Chapter 57

"It seems that my master still underestimated your ability." The eldest grandson Wuhuan leaned lazily on the small couch, the cup of fragrant tea in front of him exuded a seductive aroma.

Feng Qiye curled her lips slightly: "Master, how did you see it?" She should not have shown anything wrong, could it be that Changsun Wuhuan has the ability to foretell?
"Miss Feng is the first time to accept homework, so naturally she doesn't know the depth of it. The homework assigned by my master has always been completed, and only those who have completed it will reappear in the Muggle class." Changsun Wuhuan smiled lightly, "I want to drink tea ?"

"Extremely happy!" Feng Qiye raised his eyebrows, took a sip from the teacup, and then put it down, looking rather regretful.

The eldest grandson Wuhuan frowned: "Miss Feng is not used to my master's tea? This tea is a tribute tea from Nanchang Kingdom. There are only three people in Dongling!"

Feng Qiye remained silent, but neatly poured out all the tea that had been boiled in front of Changsun Wuhuan, and then boiled the water again. After a series of incomparably skilled movements, Feng Qiye handed over a cup of fragrant tea, "Try Try this cup from Qiye."

Changsun Wuhuan has been watching her movements, but the light in her eyes becomes more and more obvious the more she looks at her, but she has been calm all the time, just took a sip, and Changsun Wuhuan's eyes lit up: "I didn't expect that Miss Feng is still a girl. Master of the tea ceremony, eldest grandson is really disrespectful!"

Feng Qiye smiled slightly, as he accepted his appreciation, but the topic did not continue in the tea ceremony, "Master just said that he underestimated Qiye, I don't know what Master said, but appreciation?"

"Naturally, it's a compliment." This time, Changsun Wuhuan was not stingy with praise. Feng Qiye, who had gone through life and death, really brought him an unexpected surprise.

"But the master just said that Qiye is the first time to accept homework, so I don't know that the rule that only those who have completed the homework can come back is reasonable!" Feng Qiye's eyes were extremely agile.

The eldest grandson Wuhuan chuckled: "What you said is quite reasonable. But, did Miss Feng really not finish her homework?"

"Guess." After leaving two words, Feng Qiye got up and left, the target: guest house.

While Feng Qiye went straight to the guest house, Chen Rong had quietly appeared in front of Changsun Wuhuan. Feng Qiye accepted the homework. , but after observing outside for a while, I feel that Miss Qi's progress can really be said to be rapid.

"It seems that you, eldest grandson, have a better vision." Miss Seven, who has been guarding her for ten years but has been mediocre, is she going to show her sharpness from now on?
The eldest grandson Wuhuan raised his eyebrows, and put away the emotion that was flowing in his eyes: "No, Chen Xuejian is better." In terms of merits and demerits, his eldest grandson Wuhuan has no merit at most, but she, Chen Rong, has paid Ten years of hard work.

"Then, the general, Chen Rong knows how to reply." The general has been planning for ten years, and at this moment, it is slowly starting, but I don't know, can Miss Seven really rewrite their fate this time?

I wish I could!
Compared with Chen Rong's high expectations, Changsun Wuhuan's performance is extremely restrained. A person who has been unknown until now suddenly becomes stunningly talented. This is not all good for the Feng family or the Holy One.

(End of this chapter)

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