The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

Feng Xiaoer looked at the dragon ten with doubts. The dragon said the truth and calmly said: "My mother gave birth to me that day and passed away. Her jealousy is my birthday, nothing is worth celebrating."

Feng Yuer's eyes were full of shock and curiosity. When he was exposed to the curious eyes of Feng Xiaoer, Long Shi went on to say: "My mother is a former niece. The emperor mistakenly regarded her mother as his beloved woman because of drunkenness. When I got down, my mother was in poor health. When I gave birth, I was thrown into the world. My father never admitted me. From small to big, I never had this birthday."

It turned out to be the case. Feng Xiaoer patted the shoulders of Long Shi, I don’t know how to comfort people, what to say when I think of it: "The father who is so passionate and affectionate, don’t worry about it. Your mother must hope that you will have a good time in heaven. These are no big deal, be a man. The most important thing is that I live happily. After all, people are not arrogant."

The dragon's depressing and desolate mood suddenly rose to the moon, and the dark sky suddenly became clear. For Longshi, Fengxier was more effective than the panacea.

"Small 兮 is really my good brother." Long ten smiled happily, took out the jade fan and patted the head of Feng Xiaoer.

Feng Xiaoer saw Dragon 10 not immersed in sorrow, and got up and said: "That is of course, but even if Xiao 10 is a birthday today, I have to show my hands and let Xiao Shi **** cooking."

Feng Xiaoer was inconvenient because of a hand injury. Long 10 was very acquainted with the help of the two. The two worked very well together. Feng Xiaoer cooked a bowl of noodles, fried a few poached eggs, and made the best braised fish. Spicy chicken, boiled tofu, spicy fried cabbage, ribs and mushrooms, all made modern dishes, called Cuixian, they pulled down the small potatoes and celebrated for the Dragon Ten.

Unfortunately, her hand injury is not convenient, or else she must make a big cake for the celebration of Dragon Ten.

The beautiful people all praised Feng Yu's cooking skills, and Cui Xian also convinced: "I can't think of Feng Xiang's talent, cooking is so superb, it's really amazing."

Feng Xiaoer humbly laughed and said: "It’s just a little dish that is boring and casual, and everyone likes to eat."

At this time, the dragon six dragons, seven dragons and eight three brothers came one step at a time, smelling the scent of this table, the three brothers were exposed to the face, the dragon ten asked the brothers to sit down, added the tableware, the three brothers also Feng Yuer’s culinary skills are praised.

Feng Xiaoer is not used to being praised by people, and he is quietly eating rice. Occasionally, I didn’t intend to look at the eyes of Shang Longqi, and I was almost stunned by rice.

After the meal, Feng Xiaoer was afraid to face the Dragon Seven. He had to go back to Jiuwangfu to change medicine, and pulled the small potatoes to go home. Anyway, the gift of Dragon 10 was received, and she also ate the longevity noodles she had cooked by hand. This is enough.

Feng Xiaoer did not go directly back to Jiuwangfu, but let the small potato first return to the government. She went to Jiuzhonglou to find the red nine. As a result, Honggu told her that Hongjiu had returned to her hometown. Feng Yuer asked what was going on, and Honggu said that he did not know.

Feng Xiaoer walked on the way back to the government, and there was a strong sense of loss in his heart. The sky was drizzling with drizzle, and Feng Xin’s heart suddenly became the same as the cloudy weather.

The drizzle fell on the body, and the pedestrians raised their umbrellas and curiously looked at Feng Xiaoer. Feng Xiaoer was suddenly unconscious, and only thought about where Hong Hong went. In ancient times, there was nothing more than a flying pigeon book. It was difficult to find a person. What's more, Feng Xiaoer didn't know where the Hongjiu home was. He asked Honggu and said that he didn't know.

Feng Xiaoer did not know how he returned to the government. He forced him to take up the lost emotions. His face was drenched with drizzle and cool, but his heart was cooler. He pushed his skirt and stepped into the threshold, but he stood on the platform. The dragon nine standing on the side of the door.

"You are raining?" There are worries in the tone of the dragon and nine, it is natural to come to explore the pulse of the phoenix, and touch the forehead of Feng Xiaoer. The small potatoes that were on the way were ordered to prepare hot water. If the small potatoes had not had time to ask for concern, they would follow the instructions to prepare hot water.

Feng Xiaoer looked directly at the black scorpion of Long Jiu, tempted to see him through, she was waiting, looking forward, she believed that if Hong Jiu loves her, she will never give up her.

Longjiu was stared at by the sharp eyes of Feng Xiaoer, and said: "Don't catch cold, go take a hot bath."

Not very cold and tough? The dragon nine is indefinite, just like the current weather, Hongjiu is not in Jiuzhonglou, Fengxier is also unwilling to stay in Jiuwangfu. She doesn’t know where to find Hongjiu. I have to keep myself busy. The days are sad.

I want to stop and say: "This time, I have trouble with the nine princes. My wounds are almost as good. I will return to the government tomorrow." Feng Xiaoer’s tone was resolute and stubborn, saying that he had walked away from the skirt.

Long Jiu looked at Feng Yan's thin back, and there was a contradiction in his heart. There are still six days, the red nine will completely disappear in this world. Is the plan too cruel to the aunt?

Can't be soft, can't, only in this way, Red Nine is dead, and he can only love Huang Feng and his children.

Feng Xiaoer returned to the room, the small potatoes were ready for hot water, and the clothes were removed for Feng Xiaoer. Feng Xiaoer sat in the tub and smog, and Feng Xiaoer put one injured hand on the edge of the tub. The small potatoes wiped the body for the phoenix.

Feng Xiaoer sneaked back the small potatoes: "Potato, let's rest, I want to make another bubble."

Little potato nodded: "The lady pays attention not to soak for too long, remember not to catch cold, the slaves went to the door to sweep it, the spring rain sprinkled the cloister, the slaves went to clean up, the young lady called the slave, and the slave helped the lady to dress."

Feng Xiaoer nodded and the small potatoes went out.

Feng Xiaoer fell asleep while soaking up. The small potatoes swept the cloister and put the broom back into the gap in the kitchen. It happened that Long Jiu came to see Feng Xiaoer, knocking on the door did not respond, and Long Jiu pushed the door. Called a few words of Feng Qier, no one answered, Long Jiuyi was anxious, opened the bead curtain, saw the Phoenix owl sitting in the tub.

The delicate skin in the tub is white and snowy. It looks like milk and pure white and silky. The shoulders are thin, the neck is like a swan neck, the depth of the hot water just covers the collarbone, and the water mist is faint. About to see the plump and white "xiong", the dragon nine throat is tight, the body is hot, deliberately neglecting to see this spring is infinitely good, reaching out to take a little red face.

Feng Yan's face is white and red, like the egg that has just broken the shell, the skin can be broken, pure and boundless and glamorous and invincible. Slightly squinting, flashing long eyelashes, Feng Xiaoer stumbled open his eyes, and screamed and screamed out of the tub.

However, fortunately, Feng Xiaoer is not a delicate lady of the official, did not scream, not even dare to jump out of the tub, but the heart jumped twice, and then sighed. I buried my neck in the water, only revealing a head, a small blush to drip, and the roots of the ear are hot. Ruan said: "Nine, nine, nine princes, how, how... why don't you wake me up?"

Feng Yuer changed his mouth in time, and dared to say how to break into her room on Longjiu’s site? This room was originally Longjiu.

Long Jiu did not answer Feng Yu's question of no technical content, but said seriously: "Get up, catch cold, it's not good."

Dude, you don't go out, how do I get up? Feng Xiaoer’s screaming smile: “That’s the trouble of the nine kings, I’ll get up soon”