Chapter One, Miss Seven of the Feng Family

Miss Qi ... ... that is a snake ... ... " Cui Er was wearing a pink embroidered short jacket, with a flowing long skirt at the hem. Her delicate little face was lightly powdered, her hair was styled with a hairpin, and her makeup was neat. Although she was clearly a maid, she resembled a young lady even more. At this moment, she was shivering and retreating far away from Fengyunqing, looking in terror at the large pot not far away.

Miss Qi, have you forgotten? When I first arrived, your voice was far more frightening than mine. Cui'er, unwilling to let Fengyun take all the blame, pointed out that everyone in the Nanyang Dynasty knows about Miss Qi's peculiarities.

Not seeking the warmth of soft jade in my embrace, only desiring a single meeting, which would be a great fortune in life

"Indeed, life is filled with long-lasting regrets, like the water flowing eastward!" The gentle and soft voice resonated once more, instantly invigorating the people outside the wall. They hurriedly moved forward, pressing their bodies against the wall, straining to listen attentively. However, they did not hear the celestial melodies again; instead, they only heard a mournful cry, resembling the wails of ghosts and wolves: "Ah! I hate... great hate..."

At this moment, it is noon, and the sun is blazing down on this land, directly scorching the heads of the people, making everyone feel as if they are under a large furnace. Yet, they still gaze towards the interior of the wall, showing no intention of leaving.

"Yes, Miss Qi's voice... um... is very frightening!" Cui Er said sincerely

The sound of terrified screams once again pierced through the high walls and reached the outside. Upon hearing the words "Miss Seven," the people outside turned pale, and in an instant, they scattered in panic, their speed faster than lightning. Especially the young men who considered themselves handsome and talented, in the blink of an eye, not even a sparrow could be seen outside the wall.

Ah... I hate... I hate greatly... Why did you kill me... I will not let you go even in death..." Another wail, even more dreadful than the last, echoed, eerie and terrifying, as if it truly came from hell, sending chills down the spines of all who heard it

Whether revered by the world or scorned by others, each person has their own way of living. Moreover, after several years, both of these individuals have continued to live well.

The Naihe Feng residence is one of the four most powerful families of the Nanyang dynasty, with grand mansions and high walls that rival the city walls of Nanyang. Many dashing young gentlemen who pause outside the walls can only sigh in admiration.

A large fire is blazing beneath the pot, and steam is rising vigorously from within. Waves of aroma waft from the pot, spreading the fragrance to every corner of the windward house. Those who catch a whiff of this scent cannot help but speculate about the exquisite delicacies being cooked inside. However, Cui'er, who has just seen what is being boiled in the pot, knows that it is two snakes, and they appear to be already cooked.

Cui Er was taken aback for a moment, but being a person of exquisite clarity, it was only for an instant. Looking at Feng Yun's slightly annoyed expression, she suddenly understood and flattered, "Miss Seven is truly genuine!"

Heaven! Miss Seven?

The people outside the wall retreated several steps once again, hurriedly covering their ears. Those with faint hearts had already fainted, while the bolder ones could only barely hold on. Pairs of terrified eyes gazed at the towering wall before them

Ah ... ... I hate ... ...

Miss Feng Qi is thriving more and more, and Miss Feng is also maintaining her momentum.

"Admiration?" Upon hearing this, Cui'er couldn't help but twitch her face involuntarily. Looking at Fengyun, who was glaring at her, she tugged at the corner of her mouth and softly said: "Miss Qi, they ran away upon hearing your name, it has nothing to do with me..."

The harsh sound penetrated through the high walls and reached outside, causing people to retreat several steps. Those with weaker nerves fell directly to the ground, while those with stronger nerves were not much better off, their faces instantly turning pale

The Baixiaosheng Beauty Ranking evaluates the seven most stunning beauties in the world, among which the Nanyang Dynasty's Feng family boasts two representatives. One of them is Miss Feng Qingyan, known as the most beautiful woman in the world. She is a breathtaking beauty, possessing both talent and appearance, making her the dream wife for many, and is regarded as the epitome of women in the world

The voice is soft and gentle, delicate and graceful. Anyone who hears such a sound cannot help but feel it is a celestial melody, stirring one's imagination. People passing by the southwest wall of the Feng residence cannot help but stop, their minds inevitably conjuring the image of a stunningly beautiful face, known as the eldest daughter of the Feng family, Feng Qingyan

The flowers of the forest have withered in the spring red, too hastily, helplessly facing the cold rain in the morning and the wind in the evening. The tears of rouge, lingering in drunkenness, when will we meet again? It is simply the long sorrow of life, like the water flowing eastward.

After waiting for a while, no sound came from within the wall, yet a faint fragrance wafted out from inside, subtly reaching the nostrils. The scent surged into the mouth and nose, captivating the mind and spirit, making one feel as if they were floating towards the heavens. Pairs of eyes gazed longingly at the wall, their desire intensifying, wishing they could possess a pair of X-ray vision to behold the stunning beauty of the lady within.

Feng Qingyan is the eldest daughter of the Wind Mansion and is also recognized as the most beautiful woman and a talented individual in the Nanyang Dynasty. It is naturally not surprising that she can compose such verses. Those who were drawn to the sound and poetry outside the wall displayed expressions of longing on their faces, all eager to witness the legendary first beauty with their own eyes

Hmm? How can one be sincere?" Fengyun Qing's eyes immediately brightened upon hearing this, and he lifted his lowered head in an instant, looking at Cui'er: "Do you have any good ideas?

Miss Seven

The unpleasantness of sound is evident, and its penetrating power is rarely seen in the world

Miss Feng and Miss Feng Qi are two prominent figures in the Feng residence and the entire Nanyang Dynasty. The former behaves like a lady, with a gentle smile and an elegant demeanor, and has a deep love for poetry and literature. The latter also exhibits the qualities of a "lady," with a soft smile and a graceful presence, and enjoys collecting handsome men from around the world, focusing on matters of romance.

The wailing has not ceased, and once again it resounds. People not only cover their ears but also directly cover their heads, yet they still cannot bear to leave. There is a fear that the beautiful woman within the walls has suffered some misfortune, prompting a desire to directly topple the high walls and perform a heroic rescue.

It is evident how influential the three characters "Miss Seven" are in the Nanyang Dynasty

Cui'er, upon hearing this, looked at Fengyun with a flicker of her delicate eyes, revealing a troubled expression. She then tentatively suggested, "Cui'er believes it may be due to the Seventh Miss's lack of sincerity. If her sincerity were sufficient, they would naturally heed your words. Let us not forget that those young gentlemen were all reclaimed by you."

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Ah... Haha, Cui'er! Is that you? It's not that I hate, it's that it hates! The wailing voice instantly transformed into a cheerful and excited tone: "You came just in time, come and taste the snake soup I made!"

However, it seems that there is no such opportunity. At this moment, another crisp female voice from within the wall interrupted the wailing sound: "Miss Seven, what is it that you hate?"

What good is being genuine! What I want is a handsome man! Do you understand what a handsome man is?" Fengyun shot a glance at Cui'er, and foul language slipped from his lips

Another person, Miss Feng Qi of the Feng Mansion, Feng Yunqing, is also a stunning beauty, yet she receives a different treatment. Everyone trembles at the sound of her name, and wherever she goes, birds and beasts scatter, and people flee in droves.

"It's your fault; if you hadn't been shouting and making a fuss, would they have known it was me?" Feng Yunqing glared at Cui'er, refusing to admit that his reputation had become so bad that it reached his grandmother's house.

Oh dear! Cui'er, why are you shouting so loudly? It sounds terrible! Haven't you noticed that your voice has scared away all those lovely people outside the wall? Please be quiet! At this moment, Fengyunqing is wearing a loose white cotton robe, which makes her appear even smaller. Her delicate face is covered with powder, and her long hair is disheveled. If it weren't daytime, anyone who saw her would think they had encountered a ghost.

"I have no good solutions either," Cui Er shook her head. Seeing Feng Yun glaring at her, she quickly turned her gaze to the large pot nearby, which was filled with a roaring fire, and suggested, "Miss Seven, this snake soup smells delicious and is undoubtedly a delicacy among the finest. Why not bring it over for the young masters to taste? Perhaps if they enjoy it, they might take a liking to you."

Oh no! My image! It's completely ruined!" Fengyun stomped her foot in frustration, walked in circles for a moment, then turned around, her eyes, almost obscured by makeup, looked hopefully at Cui'er: "What should we do?"

The former is elevated to the status of a goddess by societal conventions, with noble ladies eagerly emulating her. The latter, however, is not accepted by this society and is looked down upon by the world.

Fengyun lightly furrowed her brows upon hearing this, feeling frustrated as she lowered her head and said, "But they are all ignoring me!"

So it turns out to be Miss Seven

However, Miss Seven, you already have no less than a hundred men in your Cangjiao Pavilion!" Cui'er, unfazed by Fengyunqing's crude remarks, perhaps accustomed to such things, reminded with a smile

Uh... the atmosphere suddenly fell silent. I recalled her howling at the two snakes in the pot, seemingly overwhelmed by excitement just a moment ago. My lips twitched slightly as I looked at Cui'er: "Was my voice really that terrifying just now?"

Isn't it just a snake? Fengyun glared at Cui'er with a hint of reproach: What is there to be so surprised about? Look at how you've scared away those admirers of mine outside the wall

Indeed! Fengyun's eyes lit up once again upon hearing this, and with delight, he looked towards the large pot, excitedly saying: "How could I not have thought of this! I will go and let them have a taste.

"Snake soup?" A voice filled with confusion from a woman sounded, followed by a sharp scream: "Ah... Miss Seven... You... You... You actually ate snake..."