Feng Feifei was a little angry, his face was red, his voice was louder, his face became almost like an angry cat, and he said to Bai Qingyi: Hey, don't go, don't go, you tell me honestly, you obviously know martial arts, but when you came to our house that day to ask for relatives, why did you pretend that you didn't know martial arts? Did you not take me in your eyes at all, and you didn't like me at all?

Bai Qingyi finally stopped, but still didn't look back, nor did she answer her question directly, but just asked: Why did you deliberately dress up as a man that day and make that look?

Feng Feifei said: Because I don't like my father forcing me to propose marriage, I deliberately changed my dress like that, so that those who ask for marriage will be embarrassed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Bai Qingyi said: Me too.

Then, twilight dyed his white garment gold, merging with heaven and earth.

Jian Thirty and Jiang Feng looked at his back, and then, they looked at the eldest lady standing there with an embarrassed face, they wanted to hold back their laughter, but in the end, they couldn't help it, so they laughed, these cheerful, unbridled laughter merged with the sound of the wind on the mountain, the sound of birds, insects, and the rustle of leaves, forming a harmonious concerto of nature.

In fact, the weather in early autumn is not so cold, and the scenery in early autumn is not so bleak.

Because each of them has a hot heart.

They all have a heart that loves life and loves life.

After the war, it is peaceful, heaven and earth, people, and the clear fragrance with a trace of wood leaves in the air, lingering and lingering.

The song of the birds is loud and clear, the wind blowing on the body is very refreshing, and even the dust blown by the wind looks so lovely.

Everything is so cute and relatable.

Of course, all this has to do with Feng Feifei's mood.

This is because her mood has improved to the extreme.

The meaning of being so good is that at this moment, you just shook your hand and gave her a big ear scraper, and she felt that you were so cute.

Feng Feifei, who was originally playful, innocent, and even a little childish, suddenly became a dignified, mature and very classical woman A good wife and mother.

What's more, she was able to put down her daughter's vice-lady shelf and cook with peace of mind - at least she thought that what she was doing at the moment was cooking.

That's pretty rare.

Of course, the reason why I say that she is thinking that she is cooking is because the so-called cooking here only refers to boiling medicine—Jian Thirty's injuries have become very serious, and the old injuries have not yet fully healed, but they have suffered extremely serious new injuries.

Although he can rely on his own skills to heal his injuries, if he is combined with two pairs of knife wound medicine to treat them together, I believe the effect will be good.

Feng Feifei already thought that she was the future wife of Jian Thirty, so she was naturally responsible for cooking-boiling medicine.

The medicine is not so delicious, but it seems that it is not easy to boil out such an unpleasant medicine.

Feng Feifei almost thinks that in this world, there is nothing more difficult than boiling medicine.

Why is it so difficult to boil medicine?

At this moment, our eldest lady was almost choking on the smoke from the stove used to boil the medicine, and her eyes were red, and her face was reddened, and if she made her ass red, she would be a female monkey.

There were so many times that she even wanted to give up - no matter what kind of daughter deigned to do such a tossy thing, she couldn't help but give up.

However, Feng Feifei was not an ordinary daughter, so in the end, she persevered, insisted on catching the medicine back, insisted on putting the medicine in the jar, lit the stove, held a pu fan, and fanned the stove while coughing there.

She told herself again and again that for the sake of Sword Thirty, this little setback was nothing, I could do it, I was the best.

The stove, however, did not think so, and so the heavy smoke continued to pour out from below, making her dizzy and dizzy, as if to test the truth of her words.

Feng Feifei is in a hurry.

Looking at her helpless look, several times, Jiang Feng almost didn't laugh, and wanted to come over to help, but every time he was kicked out by Feng Feifei.

Jian Thirty is my future husband, I am Jian Thirty's future wife, my wife should boil medicine for my husband, what do you do.

Feng Feifei said.

However, the taste of being smoked was really uncomfortable, so in a sense, she really wanted Jiang Feng to come over to help.

But at this time, Jiang Feng didn't seem to plan to come to pay her courtesy, just stood aside, looked at her, and gloated with a look on his face.

Feng Feifei secretly scolded the stupid, and then, then tears, then coughing, shaking the pu fan, fanning infinite tenderness into the stove.

At this moment, Jiang Feng didn't want to laugh anymore, and was even a little moved, feeling that it was really not easy for such a daughter of such a big family to deign to do this kind of thing.

If you can marry a girl like the eldest lady, it will be really-alas, but it is a pity that the falling flowers are intentional and the flowing water is ruthless.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng couldn't help but sigh, rubbed his hands, and slowly came up, walking around Feng Feifei's back and forth, probing his brain around the stove probe that was smoking like a mine about to explode, wanting to help the handle, but he didn't dare to reach out.

Feng Feifei seemed to have eyes behind him, suddenly turned around, glared at him fiercely, and said loudly: Hey, what are you looking at?

Jiang Feng looked at her, and then at the stove, his mouth opened into an "O" shape, as if he was surprised by something, and as if he was thinking about how to answer her, and then, he clicked his mouth and muttered: Oh, of course, I will look at whatever is beautiful.

Feng Feifei took the pu fan, fanned the smoke in the stove at her a few times, snorted, and said: Then what are you looking at?

Jiang Feng coughed a few times, clutched his chest, and said, "I don't know what I'm looking at."

Feng Feifei seemed to be really angry now, slapped a fan on his head, and said loudly: I don't know what to watch, do you still want to watch?

Jiang Feng touched his head that was knocked very painfully, "hummed", and said: It's because I don't know what to see, so I want to see what is good.

Feng Feifei pouted his lips and said: You are really boring, now you, there is only one mouth left, but when Gan Laosan was not dead, why didn't I see you so good at talking?

Jiang Feng casually pulled a stool and sat down next to him, pointed at Feng Feifei, and said lightly: Oh, I didn't speak at that time, because you are here, I know that you are sharp-toothed, smart and witty, with you present, do I still need to speak, am I right?

Feng Feifei smiled and said, "Oh, your mouth is so good at saying, then you are flattering me, aren't you?"

Jiang Feng said "oh" for a moment, and said lightly: That's not it, but, anyway, you do have a little bit of a brain than me.

Feng Feifei pointed to his head and said with a smile: Alas, I don't call this a brain, this is called a brain, you also have a brain, why can't you use it?

Jiang Feng shrugged his eyebrows, smiled bitterly at her, and said lightly: Alas, whatever you say, anyway, I have already admitted defeat.