Just when Feng Ruoxin wanted to do it.

The door of the ancestral hall was suddenly pushed open: "Master, don't drive her away!"

Madam Feng rushed in crying.

Feng Ruoxin quickly hid the kit.

"Madam!" Master Feng turned around and looked surprised.

He quickly put his wife in his arms.

The two maids caught up and hurriedly apologized: "Master, forgive me, Madam, she heard that you are going to punish the second young lady, so she has to come and see, the slaves can't stop it."

Madam Feng grabbed Master Feng's sleeve, and the tears couldn't stop flowing.

She begged bitterly: "Xianggong don't drive her away, we have no more rain, if you drive Ruoxin away again, then five or ten years later, we may forget the living appearance of our daughter!"

Master Feng's eyes were complicated, he waved his hand and motioned for the maid to step back.

Madam Feng shook her head while crying: "It's all my fault. Sometimes I'll be in a trance and can't control myself. Don't blame Ruoxin, she's not wrong."

She turned to hold Feng Ruoxin's hand: "Ruoxin, tell your father that you are wrong, and you didn't mean it."

Lord Feng sighed: "Madam, but..."

Mrs. Feng turned around and hugged Feng Ruoxin tightly in her arms, crying bitterly.

Feng Ruoxin lowered his eyelashes, covering his guilty eyes.

Lord Feng saw that Madam Feng cared so much about this girl who looked almost exactly like their biological daughter.

He was silent for a long time, so he had to say: "Okay, Ruoxin, I will give you another chance because of Madam's face."

"I hope you understand how to be filial to your mother this time."

Feng Ruoxin nodded lightly, followed by choking: "Thank you, father and mother."

Mrs. Feng pulled her back and did not forget to stroke Feng Ruoxin's hair.

"Scared? Don't be afraid, no one will hurt you with your mother here."

Watching the two of them walk away, Master Feng sighed sadly.

Feng Ruoxin lay on the bed and let Mrs. Feng gently cover her with the quilt.

This time she didn't resist, but her eyes were dark and silent.

"Go to sleep, sleep. I'll take you to the street tomorrow and buy you two sets of jewelry. Yuehe said, you like pearls, right? Mom will buy you two boxes tomorrow."

Feng Ruoxin nodded lightly: "Thank you mother, this is for you."

Her hand stretched out from under the quilt and handed the sachet over.

Mrs. Feng paused: "You don't want it anymore?"

Feng Ruoxin was lying on the brocade pillow, but her delicate face seemed to be half hidden in the shadows that couldn't be illuminated by candlelight.

She said in a low voice, "Mother is right. I am uncomfortable with the fragrance powder and should not use it any more. Then ask my mother to keep it for me."

When Mrs. Feng heard that she was so sensible, she smiled even more gratified.

"Good boy, you can figure it out."

She took the sachet and left.

After Mrs. Feng returned to the main house, she thought of pouring out all the powder in the bag and returning the bag to Feng Ruoxin.

But she sat in front of the vanity mirror, took out the contents of the sachet and frowned in doubt.

"what is this?"

Mrs. Feng held a soft and tender mushroom-like milky white lump with her fingertips and looked up and down.

It turns out that the sachet is not filled with fragrant powder?

She lowered her head and sniffed, but there was no smell.

Mrs. Feng didn't know why, and she didn't take it seriously. She put this thing back in the sachet.

that night.

Despite the thunder and lightning outside, the drizzle was like needles.

In the Autumn Water Hall, Gu Nuo'er slept extremely peacefully.

But in the dream, she saw an unexpected figure.

"Princess, save my mother, save my family." Feng Zhiyu stood there with a pale face, his eyes full of pleading.