Thousand Face Demonic Concubine Chapter 375: Can’t afford to offend

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Feng San's new skin mask was quickly made, and Li Yuan helped him find a new identity, and later followed her again as Lou Qingwu's servant.

In mid-March, the child was five months old. After that night, Lou Qingwu seemed to be fulfilling what she said, "When you don’t hear about this, you will give birth to the child. "Come down" the sentence no longer mentions looking for Feng Yege.

It’s just that Feng San still found out that his wife had an extra habit. In addition to sewing small clothes for the little master one by one, she would stay in a century-old teahouse in Xiliang every morning and evening for half a time. Time.

After such a long time, Feng San finally couldn't help but ask aloud.

When Mei Yu heard this, Feng San fiercely tugged: "Don't ask too much if you are okay, and work hard. Madam likes to eat sour recently. You can ask the shopkeeper to bring a bowl of sour plum soup."

Feng San was yelled at by her, and did not dare to ask any more, and went down anxiously.

Don't be afraid to ask what he asked, right?

They are now sitting in the box on the second floor of the Hundred Years Tea House, which is next to the street. Looking through the window, you can see the busy people facing the morning light. At the end of the bluestone road, this is a red brick and glazed tile. The majestic palace is solemn and solemn. The Suzaku Gate slowly opened at this time, and the people who came to the early court slowly stepped in. When the court officials had finished entering, the Suzaku Gate was closed again.

Lou Qingwu watched quietly, a sadness passing by the closing of the palace gate.

With a sigh of relief, she lowered her eyes and continued to look at the tea in her hand. A tender leaf was blown by the cool breeze, and it rolled over and stopped moving. Lou Qingwu stared at her reflection inside and pushed the cup away very slowly.

Mei Yu said at the right time: "Madam, the tea is cold, can I change it to a hot cup?"

Lou Qingwu shook her head: "No need." She didn't come to drink tea either, she just wanted to take a look every day. After all, this is the place closest to him.

Mei Yu moved his hand manually, and said dumbly: "Why is Feng San so slow, Madam, let me see him!"

Lou Qingwu waved her hand, Mei Yu went out immediately, and when she reached the door, she wiped the red eye circles and rubbed it hard to make her eyes look normal. Then she went downstairs and looked around, but there was no Seeing Feng San, she frowned and walked around to the back kitchen. Sure enough, when she saw Feng San, Feng San was crouching her neck and arguing: "What does it mean to be absent? Every day on weekdays, why is it gone today?" Besides, what's that behind you?!" There is clearly a half pot of sour plum soup behind the chef, so he dared to open his eyes and say nothing? !

The shopkeeper was shocked by Feng San. Although they are a teahouse, they also provide cakes and some soup on weekdays. He knows this master. In the past two weeks, they have come back every day, but today... …"I’m really sorry, but the sour plum soup was packaged by Mrs. Shangshu today. The small one really dare not sell it to you again!"

Feng San is annoyed: "Can she drink so much alone?"

The shopkeeper shrank his neck, glanced outside, shook his head, but then nodded again.

Feng San frowned, just about to speak again, and was pulled back by Mei Yu. Mei Yu then looked at the shopkeeper and the chef behind him: "What do you mean by shaking your head and nodding?"

Maybe Meiyu’s attitude was much gentler. The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly said: "That’s right, Mrs. Shangshu also likes to drink sour plum soup, but every time she comes, she will pack everything. What she means is that she doesn’t like others to share with her."

Mei Yu frowned: "Can't she finish drinking?"

The chef turned his head and swallowed his saliva to help the shopkeeper's answer: "It's..."

Feng San's violent temper came directly up again: "Who does she think she is? She ate alone! This is a waste! I don't care, my wife wants to drink, you sell me a bowl!"

Where did the treasurer dare to offend the wife of Master Shangshu, and shook his head repeatedly: "Master, you are good, the young one really can't offend Shangshufu!"

Feng Sanhu stared: "Then you offend us?!"

The shopkeeper tweeted twice and didn't dare to make a sound. In fact, he didn't dare to offend anyone. He could not determine which one had status, but it seemed that the lady didn’t make a lot of noise and had a soft temper, so Thinking about it but embarrassing them too much, after all, the lady Shang Shu is a famous savage and willful master in the capital.

Feng San was so angry at his appearance, Mei Yu frowned, and tugged Feng San: "Don't cause trouble, go back and talk about it."

Feng San is not reconciled: "But..."

Where did his wife suffer such grievances? !

If I let the Lord know... Thinking of the current situation, Feng San just bit his back teeth, **** it, what the **** Mrs. Shang Shu, he wrote it down!

Returning to the box sullenly, Feng San's expression was very bad, Lou Qingwu's gaze moved back from the palace gate, and his gaze fell on the two of them: "What's the matter?"

Mei Yu gave a haha: "It's nothing, it's just that the sour plum soup is gone. Feng San is **** himself off."

Lou Qingwu didn’t care: “It’s not necessary to drink, it’s gone if you don’t have it.” His eyes fell on the gate of the palace again, and when he saw the gate opened again, Lou Qingwu’s eyes lit up slightly, just following The courtier walked out, but she still didn't know what she was familiar with, saying that it was true that she was not disappointed. She wanted to see him and wanted to see him eagerly. When she comes here, she still holds the thought that he might go out of the palace in her heart, right?

A sadness fell under his eyes, and Lou Qingwu spit out gently: "Let's go."

Picking up the hat veil on the side, covering his face, turned around and walked towards the door. Mei Yu turned around and glared at Feng San, who had a bad face, and warned him not to mention it, so he hurriedly chased after him. Go up, caress Lou Qingwu cautiously: "Madam, take a moment, I will hold you."

Lou Qingwu wanted to say it was okay, but seeing her enthusiastic, a smile appeared in her eyes and she moved a little slower.

Feng San boringly followed, but after listening to Mei Yu's words, his face improved slightly. A group of three people went down the stairs on the second floor and walked outwards, but when they passed a table, a woman’s proud voice came over: "...This lady said to wrap up, that is to wrap up, those cheap leathers I'm not qualified to have a pot of things with my lady. The child in my lady's belly is the eldest son, and he is in gold. It is not comparable to a cat or a dog! The shopkeeper, what do you do? Does this teahouse do not want it? Open it?"

Feng San turned his head intuitively, and saw a gorgeously dressed woman talking with the shopkeeper.

After hearing this, the shopkeeper quickly wiped the sweat on his forehead, repeatedly saying: "Yes, yes, it's a little talkative, and it won't be anymore!"