Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don't Be Too Sweet

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Chapter 142: Neither of them are good

“What do you mean men and women keep distance? I’m a generation younger than Aunt Liu. Whatever’s going on in your head is dirty!”

“What a generation younger? You’re not related! She has brothers, but they didn’t even sit at the same table when they were seven! Ignorant!”

The corner of Liu Yusheng’s forehead throbbed. She turned around and said, “Aunt Hong, can you make them shut up?”

“I can,” Wei Hong struck, and they were both instantly silenced.

She clicked on their mute acupoint.

Wei Hong felt no pressure in tapping His Majesty’s mute acupoint at all.

She didn’t know him.

The two people who couldn’t speak looked at Liu Yusheng, their eyes equally startled and aggrieved.

Like two long-haired dogs silent accusing her.

“Let’s go. We have to get going,” Liu Yusheng instructed Da Huang, ignoring the two dogs, “Da Huang, take out the cough cream you brought. We’ll have to put it on display later.”

The group of five people finally set off quietly.

Liu Yusheng stopped dead in his tracks, not expecting to see Feng Qingbai at the door of the courtyard.

Garbed in a dark purple brocade robe, he stood tall there, slim and graceful, standing next to the carriage. His eyes faintly swept her, as if he’s been waiting for her.

Their eyes met, but nobody said a word.

Qian Wanjin’s eyes were about to pop out. He stretched his head in front of Liu Yusheng and waved his two hands messily: W-wu-wu-wu!

What’s going on?! Who is this person, Lucky Nannan? Did you meet him yesterday, too? How many people did you meet from the long time I was gone?

Mo Feng dropped his half-lidded eyes and folded his hands in front of him, looking particularly behaved. But deep in his heart, he was grinning ear to ear. He originally wanted to tell them that his imperial uncle would accompany him, but they clicked his mute acupuncture point. Nyehehehe.

Across from him, Feng Qingbai nodded towards them, and then said, “Mo Feng, get in the carriage now.”

“Wu-wu-wu!” Mo Feng immediately ran over with his tail wagging, not forgetting to point at his mouth, and then at Wei Hong, complaining.

Wei Hong looked to the sky.

“If you’ll make noise again, I’ll use this method in the future,” the man flicked his wide sleeves and said softly.

Mo Feng, “…” He released his acupoint, but he no longer had the guts to make noise.

It was because Aunt Liu was his uncle’s person so he was being partial, wasn’t it?

Mo Feng saw through the vicissitudes in an instant.

After calling out to Mo Feng, the man never looked in their direction again.

Liu Yusheng pursed the corners of her lips, and walked toward the Qian’s carriage without blinking.

He failed to catch the man’s subtle glance at her before he got in the carriage.

She didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she sulked all of a sudden, or more like in a fit of pique.

In short, she felt very uncomfortable and disheartened.