Prime Minister Feng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, and the anger seemed to be overwhelming, blocking Mrs. Feng so that she could no longer speak. Mrs. Feng's heart throbbed for a while, she was so short of breath that she was panting desperately, and her tears kept falling like a broken thread.

"Old man......"

"That's it! There is no need to mention this matter, just do what you said before! You don't have to choose any day, you go and let the people below prepare, buy a set of yards, and add a few people, and tomorrow you will put Aya'er and the ......" Prime Minister Feng Cheng gritted his teeth for a while, but he didn't squeeze out the word "beggar".

Directly continued: "Send the two of them over tomorrow!" ”

"Sir!"

"Uncle!"

Madam Feng's eyes widened, looking at his indifferent expressionless face in disbelief, "You treat Aya'er like this?" didn't even want to help her choose a good day, so let her get married? ”

"No, uncle, please don't! I don't want to marry, I don't marry......"

The mother and daughter cried in unison, one holding the hand of Prime Minister Feng, Prime Minister Feng struggled twice, and he was so angry that he shook it off and threw Feng Aya backwards, while Mrs. Feng fell directly to the ground without steady.

But this time, he didn't look at the two of them again, and walked straight away.

Feng Aya screamed "wow", wiped her tears and walked over to help Mrs. Feng, and in the end, it became a mother and daughter sitting on the ground hugging their heads and crying.

"Aya'er, my Aya'er, why is your life so bitter......"

******

It had been five days since Feng Qian and Jun Moying arrived at the summer resort, and the large army had just arrived, and their outfits had been tidied up.

After being settled, Jun Moying went directly to Chaoyang Palace to handle official business. Feng Qian took advantage of this time to go to Mingyue Pavilion, Concubine Qi's residence.

After Concubine Qi heard the rumors, she ran out to greet her.

Since the last time she was drunk, Concubine Qi had a fear of Feng Qian from the bottom of her heart, so when she faced her, her attitude was much more respectful than before, and she didn't even dare to be presumptuous at will.

Seeing this, Feng Qian's eyebrows raised slightly, and the first thing that popped out of his mind was Concubine Qi's hand.

It's not that she remembers "a scar every day" all day long, but she just happened to remember it, and her eyes inadvertently cast a glance at Concubine Qi's arm.

However, this glance was not just "casual" in Concubine Qi's eyes, her face changed slightly, and she immediately lifted her silk sleeves and exposed her scarred arms in front of her.

"I ...... There is not a single wound here, if you don't believe it, you can find someone to count them. ”

Feng Qian "......"

She's not here today to count scars.

"No need, I can still trust you for this little thing. Feng Qian pursed his lips, "There is something I want to ask you." ”

Concubine Qi was slightly surprised: "What's the matter?" ”

She didn't quite understand that Feng Qian still had anything to do with her so far.

It's been successfully detached from the organization, hasn't it?

"It's not really important." Feng Qian hooked his lips and smiled.

"I've been feeling a little headache lately, maybe I'm thinking about the past, there are always some vague images flashing in front of me, but I can't grasp it, this feeling is really uncomfortable, so I want to ask you. After all, we're old acquaintances compared to anyone here, right? ”