Feng Yuheng felt that he couldn't even pretend anymore, so he smiled awkwardly, "That's fine, just know, you can't go outside and talk!"

Huang Quan was speechless, "We are not stupid."

Ban Zuo was quite confused: "Master, you are the one who slipped away from his subordinates. Now, it's not the first time. But how did you put so many things into the warehouse?" He couldn't figure out how Feng Yuheng could suddenly disappear under his eyes, but at least there was a saying, for example, Feng Yuheng's light skills are better than him... Of course, this is impossible. However, this can emptie the treasure houses of so many mansions and take out the money house's silver. It's just by his own efforts. This is too... too incredible, right?

How did she get into the warehouse? Feng Yuheng felt that she couldn't explain this clearly. After all, she was not using scientific methods, but had space tools to cheat. Otherwise, this kind of thing would be fantasy and could not be realized. But she couldn't tell these three people about this. After thinking about it, she said deeply: "Actually, it's not me alone. The Seventh Prince is helping me!" She wanted to say that Xuan Tianming was helping, but then she thought again, no, Xuan Tianming was in the camp and suddenly she was exposed, so she had to take Xuan Tianhua to take care of her.

But Ban still didn't believe it: "No matter who helps you, so many things are transported into the mansion, there will be some movement, right? We are not blind or deaf, and it is impossible for us to be unable to hear it."

Feng Yuheng also got angry: "But in fact, the things entered the mansion, and you really didn't see anything or hear!"

He almost stopped the class from leaving with one sentence, but Wangchuan said, "Miss is a person with great ability, I believe it." After that, he followed the class and said, "The master naturally has his own methods and principles for doing things." She didn't say the second half of the sentence. We cannot overcome it. The lady is already tolerant. Have you heard of whose master who can tolerate a servant who can ask the truth?

Huang Quan also felt that sometimes the class talked a little longer. She was afraid that Feng Yuheng would blame him, so she kept trying to smooth things over.

Feng Yuheng waved his hand, not wanting to mention this matter again, no longer swinging, and went back to the house without letting anyone follow him.

Seeing her entering the house and closing the door, Huang Quan stomped his feet and said, "What's wrong with you? Miss treats us well on weekdays, that's the lady tolerant, but we can't be arrogant? How did those things come? Do you care about how they come. The lady gave an explanation. Let's forget it once we hear it, how can we still ask that?"

The class was unwilling to let go and didn't know what to think in his heart, so he stood there and didn't speak.

Wangchuan was anxious when he saw Ban Zuo like this. She always spoke softer than Huang Quan. At this time, she shook her head and advised: "We just need to do our duty. We also know that you are worried about the master, but the master and servant are different. What should you say and what should you not say, we have to master the standard. All three of us came from the Royal Palace. Let's ask ourselves, if this happened to Your Highness Ninth, Your Highness Ninth will dare to question Your Highness Ninth like this? Do you dare to talk to Your Highness Ninth like this?"

Ban Zu was stunned and his eyebrows were slightly moved. The persuasion made him suddenly wake up like a sudden enlightenment. Yes! After years of following Feng Yuheng, he felt that this master did not have so many rules and was talking and laughing on weekdays. The distance between the few people was closer, but why did he forget that no matter how close he was, it was the master, which was different from them. And what qualifications did he have to force his master to ask what he did? What obligation did his master have to report to them and other slaves?

Ban Zuo felt a little uncomfortable. He was not wronged, and he couldn't tell what this kind of difficulty felt. In short, it was just uncomfortable. He didn't want to say anything, and shook his body and hid in the dark again. Huang Quan shook his head helplessly, looked at Wangchuan, then looked into the room, and asked in a low voice: "Are we going in?"

Wangchuan shook his head: "I won't go in first." Then he advised Huang Quan: "Today's things are a lesson. We two are the people who have the most contact with the ladies on weekdays. We must always remember them, speak with a proper attitude, and do whatever they should do on weekdays. However, there are some things that ladies don't want to say, and they can't chase after them like class walks. No one master will like such a servant."

Huang Quan nodded: "I understand."

Wangchuan sighed and said, "Miss is a person with great ideas and a person with great ability. Some things we should know are not what we should know. In any case, there are no one else in the world who can stand side by side with the lady except His Highness Ninth."

A few servants looked at themselves in the yard, but Feng Yuheng in the room didn't think so at all. In her mind, there was no master servant in her mind. Sometimes when she talked about this identity, she often used him as a friend. She liked the way of getting along with her, and communicated with each other and said whatever she wanted, unlike other masters and servants. The servants would just nod and responded like a robot, with no personal emotions at all. She didn't want a robot, and she hoped that the people around her would have their own opinions. Even if they didn't match her opinions, everyone could speak out and argue together. This was all fun. After all, she was a later generation and was very disagreeing with the cultivation of servitude in ancient times.

Just like today, the three people outside felt uncomfortable and thought they had made her angry, but in fact, as soon as Feng Yuheng entered the house, he just patted his heart and thought it was so dangerous. Then he turned around and made a face at the outside, sitting on the soft couch and smiling with a disgusting appearance.

She felt so frustrated that she could not understand the reason because she couldn't figure it out. She thought this was too interesting. The kid's entangled expression was really fun, but it was much better than always having a cold face on weekdays. But then again, the kid was also a master of asking questions. She couldn't stand this trick without turning against her and running away.

Feng Yuheng took a sip of tea and began to think about the stolen silver.

She was put in the space and couldn't let go, but she couldn't let her go. After all, she was preparing for the Southern War and had to use it anytime and anywhere. What's more, even if she couldn't use so much money there, she was not in the capital and was not at ease in the mansion! What if there was really something "jueying thief" in this world that she stole it all at once, would she feel sorry for her?

She was very confused and finally decided to leave a part of it, so that Xuan Tianming would take it with him when he left. After all, he led the army to set off, and there would be no problem escorting some money. She pretended to be as much as she could in the space. If there was still some left, she would put it in the Yao Mansion and the Chun Mansion. Only by handing it over to Yao Xian and Xuan Tianhua, she could feel at ease and not feel panicked.

Someone happily planned to do it. When she arrived at the fiefdom, she would first use the silver to build the fiefdom, and then wait until Xuan Tianming arrived at the southern border and store the remaining silver there. At that time, the prefect Luo Tian and the home of the Lanzhou Prefect should also go there. Last time they all paid so much for her and Xiangrong. It has been half a year since then, and the warehouse in the mansion should be full again, right?

The banquet started on the tenth day of the first lunar month. A grand event called praying for Dashun, praying for the emperor, and praying for the queen invited ladies, celebrities, and even the concubines and concubines in various palaces. Those concubines and concubines rarely have the opportunity to attend the event on weekdays, especially those held by a noble person as noble as Princess Wuyang, so I was very excited to receive the invitation this time, and they were even more worried about the blessings. They were cruel and could not bring all the best things they could do. After all, praying for blessings cannot be empty-handed, and they all understood this principle.

But I never expected that Princess Wuyang was so dark! Some women and ladies wanted to throw a silver note of 100 taels. Who knew that Princess Wuyang had to beat the table: the price starts from a thousand taels! A thousand taels is a thousand taels, but after donating a thousand taels, they had to listen to Princess Wuyang's passionate speech, and talked about the big shun so badly, and the small desert country in the south was so fierce, just like if they didn't donate money to support Dalai Lama, the small south country could enter the capital in a minute. Moreover, Princess Wuyang also said that the border was unstable, the country was unhappy and the people were uneasy, the emperor could not eat well, and the dragon's body was slightly ill, which was all worrying! The Empress saw that the emperor was not in good health, and she was also worried. She vomited blood a few days ago.

Ren Xifeng was sweating coldly when he heard it, and he thought that this was just Xuan Tiange, who dared to say it. If someone else had cursed the emperor and the queen like this, it would be a death sentence! But this princess was not afraid of anything. She even poked a hole in the sky and the emperor would not say anything.

In order to cooperate with Princess Wuyang and to leave a good impression in Princess Wuyang, the invited concubines and concubines actively responded to the call, and made a move without any slightest content. The silver notes alone were not good, and they also showed their support for Dashun with tears in their eyes, took off all the jewelry on their heads, and threw them into the large box prepared by Xuan Tiange and his men in advance.

Today, when I came to the Wenxuan Palace, those concubines who don’t have many opportunities to show off their concubines on weekdays, they wore good items from their boxes. Not a hairpin is worth a few thousand taels, so they donated it without blinking. Some aunts even advised their daughters whom they couldn’t think of: “Donate if it should be. Your father feels sorry for us. After returning home, he will always find a way to buy new ones for us. There are not many opportunities to contact Princess Wuyang, and it is not our turn to enter the palace during the New Year holidays."

It was a coincidence that as soon as we had finished persuading, on the other hand, I heard Xuan Tiange telling a lady who donated 5,000 taels of silver: "This lady is not common in the city on weekdays. If you have the chance in the future, you have to go out and walk more. We know each other today, so we often come to the mansion to talk to the princess!"
Chapter completed!