The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 7:

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"Who is that?" Aunt An sneered, her eyes aggressive.

Feng Zhiwei squeezed her fingers again, but then she said calmly: "There are so many people in your kitchen, and they came so quickly just now, anyone who touches them can be harmed..."

"Bang!"

The crisp sound of the palm touching the skin made everyone's eyebrows jump.

Feng Zhiwei felt a buzz in her head, and then her face went numb. Before the numbness dissipated, burning pain rolled in. There was a slightly fishy sweet taste in her mouth, and even her teeth twitched and hurt.

What a slap!

Aunt An raised her hand and froze, as if she couldn't believe she had moved her hand.

She had not thought too much at first. After all, Feng Zhiwei was the master in name only. In the highly hierarchical Tiansheng Dynasty, it would be disrespectful for a subordinate to commit an offense against his superiors. However, what happened today was unusual and she was already worried about tomorrow's meal delivery. Rufen, in a rage, saw this little hoof being so calm and calm again. He was so angry that his blood rushed and his brain became dizzy. When he realized what he was doing, Feng Zhiwei's face was already filled with colors.

There was silence.

After a while, a thin line of blood slowly bloomed from the corner of Feng Zhiwei's lips, as sad and beautiful as a broken flower, and everyone's expressions changed.

Feng Zhiwei raised her hand, gently pressed the corners of her lips with her fingers, looked carefully at the blood marks on her fingertips, and then... smiled.

Her hair was messed up, and her smile was half-hidden and half-hidden in her black hair. She was buried in the surrounding mist and the half-dark shadows in this corner. She looked gentle yet forbidding, contradictory and cold. Aunt An, who was standing opposite her and staring at her, shivered.

At this moment, she remembered that Feng Zhiwei was still a young lady, and her mother was the serious mistress of the house, and it was said that she also had a violent temper...

But then she plucked up the courage and hit her. What could she do? To be honest, she was a well-behaved person in the past who didn't make mistakes, and there was no chance to teach her a lesson. Now that she was sent to her door today, and she was being reasonable and refused to fight for nothing, how could she still escape "stealing royal things"? "The great sin?" Besides, after all, I am the wife's companion, and I am well-known in this house. What should I be afraid of if I teach a bitch's daughter of unknown origins a lesson?

Such a thought just passed by for a moment, and then Mrs. An kept doing nothing. She pointed at Feng Zhiwei and shouted: "Take down this daring woman who stole tribute! Send her to Madam for punishment!"

"What are you doing here, kid?"

As soon as Aunt An finished speaking, another maid suddenly screamed. She was so frightened by Aunt An's slap that she took a step back and hit the half-open window. She vaguely heard a low scream under the window. She turned around and realized Under the window squatted the second son of the Feng family.

Immediately someone came over and carried Feng Hao in. Feng Hao had already turned pale with fright, and Ai Ai was speechless. Feng Zhiwei frowned, but Aunt An seemed to have discovered a treasure and said sharply: "Master Hao What are you doing here? Are you here to steal things too?"

Feng Hao was so shocked by the word "steal" that he trembled all over. He glanced at Feng Zhiwei and lowered his head timidly.

Seeing his expression in Aunt An's eyes, the old lady's eyes flashed with joy, and she suddenly let out a soft smile and said: "Young Master is young and ignorant, and it's okay to be instigated to make some mistakes. I just want to have a good talk with Aunt An. That’s it, don’t wait until Madam comes, it will end badly.”

Feng Hao hesitated, unconsciously twisting his fingers together in his sleeves, a strange fragrance was faintly emitted, and a little golden thread-like object could be seen on the tips of his fingers. Everyone saw it, but they all turned away and just stared at it. Feng Hao.

"Master Hao, when it comes to big things, you have to be clear about right and wrong." Aunt An smiled half-heartedly, pointing her chin in the direction of the front office. Royal meal? Even if His Majesty does not blame you tomorrow, if the master knows, he will definitely expel you from the house. Master Hao, you see..."

Her long voice made Feng Hao tremble and take a timid step back.

Feng Zhi took a breath, slowly lowered the hand holding his face, and stared at Feng Hao.

That is the younger brother she grew up with...

Feng Hao trembled when she saw him, his knees involuntarily softened, but he immediately turned away, took another step away from her, and then said vaguely and quickly: "Sister said there is delicious food here, so she asked me to be here. Accept her..."

Aunt An let out a long breath, and a stern smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The ladies all around raised their lips.

Feng Zhiwei turned his head and stopped looking at Feng Hao.

"Hao'er!" An angry shout came suddenly. Everyone turned around and saw the mistress of the mansion, Mrs. Qiu, standing at the door. Mrs. Feng, who had spoken just now, was standing beside her, glaring. Feng Hao.

As soon as Feng Hao saw Mrs. Feng, he immediately rushed over and shouted: "Mom! They twisted me so much!"

Mrs. Feng's face was ashen as she watched Feng Hao rush towards her. Her sleeves moved automatically without wind, and her feet moved slightly. However, she then stabilized her feet, raised her arms a little stiffly, caught Feng Hao's rush, and held her back. He held her in his arms.

Feng Zhiwei looked on coldly, his eyes flashing - his mother's posture just now was a bit strange...

However, it seemed that it was her illusion. In the blink of an eye, Mrs. Feng had her son in her arms and comforted him in a low voice.

Mrs. Qiu watched all this calmly, listening to Mrs. An who was rushing to catch up with her and responded with jealousy. She suddenly turned around and asked Feng Hao, "Hao'er, did Zhiwei ask you to wait under the window?"

The room was silent. Feng Hao, who was busy acting coquettishly, raised his head stiffly, pursed his lips a few times, and looked at Mrs. Feng.

Mrs. Feng's fingers trembled and she looked away. Feng Zhiwei saw that she quietly wiped off a bit of golden food from her sleeves, which was stuck to her body when Feng Hao pounced on her just now.

Feng Hao looked a little confused, as if he didn't understand what his mother meant. However, Mrs. Feng's refusal to stop him had emboldened him, and he was unwilling to face the fate of being expelled from the house. He was so cruel that he died with a stick in his neck. To speak.

Mrs. Feng suddenly stopped him, turned around, and bowed to Mrs. Qiu.

Mrs. Qiu returned the gift slightly, with a smile appearing on her lips.

Feng Zhiwei, who had been looking at her mother, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, with a little joy in her eyes.

There are still people in this world who will defend her...