(MTL)General, your sister has run away again (through the book)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

    Feng Fuqing pulled Cuizhu and sat on the steps of the General's Mansion, looking bored.

    Seeing that Feng Fuqing was not as terrifying as those maids had said, Cuizhu slowly became bold and chatted with Feng Fuqing.

    "Miss, you seem to be looking forward to the return of the little general."

    Feng Fuqing quickly put on a straight face and said, "Of course, that is the brother of my compatriot (fake), he is back. Now, how can I be unhappy (happy with his sister), not excited (that's because I'm afraid of death), you say so."

    Feng Fuqing, who had a different heart, smiled with a face of hypocrisy. In the bottom of her heart, she said to herself: Ahhh, if it wasn't for the purpose of hugging her thighs to save her life, she would care whether he came back today or next year, and let him play in the mud.

    Even in the text, the author described Feng Jingqing's description of the heaven and earth, which is unique and tragic, er, no, it is the one who looks better than Pan An, Yan Ru Song Yu.

    However, Feng Fuqing also just wanted to hug her own life, lean on her golden thigh, and leave mellowly. Even if Feng Jingqing is really as described in the text, she still has to watch it.

    Thinking that one day in the future, after she has no worries about her life, she can take a good stroll in a pollution-free and pure natural place, and Feng Fuqing feels a lot better.

    Cuizhu looked at it in confusion, her eldest young lady's happy expression, she hesitated to open her mouth: "Big, eldest miss, do you really think so?"

    "Well, of course." Feng Fuqing was puzzled. Looking at Cuizhu, is there something wrong with this, or which part of the plot she has missed.

    Cuizhu also gathered up his courage and said, "Miss, do you remember that the general went to the battlefield after he was angry with you." In other

    words, Cuizhu also heard a few things when he was listening to the sisters in the house chatting. News about Feng Fuqing.

    But Cuizhu was pure-hearted and didn't believe this, because at least the eldest lady she met was not the vicious and cruel person they described.

    Feng Fuqing listened to Cuizhu's clearly considered words, and told her a cruel truth very euphemistically. Her golden thighs should not be welcome to see her now, and her heart was inexplicably aching and piercing.

    It's all because she didn't want to see her, and she went to the battlefield where life and death were impermanent. You said, now her brother hates her so much.

    Feng Fuqing is now infinitely emotional, how unthinkable her predecessor, Feng Fuqing, must have been. It is true that there is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no door to hell, you still dig a hole.

    Just when Feng Fuqing wanted to pull the original owner out and rub it on the ground. Her little white-flowered cousin, Xia Anya, also hurried over.

    Shaking her little hand, Feng Fuqing's face was somber: I can't blame her for calling this little cousin Xiaobaihua, look at this, she is wearing a long silk embroidered dress with only a butterfly on her head. Very elegant. A strand of blue silk hung down on her chest, and she applied Fendai thinly, adding a different color to her.

    And because she trotted over, the cheeks were stained with a little red, which was seductively tight, bringing out a different kind of charm and purity.