The fake daughter is a little lucky star (MTL)

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

    "Are you too much? The servants didn't even look at it. By the way, girl, these are the clothes and jewelry that the master asked to bring, and they are all for you." Feixue didn't know about the 10 taels of silver, so she only took three on the table. Pack up, put them on the couch and open them one by one.

    Looking at the two big bags of clothes and a box full of jewelry, Zhuang Shiyan stood there without speaking for a long time. Didn't she have already refused, why did her brother buy it again. These are so valuable, she can't take them.

    "Miss Zhuang, the master explained that you should keep it, otherwise he will think he is too cheap." Seeing Zhuang Shiyan's embarrassed expression, Feixue said with a smile.

    "...Then I'll tell my brother tomorrow." Zhuang Shiyan looked out the pitch-dark window and decided to keep it, and return it to him when she sees Mo Cang tomorrow.

    Zhuang Shiyan put the bank notes on the couch and counted them carefully one by one. After counting, her eyes widened, and she stammered: "This, this is five thousand taels?" What about ten taels?

    "Are you missing? The slave will ask the master to give you some more." Feixue got up and was about to go out. Her master didn't have much else, but more money.

    "A lot, a lot." Zhuang Shiyan hurriedly stopped her, but it wasn't too little, it was too much.

    "Ah, a lot is enough, then you can put it away. You sit, and I'll help you dry your hair." Fei Xue went to get a dry handkerchief and walked to Zhuang Shiyan's side to wrap her hair and put both hands to her. After a slap, the inner strength was fortunate, and the handkerchief was whirling hot.

    "Okay." After a while, Feixue took off the veil and used a comb to smooth Zhuang Shiyan's hair.

    "Okay?" Zhuang Shiyan put the silver note in her hand aside, and touched her hair with both hands from top to bottom, her eyes staring so big that her hair was completely dry.

    "Feixue, you are too amazing!" Zhuang Shiyan got up and grabbed Feixue's hand and looked left and right, envious.

    "Hey, what is this, I still have to touch my hands, the master's internal strength is really powerful, and you are far away, not to mention your hair, even if your clothes are wet, you can slap it and give you a wave. Done." Feixue was a little embarrassed by the praise, scratched her head and lifted her master out.

    "Brother is so powerful?" Zhuang Shiyan's eyes were sparkling, and she wondered whether she could still learn.

    "Girl, Master, I'll show you if you have any injuries. If there are any injuries, I'll give you some medicine. This is the medicine given by Master." Feixue took out a white porcelain bottle from her arms, "Miss you. Take off your inner clothes and let the servants take a look."

    "Okay." Zhuang Shiyan sat on the edge of the couch and took off her white underwear, leaving only a pink apron.

    Feixue glanced at it, her face instantly icy cold.

    I saw bruises and bruises all over the delicate and fair skin, on the arms, on the back, and most seriously on the waist, a large piece of hair had turned black.

    Feixue hissed, thinking of everything Mo Jiu had heard, her teeth itch with hatred, and she wished she immediately drew her sword and rushed out to chop up those who had hurt the girl.

    Although she is also a woman, she has practiced martial arts since she was a child, and she never considers herself a girl at all.

    But Miss Zhuang is different. She has no martial arts skills, she is delicate and weak, and she looks like a porcelain doll. How can those people have the heart to do it.