Chapter 114: Young Master Renjian II: It's Just a Plaything

After the strong wind, the cloud stopped and the rain stopped.

Spring is like a little bride, arranging Feng Renjian's clothes with a coquettish face.

Feng Renjian also discovered the arrival of Feng Yuexian, but his face did not show the slightest embarrassment. His face has always been thick.

"Xian'er, how did you do this?" Feng Renjian sat down leisurely beside the stone table, letting Chunyi pour him a cup of tea.

"It's not that Feng Xingying." Feng Yuexian said angrily!

"Ah, you, are you the third young lady?" Chun Yi was also shocked to realize that the object of her demonstration was actually the third young lady.

Feng Yuexian was worried that her anger had nowhere to spread, and when she heard the sound of Chunyi, she was even more annoyed.

what does she mean?

When will anyone in this family laugh at her Feng Yuexian?

Does she laugh at her current embarrassment? Are you still laughing at her unhappy feelings?

"How dare a lowly maid dare to be presumptuous?" Feng Yuexian was so angry that he drew his sword and stabbed Chunyi: "Shameless bitch, how dare you openly seduce my brother! I will execute the family law for my mother!"

Feng Renjian didn't stop him, just pretended he didn't hear or see.

"Young Master, save me." Chun Yi screamed in fright.

Nai He Feng Renjian sat on the side with a smile and an elegant look on his face, sipping a sip of tea in a pompous manner, and sighed while shaking his head:

"No matter how beautiful the wild flowers are, they will all rot in the mud. As long as Xian'er is willing, the eldest brother can even give you his own life, not to mention a little maid.

Chunyi, if you can die under the sword of Xian'er, it is not in vain for you to follow me. "

Feng Renjian's attitude further contributed to Feng Yuexian's arrogance.

How could a little maid be happier than her?

She must die!

This maid, in Feng Yuexian's eyes at this time, is Feng Xingying.

"Young Master...Save...Save..." Chunyi opened her mouth to call for help, her mouth was full of blood.

Her chest hurt so much, and there was a sword stuck there.

Just a moment ago, the young master still treated her with all kinds of tenderness.

She doesn't understand.

Blood splattered on Feng Yuexian's face, she laughed mockingly, and cruelly drew out her sword.

Chun Yi Banguo's body just fell backwards, onto the flat grass that they pressed down.

The peach blossoms were shaken down, one by one, sprinkled on Chunyi's face, lips and eyelids.

She remembered that five years ago, she had just entered the government, when she was only fourteen years old.

At that time, she was also full of innocence and fantasy, and hoped to meet her beloved and live happily together for a lifetime.

Like many young girls, she is bewitched by the beauty in front of her.

It was also under this peach tree. After watching Young Master practicing swordsmanship, she couldn't help clapping her hands and applauding, her heart secretly promised.

After that, the son walked towards her, and he stretched out his hand to her.

Her heart was racing, and she gave him the best of herself.

At that time, peach blossoms covered her body, and she lay there quietly, pained and happy.

After the son was romantic, she had no regrets.

Even if she knew that she was with the son, she would be a nameless maid all her life, and she was happy with it, because she really loved the son so much.

This kind of life, in a flash, is five years.

The more he planted in her heart, the more she could give everything for him.

She thought that, at least in his heart, she also had a place for her.

Even a dog, after raising it for so long, should have some affection?

Only now did she know that it turned out that she, in his heart, was just a maidservant who did not deserve to die.

It has always been like this, it has never changed.

The blood of spring can only dye the grass red, but not the eyes of Feng Renjian.

But a maid.

In Feng Renjian's eyes, it is no different from a dog.

Without spring, he has other people, and he can hunt for fresher and more coquettish playthings.

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