The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

When Sima Zhao had left, Feng er saw how she was wiping her face and thought that Feng Yan had cried out of anger... ...

Now it seemed that she had listened to everything he said. Was She testing Sima Zhao?

"Mm, be alert these few days. Keep an eye on Sima Zhao for me. If he makes any unusual movements, report to me as soon as possible. Remember, if you find anything wrong with me, you are allowed to take action first before reporting! " Xia Ling reminded.

Sima Zhao was anxious for quick success and quick profits. If she could not do as he wanted, if he was desperate and resorted to some despicable means, Xia Ling reminded Feng Er that it would be better.

"Yes! " Feng Er's eyes lit up and he replied in a deep voice.

From the beginning to the end, Feng Er did not come down from the tree.

Xia Ling looked out from the window sill of the thatched cottage. Feng Er's breathing was mixed with the faint sound of the leaves. Even with her hearing, it would be difficult for her to find him.

She could see where he was, but she could roughly determine the direction. Then, she saw a spot quietly rising among the lush trees.

Favorability + 2, favorability + 1... ...

If the favorability was there, Feng Er would naturally be there too.

"Mm, I don't know if there are any secret guards following Sima Zhao. You stay outside and watch out. Be careful in everything. "

As Xia Ling said this, she withdrew her body from the windowsill.

Although her leg was more than half healed, it was still somewhat strenuous for her to get down from the bed.

Holding onto the thatched wall, she hopped back onto the bed from the windowsill with one leg, clumsy and cute.

Feng Er was in a tricky corner. From this place, one could see the overall situation from the thatched house.

The woman hopped on one leg. She did not look like a lady from a noble family, nor did she look like a proud daughter like Feng Yan would do something like that.

However, Feng Er stayed on the tree. Looking at the woman's back, he felt that she looked very cute.

Even if she was a little arrogant and unreasonable, compared to the so-called daughters from wealthy families in the capital, Feng Er liked Feng Yan more.

She said what she wanted to say and did not hide anything.

It was getting dark, but Sima Zhao did not come back for a long time.

Feng Er looked at the woman in the House and rushed out lightly.

He found Sima Zhao's figure at a hidden spot on the mountain slope of the village. Sima Zhao had a secret guard and a strategist waiting beside him. The secret guard was very alert. Feng Er did not dare to get too close and only held his breath to listen.

Following the wind, Feng Er heard them discussing. Sima Zhao said that his plan had changed. He wanted them to find a few sets of clothes and exchange for some silver.

The strategist told Sima Zhao not to go back tonight. Tomorrow morning, he pretended to sneak into the city overnight to exchange for silver. He wanted to continue the drama here.

Sima Zhao, this despicable man!

Feng Er stared at Sima Zhao's thin face. A dark fire suddenly rose in his eyes.

Feng Yan had eloped with him, but he was scheming. Was He worthy of the woman's love for him?

Feng Er was Sullen. After listening to Sima Zhao and the counselor talk for a while, the two of them talked about what they should do with General Feng's help... ... Obviously, he thought that he had succeeded in scheming against Feng Yan ...

He quietly retreated. Feng Er stayed on the Ginkgo Tree and looked at the woman lying on the bed in the thatched cottage, lost in thought.

The thatched cottage was very dark. This room was too crude. There were no lights, let alone any lanterns.

Feng Yan looked quite pitiful lying alone in this room.

"Master, are you asleep? "

As a secret guard, Feng Er jumped down from the tree and stood by the window. He turned his back and could not help but call out.