Crying in anger, pretending to be in love with the villain after wearing a real daughter

Nan Qingfeng's footsteps stopped abruptly. He turned around and looked in the direction of the palace gate, and saw a man wearing a dark blue arrow-sleeved robe standing opposite.

Silver light fell, and the broken hair on his forehead left shadows on his eyebrows, half-covering his star-like eyes.

Nan Qingfeng's eyelids twitched, this was Bei Mingping, the third son of Bei Ming Mansion.

As long as Bei Mingjing'er is not involved, he usually has no hostility toward her real daughter, and even sometimes when he is in a good mood, he will reward her with some cakes that Bei Mingjing'er doesn't want.

"Isn't this just like being treated like a pet? If you're happy, you'll be patted on the head, and if you're unhappy, you'll be kicked a few times."

Nan Qingfeng snorted inwardly, then she saw the tall shadow of the man on the ground moving and approaching her.

"What did you eat today? It smells so good." Bei Mingping walked closer, closed his eyes and took a breath.

His handsome face is still a bit childish, and when he smiles, he reveals two pointed tiger teeth.

He looked harmless to humans and animals, but who would have thought that when the fake daughter got sick in the future, the innocent third brother would have a cold face and take her blood to save the fake daughter without hesitation?

"I happen to be hungry. Send him to my room." Bei Mingping stepped forward and gave random instructions.

If he looked more carefully, he could see Nan Qingfeng looking at him. His black and white eyes were different from the previous dim and timid eyes. They shone brightly in the moonlight and she looked directly at him without hesitation.

"My sister is not in good health. This is the black-bone chicken soup made by the kitchen for her."

Bei Mingjing'er is the younger sister, and Zhuo'er is younger and can be considered a younger sister. Which younger sister it is depends on how Bei Mingping understands it.

"It turns out it's for Jing'er," Bei Mingping said without any dissatisfaction, and spoke in a doting tone, "Then I'll give that girl a good refreshment. I'll just go to the kitchen and make it again."

Nan Qingfeng looked behind him and saw no one else, so he asked, "Why don't you see your second brother?"

Among the three brothers, the most troublesome one is Bei Mingnan, the second oldest.

If he had no means, how could he stay with Dongfang Chuye for so long and even become a close friend.

If he came back at this juncture and knew what she did to Bei Mingjing'er, she might not be able to escape so easily...

Bei Mingping was about to come back. He didn't know what happened. When he heard her question, he didn't think too much and answered smoothly.

"Second brother found a thousand-year-old blood Ganoderma lucidum for Jing'er, but the owner refused to let it go. He is staying there to deal with the owner. It won't be long before he comes back."

Nan Qingfeng murmured in his heart, Bei Mingnan, the old fox, was afraid that something might change in Bei Ming Mansion, so he asked Bei Mingping to come back and take a look first, right?

"Third brother, you've been tired from traveling. Go back and rest. I'm going to take care of my sister."

She nodded briefly, turned around and left.

"Take good care of Jing'er, Beiming Palace will not treat you badly in the future."

Nan Qingfeng paused and spoke sincerely, "Third brother, don't worry, I will definitely do my best to 'take care' of my sister..."

After saying that, he didn't stop anymore, threw away Bei Mingnan, and went straight to his own courtyard.

Simply because her courtyard was in the same direction as Bei Mingjing'er, it did not arouse Bei Mingnan's suspicion.

Watching her walk away, Bei Mingnan stood there with a look of relief on his face.

"This little girl is very sensible today. She brought a lot of gifts to Jing'er. Let's give the rest to her."

He stretched his tired body and murmured in a low voice as he walked towards his courtyard, "Second brother is actually afraid of this girl's extraneous trouble. Wow... I'm really suspicious."

Nan Qingfeng hurried back to the courtyard with the meal in hand.

Opening the door, the candlelight in the room was swayed by the cold wind that came in.

It was quiet everywhere, except for the occasional woman's weak, painful breathing coming from the direction of the bed.

When Helianru didn't turn around, Nan Qingfeng's heart finally dropped. He walked to the bed with black-bone chicken soup, opened the lid of the meal, and the rich aroma of chicken soup suddenly hit his nostrils.

The soup is white and the meat is tender, with a layer of light golden oil floating on it, swollen mushrooms and shrimps, and a few fine saffron...

Nan Qingfeng couldn't help but move his index finger when he saw it.

Resisting the greed in my stomach, I lifted the bracelet up.

"Bracelet, bracelet?"

I just gave her a pill. Logically speaking, she should wake up by now, but this girl hasn't moved yet.

"no, do not want……"

Huo'er suddenly frowned, tears flowed uncontrollably from the end of his eyes, and his pale and chapped lips trembled slightly.

"I am obedient and will do anything. Please, don't tell anyone about my lady breaking Miss Jing'er's vase... My lady will be beaten to death by Madam..."

Nan Qingfeng's eyebrows jumped as he listened to her murmurs in the nightmare.

She remembered that there was a passage in the book where Bei Ming Qingfeng was cleaning Bei Ming Jing'er's room. When she saw the room full of things that Bei Ming's family had given to Bei Ming Jing'er, she felt jealous and crazy. Comparing the treatment of the two, she was distracted.

At that time, I accidentally broke a vase.

Bei Ming Jing'er bumped into him, comforted Bei Ming Qingfeng that everything was fine, and promised not to tell anyone else.

Beiming Qingfeng was grateful, but he didn't want Beiming Jing'er to hate her so much that he couldn't attack her directly, so he secretly ordered his personal maid to teach Zhuo'er a lesson to discourage her...

"She taught the King of Hell a lesson, but she forgot about the kid under her. What a mistake..."

Nan Qingfeng's eyes curled up and he smiled movingly.

He raised his slender index finger, revealing the spider tattoo, took a bottle of incense, and dipped some of it into the bracelet.

The strange fragrance dispersed, and soon the bracelet woke up from the nightmare.

"Miss?"

The candlelight swayed, and her eyes went from confusion to clarity. The moment she saw Nan Qingfeng, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Don't talk in a hurry yet. Come and drink the soup. It will get cold later."

Nan Qingfeng scooped up a spoonful of soup and handed it to her lips.

This is such a delicious and fragrant soup. It's the first time for Zhuo'er to see it, not to mention taste it.

He swallowed hard, suppressed his appetite and stepped back.

"Still young lady..."

"Your young lady is the legitimate daughter of Bei Ming Mansion. As my personal maid, you can still afford a little black-bone chicken soup."

Nan Qingfeng didn't allow her to refuse and directly fed the soup into her mouth.

It was a delicacy that I had never tasted before. Huo'er's eyes turned red, and his big teardrops fell into the spoon.

Nan Qingfeng wiped away the tears from her eyes and said, "Your task now is to eat enough and heal your wounds. For the rest, don't worry even if the sky falls, I will take care of it."

Huo'er was stunned.

That young lady who had always been timid and weak could actually say such a thing.

As his mouth was fed with black-bone chicken soup one mouthful at a time, his fearful heart seemed to be filled to the brim with dirt, and his tears fell uncontrollably.

Finally, she drank the bowl of black-bone chicken soup, burped, and blushed with embarrassment.

"Miss……"

"Sleep peacefully, I will watch over you."

After Nan Qingfeng finished speaking, he stroked her eyebrows with his fingers.

The faint hypnotic fragrance on her fingertips crossed the tip of Zhuo'er's nose. Her eyelids sank and she fell asleep completely.

Nan Qingfeng stood up and blew out the candles, turned around and walked out the door.

After beating the master, how can one forget the servant?

A master and servant family should be neat and tidy...