Chapter 1605 Fox Immortal and Little Monk (31)

"Okay, thank you, Brother Feng." Peng Yue looked at Xiaoqian and said reluctantly.

And Feng Yue climbed up the pole, "Then my temporary stay for a few days..."

"As long as Brother Feng is willing, then stay for a few days." Peng Yue responded tactfully.

It would not hurt Peng Yue to help Feng Yue for a few days, but Xia Qiu knew that Feng Yue would not be easy to deal with.

As the saying goes, it is easier to invite God than to send God away. Once Feng Yue stays, it will definitely not be a matter of a few days.

But it doesn't matter, she has tricks.

As for who has the better move? See you later.

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Feng Yue's abacus was rattling, and when she heard Peng Yue's answer, she immediately smiled, regardless of being treated as a beggar by Peng's father when she first came here, she made up her mind not to eat a drop of rice from their Peng family.

She turned around and went to sit at the table, and ate big fish and meat, Feng Yue hadn't touched a drop of meat for a month or two, so it was naturally not very good to eat at this time.

Xiaoqian looked at Feng Yue's back and swallowed.

"Xiaoqian, go, there is still a vacant seat at Mr. Feng's place, you should go eat something to fill your stomach." Xia Qiu's eyes moved slightly, and he said with a smile.

If Xiaoqian was released, she thanked her a thousand times and sat down with Feng Yue.

"Xizhi, Mr. Feng is a son after all, and Xiaoqian is a maid who sells her body. They sit together..." Peng Yue looked at it and felt something was wrong.

Xia Qiu gave him a blank look.

"What? Do you still like Mr. Feng?" She bit the word "Master" very hard, obviously because she knew about Feng Yuenv's disguise as a man.

Peng Yue coughed lightly, knowing that Xia Qiu was jealous again.

But it's not his fault. He was blind in his previous life, and looked at fish eyes as pearls, but he forgot that Xi Zhi has been following him, and she knows everything about him. He thought Xi Zhi couldn't tell that Feng Yue belonged to a woman. thing.

"I only have you in my heart, forever and ever." Peng Yue quietly held Xia Qiu's hand again, and said in a low voice.

Husband and wife outside the boudoir are not allowed to accept each other, but Peng Yue has shown his affection for Xia Qiuxiu in broad daylight for the second time today.

There is a feeling of liking, just looking at her, I can't get enough of it, I just can't help it...

He knew in his heart that holding hands outside the boudoir was probably the most daring thing Peng Yue had ever done. Xia Qiu knew this kind of simple thought, and Xia Qiu was satisfied.

"Idiot." She smiled slightly, looking at Peng Yue, her eyes full of his shadow.

On the one hand, they were affectionate and affectionate, on the other hand, Feng Yue was blocked again by Xiaoqian who was sitting beside her.

She knew in her heart that Xia Xizhi was mocking her as no different from a maid, but knowing this, Feng Yue looked at the fish in front of her again, her chest was stuffy, and eating fish was like chewing wax.

Xia Xizhi put her down, and Feng Yue also understood that this woman is not as simple as she thought!

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Feng Yue knew that she couldn't please Xia Qiu, so she went to Peng Yue's place every day without Xia Qiu's back to show her presence.

The moonlight is good today, so I invite Peng Yue to recite poems and compose poems together; tomorrow I suddenly get inspired and draw a picture for Peng Yue to appreciate.

Peng Yue complained unbearably, and avoided Feng Yue.

But Feng Yue didn't seem to know it, she was complacent about what she made, and she felt that Peng Yue didn't understand Peng Yue's pertinent evaluation.

For example, watching the farmers in Pengjia Village plowing the fields, Feng Yue recited the poem "Compassion for Farmers"

Plant a grain of millet in spring, and harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn. There is no idle land in the world, and the peasants still starve to death.

The poem is a good poem, but when Peng Yue heard it, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he warned Feng Yue very conscientiously and pertinently, never to spread this poem to the outside world.