are not happy for nothing; why bother to wait until you have a son?" After you come back, master, you can teach him slowly."

Mrs. Feng's words were not false in the first place, but this time it was because of the wrong timing; originally, Mrs. Feng said this because she was worried about Master Feng's health; who knows, but because of this sentence, Master Feng My heart became more and more unhappy.

Mr. Feng, who has been married for almost 20 years and has never blushed with his wife; this time he was probably annoyed by Feng Sheng, and now he heard what his wife said; He roared quite vigorously.

"It's said that a loving mother often loses her sons, this brat is so bold today to turn around and tell him about me; it's not all because of you, a mother."

Master Feng yelled at Mrs. Feng angrily, but after the words were finished, not only Mrs. Feng was stunned, but also Mr. Feng himself was dumbfounded.

What the hell!

It's over, what did he just do?God, why don't you just send down a bolt of lightning and strike yourself to death; Master Feng's face was livid and he wailed in his heart, he...he actually... just yelled at his wife just now, this time he is dead; Master Feng seems to have It is foreseeable that his absolutely tragic end.

Hey... what kneeling on the washboard, why you are not allowed to enter the room or go to bed...Master Feng thinks those punishments are still light, and what he is most worried about right now is; What should I do if I don't care about myself?All of a sudden, Master Feng felt like his head was getting bigger.

Master Feng hadn't figured out how he should explain to his wife. When he raised his head cautiously with frustration on his face, he saw tears streaming down his wife's beautiful face. He didn't cry aloud; but the tears dripped from his eyes one by one, and he wept silently; but it made Master Feng's heart ache even more than those howls.

"Husband!"

Mrs. Feng yelled coquettishly with a trembling voice: "You...you are a vicious concubine. Is your husband blaming my concubine for not teaching me to have a good child?" Wronged and full of innocence; Master Feng's heart is about to melt.

Tsk tsk... As long as it is a man, a man with normal body and mind, he will definitely fall in love with Mrs. Feng's pear blossoms and rain.

Originally, Mr. Feng was an absolute 'strict wife', ahem... Of course, there is no such thing as a 'strict wife' at this time. To put it bluntly, Mr. Feng is usually nervous even when his wife coughs. A half-dead master, Master Feng was originally angry for a while before; he couldn't help but yell at his wife, but in fact he was so regretful in his heart that he was about to die.

Now seeing the beautiful appearance of his wife Lihua with rain, he lost all anger; he hurriedly surrounded his wife and kept being careful.

"Ma'am, don't be angry, being a husband definitely doesn't mean that..."

The situation immediately reversed, Mr. Feng kept bowing and bowing; he was careful and smiling for Mrs. Feng, only hoping to make his wife smile.

After Feng Sheng flung his sleeves and left the study, he didn't want to stay in the mansion at all; so he called his bookboy Feng San, and brought his beloved lyre; Go to Qingbo Lake; every time Feng Sheng is in a bad mood, he will go to Qingbo Lake to play the piano, write poems or something.

Everyone in the Feng family basically knew about his young master's temper; so when the coachman heard Feng Sheng said that he was going to Qingbo Lake, the coachman didn't take Feng Sheng's words to heart.

To say that Feng Sheng is usually a good person to get along with, and Feng San has been serving Feng Sheng since he was a child; he is not used to his son Feng Sanyi, but today Probably Feng Sheng's complexion was a little too ugly; Feng San didn't sit in the carriage blah blah blah as usual; instead he chose a corner to stay quietly by himself.

Feng Sheng just didn't understand. Back then, his father knew that he chose a wife; why did he immediately become something when he came here, what was the order of his parents and the words of a matchmaker?

Doesn't father know the truth of not doing to others what you don't want to do to yourself?

Feng Sheng felt very sad, and he also knew that he was growing up slowly; starting a family was an inevitable thing, and it was not that he didn't want to get married; it was just that he hadn't met the woman who made his heart flutter, okay?All he wants is a feeling of true respect for each other like his parents; is there something wrong with this?

Feng Sheng felt that he really didn't understand, and his face was very gloomy and ugly along the way.

Originally, it was a spacious and flat official road from Suzhou City to Qingbo Lake. It took only half an hour after leaving Suzhou City; the shadow of Qingbo Lake could be vaguely seen.

The carriage drove to a side road at the corner of the official road, and passed through a grove beside the official road; as soon as it came out of the grove, the whole Qingbo Lake was in sight.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and there is still a trace of fragrance and sweetness in the air; Feng Sheng's depressed mood finally improved.

Although Feng Sheng is a scholar, he is not the kind of weak scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken; Feng Sheng quickly jumped off the carriage, and waited until Feng San also got off the carriage with his lyre in his arms.

"Uncle Chun, you go home first; you don't have to wait for us here."

Usually Feng Sheng didn't like to take a carriage when he went out, and he used to walk to Qingbo Lake; today, because he was anxious to leave home, he asked Uncle Chun to prepare a carriage.

Feng Sheng waved his hand, and said to the coachman sitting on the shaft: "Remember, if the master asks his wife where I have been after returning home, Uncle Chun, you should know how to answer, right?"

"My lord, this old slave doesn't know anything." Uncle Chun said respectfully.

"Um……"

Feng Sheng nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, you can go back!"

After watching Uncle Chun leave in his carriage, Feng Sheng and Feng San's master and servant walked towards Qingbo Lake in a leisurely manner; as for those bad rumors about Qingbo Lake, Feng Sheng didn't take it to heart at all. .

In Feng Sheng's words, it's strange to say nothing!

What about Feng San?Don't look at Feng San's young age, but he is much more courageous than many people; in Feng San's own words, his son is not afraid; he, a little book boy, is naturally even less afraid .