Feng Wu was a little angry and asked, "In Xiaolang's eyes, are those women who often come to eat beautifully?"

Wei Yang exclaimed: "That's really beautiful."

oh?

"Look, the wife and daughter of Xu Ju's family in the north of the city, and they quarreled with the head of the family. Even though they knew that the other party was unreasonable, they turned their backs away from him. The mother and son came out to eat their own things. Faced with the attacks of the sour scholars, they sneered and ignored it. This is a kind of self-confident beauty of 'you can live well if you leave that guy's'; the daughter of Liu Landlord's family in the south of the city, they are a little ordinary, but they are confident, which is not despising themselves. Even if Landlord Liu feels that marrying an 80-year-old man can shine on his family, and they don't want to, that is the beauty of independence." Wei Yang sighed, "It's the women in the brothels, who talk about poetry, calligraphy and painting, and those sour literati can only listen. That's the beauty of freedom that others greedy for their bodies and laugh at the souls of others." Wei Yang said.

Madam Feng nodded: "Yes, Xiaolang's eyes are all beautiful, as long as it is not intimidating you."

Um.

Madam Feng said angrily: "Then what do you say about Qing'er? Sister Xi?"

"Innocence, lively and lovely, that's naturally beautiful." Wei Yang said strangely, "Oh, you want me to praise you, right?"

Feng Wu really wanted to slap the fire candle and press the guy to shoot the head and put a broom on it.

"You are your own person, so why don't you praise me?" Wei Yang said seriously. "In terms of appearance, Hami can't find a second person who looks better than you; in terms of talent and learning, you see what you wrote in your words, I guess the old master is so embarrassed. Besides, if you are doing housework and uniting sisters, do you need to praise such a good person?"

Madam Feng turned anger into joy and nodded: "Xiao Lang said this very fair."

Uh-huh.

"So tell me how the rouge powder is usually used in different levels," Wei Yang said.

...

Madam Feng took a deep breath and reached out to grab the pen. She was about to write by herself, but she listened to Wei Yang: "Do you like the red skirt the most?"

She was stunned for a moment, and she shook her wrist and wondered if she could write it down.

"So that's the case." Madam Feng sighed, "Yes, my husband's body is not cold yet, so I can't say this, but," she looked up and down at the Wei Xiaoguanren and said, "To tell you these things is like asking a child who knows nothing, do you think your sister is good-looking, what's wrong?"

She further asked, "Can you do anything bad?"

Wei Yang: "Okay, let's talk about makeup."

Madam Feng chuckled and said comfortably: "There is a million-year-old demon living in Xiaolang's heart. Can you become an adult overnight? You can't become an adult, you are like an old man, why do you think about these things?"

"Talk the serious matter!" Wei Yang slapped the table and said angrily.

Madam Feng's eyes curled up, and the victorious female general smiled and advised: "Xiaolang, you are still young, so don't think so much about adult affairs, you don't understand."

Wei Yang jumped up and fell asleep.

I'm too lazy to tell you!

Feng Wu chuckled and put the paper and pen. She actually held her little head with her hands behind her back, as proud as a little phoenix, kicking the snow-white shoes under her plain skirt. She was humming something, so she went back to rest.

The next day, morning, Wei Yang finished practicing martial arts, and the purple air on his face had not yet disappeared. Madam Feng was wearing a plain white dress and handed it over with a piece of paper. Seeing her look haggard, she thought she was missing her for another night.

Qing'er is still young after all, so Huanhuanle jumps to the kitchen to help, and she doesn't care too much about the white shoes on her feet.

Wei Yang said strangely: "Qing'er is your personal maid..."

"He is not a gentleman," Madam Feng said softly, "but it is definitely not a bad thing. Qing'er is a maid. With conventional rules, it is naturally him... But he himself said that Qing'er is still a child. When she is old, she should have something she likes and knows she doesn't like. Such a young girl cannot use those bad rules outside to ruin her life."

Wei Yang was solemn and nodded, "It's really a pity for this man."

"Yes, he is indeed a good person." Feng Wu said, "In our Jiangnan, many families have followed the preferences of some people. They wrap their feet up at such a young age. But he said, born that is like that, that's it. Teach a good daughter so much that it hurts so much. It hurts for a lifetime. What's the point?" Then he shook his head and smiled, "It's just that he is so passionate. People go to drink and eat erratic. He also goes to drink, but he pity those sisters. It's also good for good people," Feng Wu said, "They left three children for him, and they remember him every day, only his good, not blame him for saying you are the best, who is the best for you, who is the best for you, who is the best for you, he has ten thousand bad for him. We can think of one of his good people, it's enough."

Wei Yang cursed angrily: "In my opinion, for my abnormal aesthetic sense, it is all the things that should be killed for binding good people like that."

Madam Feng smiled and said, "He doesn't have the courage to say this. If he can live, you will definitely be a good friend. If you dare to do something he dare not think about, he is beyond your expectations of many scholars. You will definitely become good friends."

After a pause, she looked dim and said softly: "It's a pity that he died long ago."

Just as he was talking, Mr. Liu came out to have a meal, walked in and took a look, and sighed, "Good boy, you don't have to think of him often. He is blessed. We live as if we live better, right?"

Wei Yang praised: "The official is really good at teaching his children. Although Mr. Liu has only been for more than twenty years, his character is beyond the vast majority of scholars. The old official is mourning, so we should live a better life."

Mr. Liu laughed and said, "That child admires the knights in the world the most. They always say that those knights who use their swords to eliminate evil will always drink a big sip of good wine and praise them loudly, "What a good man." If he is alive, he will be happy to hear your Hami Wei Xiaolang praise you. Yes, I received the news that I may have to build a government residence in Hami in the future."

Madam Feng was stunned and quietly pulled Wei Yang down.

Wei Yang nodded and said, "I understand, but the old man must not accept this appointment."

"I'm not stupid," Liu Yuanwai smiled, "Have you cleaned your house? I'm going to have a meal in your house. I'm telling you a few things, and I'm asking you about your opinion."

It's the opinion of the royal palace!

Wei Yang asked Miss Feng to do her own work, and accompanied Mr. Liu to open the table in the room before he brought a bowl of noodles. The old man actually ate most of the time.

Wei Yang always felt a little sad. This old man was trying hard to keep himself alive and take care of his family, which was only the weak and the lonely.

"Slow down, slower," Wei Yang persuaded, "Wife Feng is in charge, you don't have to worry about the rest."

"Where is it? This child always wants to get married. She still has most of her life," said Mr. Liu. "In general, to live, you must have a support. What do those children have? You have to treat her well. This child has the ability, but he is also stubborn."

Don't!

"I am still a child, so don't say that..." Wei Yang always felt something was wrong.

Mr. Liu smiled and said, "You are just a child, and I am willing to put my daughter in your house. Otherwise," he hesitated, "A man as rude as you are, a man with a strong and domineering heart..."

"Eat, eat more." Wei Yang sighed, "How many people have Hami misunderstood me, Wei? Are there so many? Too many!"
Chapter completed!