The moving was in a hurry, so I had to celebrate no matter what. Feng Feiyang took out a 500 tael of gold ticket for Liu and Sulan to manage all the affairs in the courtyard, and the housekeeper helped.

It is equivalent to the financial power being handed over to the hands of Liu, and the housekeeper has only the power to control and use it.

There were twenty or thirty people to support at once. Feng Feiyang said that he was under great pressure and came up with a way to make money as soon as possible, otherwise he would have to spend money.

In the evening, the housekeeper and Songsheng went to a nearby village to buy chickens, ducks and vegetables, and even bought a fat pig when they were about to finish.

A group of people carried all kinds of vegetables, carried chickens and ducks, drove pigs and returned to the villa happily. Aunt Wei, the kitchen, took her son Wei Xiaoshu and a group of staff to work hard for more than an hour, and prepared a sumptuous four large tables of dinner.

The new master has a message. In the future, there will be vegetables and meat for every meal. All personnel will rest for one day every ten days, and there will be three days off in a month for them to move freely.

This is the only good job for Daqi! Everyone showed happy smiles on their faces, and they were grateful for staying.

At sunset, the active butler spliced ​​the dining room of the main room with wide wooden boards left during the meal into four large tables. He laid a curtain and placed the chairs and stools brought from each yard.

A messy and warm dining room was arranged! Feng Feiyang gave 36 praises to the butler's wit.

The housekeeper's ability was recognized by the new master and was extremely happy. He smiled like an chrysanthemum. He thought that he would do his best to take care of the yard for the lady in the future, and it would be in vain that the lady called him uncle.

The sumptuous dinner was filled with the "table". Liu was sitting in the main seat, Feng Feiyang sat next to him, followed by Luan Xiao, Jinshang, Fuxiang, Song Sheng and the butler, and Su Lan naturally sat in another Liu's case.

Before the meal, Feng Feiyang made a brief speech, and the other three tables looked at the petite new master with their eyes, looking forward to a new life.

Feng Feiyang cleared his throat, and his tender and delicate little face was full of seriousness:

"Everyone, today we have dinner together. First, to celebrate the joy of my house's move; second, to get to know each other. From now on, we all live in the same yard. I hope everyone will be loyal to their duties and do their jobs well."

Feng Feiyang then said: "As long as you work hard to do your job well, your life will only get better and better! Okay, find a housekeeper if you have something to do, and now you have a banquet."

Although the new master didn't understand what he said, everyone knew that his life would be better in the future and smiled happily. After thanking the new master, they started to have a meal.

The huge stew candlelight made the dining room very bright. Feng Feiyang took out red wine for Liu Sulan and a few maids to drink. He and the butler Songsheng drank Maotai wine stored by his grandfather, and the other three tables of women, servants and gardeners drank the osmanthus wine that Songsheng bought from Deyuelou.

For a moment, the whole restaurant was filled with cups. The women came to the new master to toast. Feng Feiyang also responded with a smile, but in the end, Song Sheng stopped the person.

Feng Feiyang's slightly drunk face was flushed, and his eyes were blurred under his pebbles like a small palm-leaf fan. He seemed to be drunk at first glance.

The butler smacked his lips and savored the sauce aroma of Maotai wine, and the feeling of the mellow and plump body. He had never drunk such a mellow wine in his life. He smelled the fragrance that never dissipated for a long time, the butler couldn't believe it was true!

Feng Feiyang felt sad and funny when he saw the butler holding an empty cup and smelling it, and he was reluctant to put it down. He gave another bottle of unopened Feitian Bai porcelain bottle of Moutai to the butler, but the butler was so happy that he kept thanking Feng Feiyang.

Song Sheng used to be the leader of the secret guards and had few opportunities to drink, but he also loved wine very much.

The food made by Wei Po in the big kitchen is more than the one made by the lady, but the things in this cup are probably not the same as the palace today. I saw that the lady generously gave the butler a whole bottle of fine wine.

Song Sheng's aggrieved and melancholy little eyes made me cry! I just started crying, Miss Feng, my master! You are just acquainted with the butler, right? Why did you give me a bottle of fairy wine to someone? If you want to give me, I would give me a good man with extraordinary light skills and handsomeness?

Feng Feiyang saw Song Sheng sip Maotai wine in small mouthfuls, sometimes he was frowning and sometimes he looked frowning. He thought he didn't like Maotai wine, but she didn't have high-end wine in her collection, and there was medical alcohol, so Feng Feiyang was unable to do so.

My grandfather and I both liked to drink the mellow and soft Moutai liquor in my previous life, because they were not too popular when they were high. The grandparents and grandchildren would make some food at any time, and while discussing the development of the family business, they drank Moutai liquor.

At that time, did you ever think about the separation of life and death in a short period of time? Feng Feiyang covered the tears in his eyes, gently pinched the wine glass with a slender jade finger, took a big sip, and said to Songsheng dizzyly:

"Sorry, Hasongsheng, your master doesn't know that you don't like drinking this kind of wine. I'll give you two bottles of high-altitude wine when I have the chance." After saying that, I made a drink, my face was flushed, and my big eyes were blurred with hazy mist.

Song Sheng was almost crying, so he stood up and bowed:

"Master, I, I really like this wine. You don't have to drink altitude anymore, really." Luan Xiao and the others looked at Boss Song's embarrassing look and couldn't help but cover their mouths and giggle.

For a moment, the atmosphere was relaxed and warm, and the whole dining room was filled with laughter...

Because Canchun's face was not healed, she drank chicken soup in the room with a straw given by Feng Feiyang. She was extremely eager to remove the gauze in her heart. The moment she felt extremely eager to get the gauze out soon.

I just don’t know what kind of surprise the lady will bring to herself.

The moonlight poured down like water, and the blue night sky enveloped the earth.

The villa where Feng Feiyang lives is quiet and peaceful, and everyone falls into a dream after drinking.

Only the secret guards guarding the outside counted the stars boredly. Suddenly, a sound of horse hooves galloped from far to near.

Qingying turned over and landed, and flew towards the yard where Song Sheng lived with a gesture. The sound of horse hooves was neat and heavy. The person who came was not sure whether it was an enemy or a friend? Qingying was sure that the person who came was definitely not heading towards the small village next to him?

Otherwise, his master would not have transferred Boss Song’s group to protect Miss Feng.

Song Sheng, who was a guard, was much more leisurely. He drank a few more glasses with the butler during dinner. At this time, he was snoring like thunder and sleeping soundly.

Qingying rushed into the room from the window. Song Sheng, who was sleeping soundly opened his eyes and jumped up from the bed. He grabbed the soft sword beside the pillow and waved the sword to the person who came.

Qingying flashed and dodged, and hurriedly said, "Boss Song, it's Qingying, the subordinate of Qingying. An enemy is coming!"

Oh my god! Fortunately, it flashed quickly. The boss’s swordsmanship is not something that can be covered. If he stabs the vital part, he will lose half his life even if he doesn’t die. The Qingying Queen flashed aside in fear.

"How many people are there? Can you tell who the other party is?" Song Sheng rushed out of the hospital with his sword and flew towards Qingyun Yayuan. He must notify the master as soon as possible and take precautions.

If the small character Qingying was on the outside, it would be solved and would never come to hold the letter. It seems that this time it was a powerful enemy attack.

Song Sheng was not at all drunk at this time. The Qingming eyes burst out with murderous intent. He dared to touch the people the prince wanted to protect. It seemed that these people were tired of living and rushed to find the King of Hell to have tea.

"Who?" Luan Xiao, who was vigilant, rushed out of the house with a sharp roar. The golden thread of the incense rushed out of the house at the same time. Even Canchun, who was recovering from the wound, rushed out of the house with his sword.

"Luanxiao, go and wake up your master. A strong enemy is coming." Luanxiao turned around and saw Feng Feiyang walking quickly with long hair disguised. She heard Song Sheng's words.

Is it that bastard who is doing a sneak attack? Is there any end to Feng Fei? Who is so angry? His slightly drunk eyes are clear and he will make arrangements immediately after thinking about it.

Four maids stood heroically next to Songsheng with swords. Feng Feiyang looked at Canchun, who had no time to even carry a hood, and asked in a low voice: "Canchun's face is not injustice, right?"

She really had no way, and she had a serious shortage of staff, otherwise she would not have let the injured restless spring go.

"Master, don't worry, it's okay to kill people." Canchun couldn't open his mouth, but his voice was small but powerful. The former secret guard, how could he kill people be his job.

"Okay, you four will go to Tinglanyuan to protect your wife and aunt Lan, and Songsheng will follow me."

As Feng Feiyang spoke, several ups and downs hid into the shadows and flew towards the gate. Only a petite back was left, drifting like smoke in the night!

She wanted to find an opportunity to take out an ion gun before Songsheng. The enemy is large and we are few, so it is important to save our lives first. As for the others, we will talk about them later.

Song Sheng raised his anger and chased Feng Feiyang, and the two of them rushed straight out of the gate. The gray shadow on the big locust tree saw the person who came turned over and fell down, his body was light and beautiful. If the time was not right, Feng Feiyang would really want to praise him, such a handsome light skill!

"Master, Boss Song. There are about twenty cavalry coming. I wonder if it is an enemy or a friend? Qingying went to the front to intercept it."

Feng Feiyang was shocked, 1:20, don’t have any chance! “Come back Qingying quickly, you two must guard the gate. Song Sheng left quickly, I’m afraid it’s too late…”

Song Sheng was too anxious, but Qingying grew up with him and made a whistle in a hurry, three long and two short, sharp and long, resounding throughout the quiet night.

The two figures of one tall and one short in the cold moonlight galloped away, and the night wind blew the phoenix's wide-sleeved dress and danced.

Feng Feiyang held the ion gun in his hand tightly, and tightly clamped dozens of silver needles coated with super anesthetic drugs on his other finger. Whoever it was? Those who swore me tonight would die.

Feng Feiyang was full of evil spirits, and her delicate little face satisfies the haze.

The two stood in the middle of the road and blocked the horses running. The situation was very critical. Even the cold night wind became manic and restless, blowing the phoenix's long hair up and down, and the dresses were clamoring, just like a dark messenger descending on earth, which was terrifying.

At this time, Qingying, who had just recognized the man as the former master, wanted to respond to Boss Song's whistle. Hua Yuzui, the owner of Fengying Building, pointed at the mute hole with a finger, slapped her collar and placed it horizontally on the horse's back, and rushed to the front like a wind.

He really wanted to meet the legendary incompetent Miss Feng San, a weak girl locked in the backyard, and a girl who was missed by the Prince of Iceberg.

From far to near, Feng Feiyang saw a big horse racing in the night, and a person was faintly crossing the horse's back.

It was Song Sheng’s brother Qingying. If something happened, it must be the enemy. Feng Feiyang felt sad and did not expect that he would die if he lived in the new home on the first day.

Bastard, the person who dares to touch me will tell you to die!
Chapter completed!