Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

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Feng He opened her eyes wide: Um, what?

[Nothing.] The system forced a smile.

Feng He returned to his room under the guidance of the system.

It's so luxurious here.

Feng He's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

This is called a room, but it is actually a courtyard.

Outside the courtyard, there is a pond, a hill, and a bamboo forest. The ground is paved with bluestone slabs, a small wooden bridge is built, and palace lanterns are dotted on the roadside.

The main house in the courtyard is the original owner's room, and there are many side rooms next to it, which are where the servants who served the original owner live.

Feng He was shocked that there were so many people serving her.

The room was also very large, with a rosewood bed, silk bedding, ivory jade pillow, and fur mattress.

The bed curtains were made of light gauze curtains, two layers of sky-blue gauze with occasional auspicious cloud patterns embroidered on them. The gauze was delicate and soft, and it was obvious that it was made of top-quality material.

There was also a huge night-shining pearl hanging at the top of the curtain.

The footrest under the bed is also made of fine rosewood, with a fluffy cushion on it and slippers placed next to it.

There was a huge vertical cabinet on the left side of the bed, which was filled with his clothes and skirts, including various styles of chest-length, waist-length, and double-breasted skirts, various styles of horse-faced skirts, wide-sleeved fairy skirts, pipa sleeves, and jackets...

There is also a dressing table on the other side, with various types of rouge and powder, and dazzling gold and silver jewelry.

Hairpins, earrings, hairpins, tassels, necklaces, bracelets...

A screen separates the bed from the outer room. The whole room is dotted with many wooden windows. The windows are very large, so the view of the outer courtyard can be well displayed.

The round-framed wooden window next to it is shaded by lush bamboos. In front of the window is a golden nanmu desk, on which are placed the finest writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

There are many types of brushes, neatly hung on the pen holder.

The inkstone is made of extremely fine jade and gold wire, and is very valuable.

Behind the desk is a row of wooden shelves filled with books, and in the gaps between the squares are porcelain vases with peach blossoms and leaves inserted in them. There are also jade ruyi, Hetian jade bi, and various handicrafts embellished with gold threads and gems...

The study and bedroom are also separated by a screen, and the patterns painted on the screen are also very elegant.

The shadows of the bamboos by the window sway on the desk, and the sound of the wild spring flows into the inkstone pool. (Du Xunhe)

This whole set can show the elegance and luxury of the room owner.

Unfortunately, the original owner was just a fool.

It was Feng He’s first time staying in a room with such a young girl, and the whole feeling... was actually quite good.

[This was specially made for him by the original owner’s mother.]

"So happy."

[The original owner is fifteen years old this year and is learning needlework.]

Feng He: "...Don't tell me I still need to learn needlework?"

[The original owner hated needlework because he could never learn it no matter how hard he tried and would even prick his hand with a needle. But the wife of the Marquis's mansion had to let him learn it, no matter how much he threw a tantrum.]

Feng He: “…”

Crying and chirping.

[Don’t cry hypocritically, you have to follow the original character’s setting, even if you don’t like it you have to learn it!]

"I know! Don't push me!"

Feng He followed the system's instructions and took out the embroidery and needlework that the original owner had secretly stuffed under the bed.

A half-embroidered dirty handkerchief with a bunch of red and green things embroidered on it. The stitching was so messy that it was impossible to tell what it was.

Fenghe thought it should be a flower.

The system confirmed his idea [Yes. Peony.]

There were a few drops of dried water on the handkerchief, which were probably the tears of the original owner.

Feng He: “…”

[...]

Feng He looked at the mess of "homework" and put it on the table in frustration.

Then he lay down on the bed and went to sleep. The bed looked very comfortable. Soft...

[...]

Feng He slept until the evening and woke up in a daze. She had a very good sleep.

He felt unable to sleep at night.

"System, is the male protagonist still in the woodshed?"

It's spring now, but the temperature is still not warm.

Feng He's voice was a little hoarse when she just woke up, revealing a soft dependence that made people feel pity for her.

[Yes. Do you want to pull him over now and continue to increase your viciousness?]

Feng He opened his mouth wide: "System, you...you you, so vicious!"

[…I am not doing this for our future. A bright future with a promotion and a pay rise.]

Feng He was silent for a moment, then asked, "What should I do now? I can't continue beating him. He looks so miserable..."

[You ask someone to bring him over and apply the wound medicine to him. He was just whipped by you, and the wound medicine must be very painful!]

Feng He thought about it and felt that it made some sense: "Well, this is good. It can make him recover quickly and let him feel the pain again."

[Um! ]

"Someone is coming."

Feng He found it somewhat novel to order others around. In ancient times, the "young ladies" in a marquis's mansion had a bunch of servants.

Good, good, very happy, there are so many people who can help him with things and play with him.

"Are you bringing Xiao Zhuzi here?"

Feng He was stunned. Little Bamboo?

[Cen Feiyu did not tell the original owner his name, and the original owner did not want to know it. Seeing that he was tall and thin like a bamboo, he named him Little Bamboo.]

Feng He: “…” As expected of the original owner.

"Yes, go and bring him here."

After receiving the instructions, the two boys ran out.

Two teenagers dressed like servants had been waiting outside Feng He's room. They responded immediately after hearing the order.

Feng He felt a little embarrassed for ordering others around. He patted his chest and decided to give his servants in the yard extra meals tomorrow.

In just a moment, Cen Feiyu was carried over by two servants.

Cen Feiyu is already seventeen years old. Because he has been making a living outside for many years, he was captured and tortured by the Marquis' Mansion. He is very thin, but he is very strong when he stands up.

So the two servants lifted him up easily.

When Feng He saw the unconscious Cen Feiyu, her heart skipped a beat: "System, I'm not going to kill the hero!"

[…How is that possible? Your whip is not very powerful.]

Feng He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

"Miss, he seems to have a fever." said one of the round-headed servants.

"Yes." Another pointed-headed servant echoed.

Feng He felt something in her heart and immediately covered her mouth and nose with her hands, pretending to be annoyed and troubled.

The pink, tender lips like petals and the exquisite, upturned nose were covered up, leaving only the lively eyes that revealed infinite affection.

"You two go call the doctor over here, don't let him pass on the cold to me here."

Cen Feiyu, who was lying on the soft carpet in Feng He's room, twitched his eyes.

Round-Headed Round-Headed and Pointy-Headed Pointy-Headed scratched their heads. In fact, it was not a cold. They thought it was just a fever caused by the infection of the wound.

But the lady felt that it was a cold, so it was a cold! No one could tell.

Who said the lady is a fool?

They both ran out to call a doctor.

After Feng He saw the two of them leave, she went up to check Cen Feiyu's wound.

The whip marks were actually not deep, because the original master did not have much strength and the beating was only superficial, so the wounds were not serious.

His whip only served a decorative purpose and did not have any serious killing power.

[What really caused Cen Feiyu to have a fever was diarrhea. He ate spoiled food, which caused indigestion. Coupled with a series of external factors, he had a fever.]

"Oh." Feng He nodded in understanding.

After all, Cen Feiyu was a servant in the original owner's yard, but he was not even given a full meal.

The food is all spoiled.

What a sin.