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Chapter 45 The Third Mission: The Cannon Fodder Miss Hou Mansion ([-])
Feng Buyu didn't know that Yu Ziming was already planning to attack Feng Yu. At this moment, she was instructing Xiao He to find a trustworthy person to watch near the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Nanny Qin treated the original owner like this in her previous life, so she naturally wanted to see Nanny Qin's tragic end for herself.

Xiao He took the order to go, but Feng Yu was a little puzzled and asked her why she did this?
"Why? Because I think Yu Ziming is ruthless, and he will definitely not let us go easily. He will definitely find an opportunity to attack us..." Feng Buyu originally wanted to deceive Feng Yu, but the more she talked, the more she felt the possibility It was very big, and his complexion gradually became ugly.

At this juncture, although Yu Ziming didn't dare to attack her, he still dared to catch Feng Yu and threaten her.

Thinking of this, Feng Buyu felt a little restless.

What should she do if he really did this?
"But if he really wants to do something to us, even if we send a boy to the Prime Minister's Mansion to watch, it won't help." Feng Yu's immature Baozi's face wrinkled when he heard this.

"...At least we can defend in advance." Feng Buyu twitched the corners of his mouth, but he knew how pale these words were. The Hou Mansion has been lonely since the original owner's father's life. , where is the money to hire a servant with martial arts?Not to mention secretly developing your own power.

"Precautions in advance? But we don't have a martial artist in our family." Feng Yu also saw it clearly, "Besides, we don't have any money on us. All the money is with my father. If my father asks for it, he will definitely not agree. .”

Like a flash of fire, a thought flashed through Feng Buyu's mind, but she missed it because it was too fast, so she quickly asked Feng Yu, "What did you just say?"

"I said, we don't have a martial artist in our family."

"One sentence later."

"Father won't hire a martial artist for us, and maybe he will think that we are making a fuss out of a molehill." Feng Yu looked at her suspiciously.

Feng Buyu laughed.

With that, she has an idea.

Asking the servant girl to bring a pen and paper, Feng Buyu began to write operas that she came into contact with in the modern society. Apart from the famous Hua Mulan and Qin Xianglian, she also thought of several stories by herself, but due to lack of time, she finally only wrote two. One, and then took the manuscript, took Feng Yu, and went to the theatrical building that Lord Feng loved to go to for negotiations.

Yes, negotiate.

Feng Buyu thought about it, since Master Feng likes watching and singing operas so much, a good script should be more important to him than money. At this time, if she asks him to help, he will definitely promise.

It doesn't matter whether he cares about his children or not, but he must care about opera!

Feng Buyu felt that he was really smart.

Tingyin Pavilion is the largest theater building in the whole capital. The plays here are written by a dedicated person, and can be updated once a month. The opera actors inside are all very good-looking, and their voices are also nice. Therefore, Tingyin Pavilion is often full of friends. If you are late, you can only stand and listen.

Lord Feng Hou invested a lot of money in this theater, in order to have his own place no matter when he came over.

"Miss, do you have a reserved seat?" Feng Buyu was stopped at the entrance of Tingyin Pavilion, and there were two youths in Tsing Yi guarding the entrance. When he saw her leading a half-grown child with a maid following behind her, he stretched out Out of their arms, in front of them.

"There is no reserved seat, but Lord Feng is my father."

As soon as Feng Buyu said this, the expressions of the two teenagers suddenly changed. They also heard about what happened today. A place with three teachings and nine schools is the fastest place to transmit information.So they looked at Feng Buyu with sympathy in their eyes, and one of the teenagers said, "Then I'll take you in."

The theater building is very large and can accommodate 300 people. The stage is even bigger. Two bright red curtains are swaying like waves. Several people in opera robes are babbling and singing on top, and the people below are applauding. The sound became one piece.

"Oh my god, the seats are full so early." Xiao He said in disbelief from behind.

The young man's face was full of complacency, "That's natural. Our Tingyin Pavilion is the largest and best-selling theater in the whole capital. If we are number two, no one will dare to be number one."

While talking, the boy led them up to the second floor.

Lord Feng's private room is in the middle of the second floor. The carved wooden door is facing the stage. The door of Lord Feng is wide open. There are melon and fruit snacks on the table at the door. Lord Feng is sitting inside the door, surrounded by two A maid played the fan, and he opened his eyes, nodding and smiling from time to time.

"That's Lord Fenghou's room, Miss can go there by herself." After the young man said this, he saw Feng silently nodding, then turned and left, but Feng Yu seemed to be a little timid, his figure looked like He shrank back, his eyes full of expectation and disappointment.

Feng Buyu went straight to Feng Houye's side, blocking his sight, Feng Houye's brows suddenly frowned, just as he raised his eyes to reprimand him, he saw Feng Buyu's familiar face, and his tone was a little uncomfortable I became impatient, "Why did you come here, shouldn't you be in the prime minister's mansion now?"

Feng Buyu took a deep breath, "Daddy, please hold back, I have something to tell you."

Lord Feng Hou became a little annoyed, "I'll talk about it later."

"No, I have to say it now, or I won't let it go."

"..." It was the first time that Lord Feng Hou saw such a rascal appearance like Feng Buyu, so his eyes were a little surprised, and after a while he frowned and said anxiously, "Then hurry up, I still want to watch a play Woolen cloth."

"I know."

Master Feng Hou asked the two servant girls to retreat, Feng Buyu brought Feng Yu in, and asked Xiao He to wait outside.

"Daddy, it's like this..."

After Feng Buyu entered the room, he went straight to the topic and told what happened today. As expected, Master Feng didn't have any expression on his face, and Feng Buyu was not disappointed, and took half of the script she wrote. Show Feng Hou Ye, after Feng Hou Ye took it, he was a little impatient at first, but gradually, his brows relaxed, and his eyes became brighter and brighter——

!!!

After a quarter of an hour, Feng Buyu managed to get Master Feng to agree to her condition, even though he also had a condition, which was to let her submit two scripts to him a month.

There are only two copies, which is nothing to Feng Buyu who is very good at Chinese.

Master Feng asked them to take them to the backyard to wait, and then he ran to help Feng Buyu find someone, he still held the script in his hand, looking extremely excited.

Feng Buyu led Feng Yu and Xiao He to sit in the backyard for about [-] quarters of an hour, and Feng Hou Ye brought four people over. Standing still in front of him without a word, he called "Miss" in unison, then looked at Feng Yu, and called "Master".

Feng Yu glanced at Feng Buyu anxiously, but Feng Buyu frowned. These four people look so young, can they really protect them?
"Do you know who the four of them are?" As if seeing the suspicion on Feng Buyu's face, Lord Feng looked a little unhappy, and said directly, "The four of them are the secret guards of the theater owner. As soon as the owner of the theatrical building heard that you were in trouble, he immediately gave the four of them to me, and they will be yours from now on, so you have to take good care of them."

Dark guard?

Feng Buyu had read novels before, and the hidden guards in the novels were all very powerful people, and only noble children would have them, so she was a little relieved and understood that the identity of the owner of this theater must be extraordinary.

Seeing Feng's silent expression, Master Feng was satisfied, and continued, "The owner of the theater is so kind to us, so you have to write faster. It would be even better if you can write three stories a month—"

There was anticipation on his face, like a puppy waiting for his master to feed him.

This scumbag dad is a bit cute.

Feng Buyu flashed this idea, and then mercilessly rejected him.

(End of this chapter)