The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 8:

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Then she heard Mrs. Feng say in a low voice: "Madam... Zhiwei is young, ignorant, and greedy. I hope you will be more tolerant..."

Feng Zhiwei suddenly took a step back.

It was like a dull thunder struck at the bottom of my heart, cracking a deep, black, wide crack, filled with charcoal and stained with blood.

There was a faint smile on the face, it was clear and shallow, not like a smile, but like a drawing with ink pen, the arc was perfect but stiff, but the eyebrows were lightly raised, and the eyes were sparkling. Every movement and silence give rise to a strange and gorgeous charm, which is as chilling as the colorful figurines.

Mrs. Qiu was stunned. She knew the Feng family, especially Feng Hao, who was not rich but was a playboy. What happened today was obviously due to Feng Hao being greedy, but he was afraid to frame it for his sister. She originally thought The sister-in-law who is famous for being strong will definitely defend Zhiwei. Judging from her angry look when she first appeared, the next sentence must be about blaming her son for saving her daughter. Unexpectedly...it would be this result.

Sure enough, the son is more important... Mrs. Qiu thought indifferently, and thought about this daughter of the Feng family. She seemed gentle and docile, living in a corner of the Qiu Mansion without fighting or asking for anything, and living indifferently, but no one could learn from her mother and daughter. No bargains can be obtained there.

She suddenly remembered that her sister-in-law was kneeling in front of the house with her children. She ordered the whole family not to report to the master, and the master pretended not to know. Mrs. Feng was in a cold coma outside the door. Feng Zhiwei was only four years old at the time. But he didn't panic, and immediately took his younger brother to kneel down on the street outside the alley. The two siblings didn't say anything, only with tears in their eyes. When passers-by saw him, they felt that the little child was very pitiful, and they sighed and knelt down. One day later, everyone in the Qiu Mansion couldn't bear the criticism from the world, so they had no choice but to bring the mother and son into the mansion.

At such a young age, he knew that it would trigger public discussion and put pressure on Qiu Mansion, and he chose to attack when his mother was suffering from frostbite so that the world would not blame Mrs. Feng for using her child to gain a career. This kind of sense of propriety and wisdom, in hindsight, When I understood, I felt a chill in my heart.

Remembering that she wanted to allocate her to Steward Liu’s son, the child refused her even a word, but she “accidentally met” the master and said, “The third lady likes Zhiwei’s jade hairpin, give it to her.” ." This led the master to ask about the origin of the jade hairpin.

She replied: "It's a gift from the Liu family. It's rare that my sister likes it."

Afterwards, the master was furious and accused her of not being strict in running the family. The things that the mother-in-law had with unknown meaning were actually exposed in the eyes of all the ladies. She really wanted to give Zhiwei to the innocent and ignorant third lady. What if the reputation spread? ?

In the past many years, this child has been in an awkward position in the family, but he has been able to keep himself from being manipulated and not show off. Such determination and patience make people uneasy when thinking about him.

Now, it is indeed an opportunity.

"It's not a big deal to say the least." Mrs. Qiu smiled, almost kindly, "How could my family embarrass you? Tomorrow the Holy Emperor will come. Otherwise, your majesty and princess have always been kind to the Qiu family and will not care. Compared to these."

Mrs. Feng's face was filled with joy, and she turned to look at Feng Zhiwei. Feng Zhiwei looked calmly at a flower swaying in the wind under the window, her hands folded in her sleeves.

"It's just..." Mrs. Qiu's words changed as expected, "There's no guarantee that any of my servants will be quick to talk. If word spreads, it won't end well. The master is fierce and strict in managing the family. When the time comes, the niece will be angry. I'm just afraid that I will suffer a loss..." She smiled slightly and looked at Feng Zhiwei, "My niece, why don't you leave the house temporarily? Don't worry, your aunt will take care of everything for you."

This is still about to be expelled from the house. Everyone understood the meaning and smiled thinly.

Although Feng Zhiwei is not respected, she has been raised in a boudoir since she was a child. What will such a delicate and fragile young lady face once she is kicked out of the house? Even if she is brought back in the future and her reputation as a wanderer spreads, she will never be able to find a good match again.

Aunt An put on a smile and removed the thorn in her eyes. She was really happy.

Mrs. Feng looked anxious and was about to speak when Mrs. Qiu suddenly turned sideways and straightened her temples herself. She then took off a red orb flower from her temples and inserted it into Mrs. Feng's temples. She said with a smile: "Hao'er hasn't grown up yet, Wei'er isn't very sensible, and my sister worries too much, and she's getting older before her eyes."

The sentence "Hao'er hasn't grown up yet" made Mrs. Feng shiver. She tilted her face half way, raised her hand and touched the beaded flower, her fingers trembling slightly.

Then she lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "Thank you, sister-in-law, for your care..."

At dusk, the rays of rays of light penetrated the hall, reflecting the bright colors on everyone's faces. The woman who was rumored to be strong and bright was darkened in the shadow of a corner. Frosty white.

Feng Zhiwei stood in the winter dusk, feeling the coldness of her clothes. She couldn't help but pull her sleeves closer. Her eyes flowed silently, turning on Feng Hao's face with red lips and white teeth. The beaded flowers on the temples were spun around. The red beaded flowers were bright and shining. They were pressed against the temples that were no longer green, and a strand of white hair was vaguely exposed. She didn't feel the beauty but felt the vicissitudes of life.

This is her brother, this is her mother.

Feng Zhiwei lowered his eyes and suddenly smiled, not desolate or sad, not sarcastic or angry, a very peaceful smile.

Everyone was on guard for her to have an attack, beg or cry, but they didn't expect her to look like this. They were a little dazed for a moment, but Feng Zhiwei suddenly turned around and walked out without saying a word.

This time even Mrs. Qiu was stunned.

Feng Zhiwei didn't even look back, he walked to Aunt An and stopped.

Her hair on the temples was slightly messed up by a slap from Aunt An, and there were fingerprints on the half-covered temples. Aunt An looked at her with some fear, and then she remembered that she had violated the ban by using her slave as a slave, and now Miss Feng's family She was about to be expelled, and before leaving, she slapped her out of anger. Madam felt guilty and would not care about it.

She took a step back in fear, Feng Zhiwei stood in front of her and raised her hand.

Everyone was waiting for that crisp slap.

Feng Zhiwei smiled slightly.

When she smiles, she is radiant. Although her yellow face is not outstanding, it makes people feel that her face is extremely radiant and even dazzling.

In the breathless silence, Feng Zhiwei raised his hand... and touched the fingerprints on his face.

She looked almost nostalgic, as if she wanted to experience the painful pain of the slap again through the touch of her fingertips.

Then she put down her hand, smiled gently, leaned into the stunned Aunt An’s ear, and said softly: