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Three days passed quietly.

Fengling was originally a person who couldn't rest. He was restrained by his master on the mountain, so he couldn't rest when he got down the mountain. He often went out to stroll during the day to buy some rouge and powder from girls' houses - although these were already prepared on the dressing table in her house, loving beauty is the nature of the girl's house.

Besides, she really seems to have not been to the market for a long time. She wants to buy everything when she sees it. In addition to rouge, gourmet, girls' dresses and jewelry, and even some clay men on the street, she is excited to see it, and can't help but reach out to pay for two.

A few days ago, I was still calculating how long the money they had in their hands could last, but I don’t have to worry about it these days, because Zhou Wenbai asked her to give her a bag of silver. After asking her master for advice, she took it calmly.

It's not your own money, it's particularly good to spend it.

Back at the mansion, she put the two clay men in red that she bought on the table at the head of her master's bed. A tall and tall man had a bit of a prototype, but because his master was not on the scene, the master who made clay men only made it according to her description, so her appearance was somewhat different, but it also looked quite similar.

The other one is a slender and petite woman. She is based on her current appearance. She is pretty and cute, delicate and has a very high similarity.

Fengling stood in front of several cases, looking at the two lifelike clay figures carefully. The more he looked, the more he felt the better he looked. The more he looked, the more he felt that the two stood together, the more he felt that they were very compatible.

I turned around and looked at it. Master was not in the room.

This time...

Fengling walked out of the house and looked at the sun above his head that had reached a west-west position, still far from the evening, but where has the master been?

After listening with a glance, Fengling took a few steps, went up to the corridor in the main courtyard, and headed towards the garden. After walking for a while, she heard the sound of someone talking.

"With your current power, it is impossible to overthrow the Southern tribe within three to five years."

This was the master's voice, which made Feng Ling pause.

Overthrow the Southern tribe?

Feng Ling thought to herself, she really has a big appetite.

But thinking about it seems that since they realized their ambitions under the name of restoring the country, the final result will definitely be to overthrow the Southern tribe, otherwise how could they restore the country?

Fengling knew that someone must be staring at her in the dark, so she didn't show any emotion on her face, she just wrinkled her nose and accelerated her pace toward the pavilion where her master was.

"Sir, please come to the conclusion-"

"Master." Feng Ling happily went down the stone steps, stepped on the bluestone road, and headed into the small pavilion in the garden, "The disciple is back."

The three people in the pavilion turned their heads together and looked at the little girl who was coming like a butterfly.

Because of her little jogging, her fair face turned red, her black eyes as bright as stars shining brightly, and her whole body exuded a carefree happiness.

And such happiness seems to infect everyone around you.

Although her appearance is not as good as that of many daughters from wealthy families, such a girl is undoubtedly popular.

Feng Jiuzhou raised his smile, "Miss Ling'er is out to play?"

"Yes." Fengling sat down in the empty seat next to them. His very natural movements did not make people feel abrupt and rude, nor was it a bit pretentious. "It was very lively outside, and I bought a lot of things."

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