Quick Wear: I Fulfill the Wish of Cannon Fodder

Chapter 352 The Cat Demon who repays the wrong favor helps the female supporting role ascend the thr

As expected, when the long-awaited day of rest for the palace maids finally arrived, the always vicious and mean Nanny Zhang did not rush over at the hour of Mao to urge An Jing to get up and do the heavy and trivial work.

An Jing was secretly delighted, finally getting her chance. However, the distressing thing was that she didn't even have a box of decent cosmetics on hand. Thinking back to the culprit who had led to her current predicament, An Jing couldn't help but grit her teeth—it was all because of that abominable black cat! Thinking of this, the heroine An Jing couldn't help but curse Chu Lan in her heart several times.

Despite the limited conditions, An Jing did not give up. She first fetched a basin of clean, clear water, then carefully combed her long, shiny black hair. Then, she took great pains to borrow a piece of precious cinnabar paper from her sister who was also punished, and gently smeared it on her mouth.

After completing these preparations, An Jing happily lifted her skirt and trotted to the road that officials had to take after the morning court session, waiting quietly.

Not long after, Feng Yan and Lord Liu from the Ministry of Works were seen walking side by side. As they walked, they talked about the various things that happened in the court today.

At this moment, a palace maid with an ordinary face but outstanding temperament, who was eye-catching, suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their way. Feng Yan and Lord Liu looked at each other and shook their heads, indicating that they had no impression of this palace maid.

"You are Lord Feng Yan, right?" An Jing's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the younger and more handsome Feng Yan.

He was wearing a bright red official uniform. The gorgeous attire seemed to add endless elegance to him, making him look even more graceful and dignified.

The ancients often said, "His looks are like Pan An's, his talent is like Zi Jian's." Seeing Feng Yan today, An Jing couldn't help but sigh inwardly that the ancients were right! She even began to wonder, if even the supporting actor was so handsome, then what kind of stunning appearance would the hero of this novel have?

Just as An Jing was still immersed in her fantasies about Feng Yan, she heard Feng Yan nod slightly in agreement, and asked politely, "Which palace are you from, young lady? And why have you come to see me this time?"

Hearing Feng Yan's question, An Jing came back to her senses as if awakened from a dream. She nodded quickly and responded, "Yes, that's exactly why I came to see you." Then, she paused for a moment, and then said solemnly, "I heard that Lord Feng has been worried about the impending floods in the south recently. However, I do have a way to help you."

Feng Yan was stunned at first, but quickly regained his composure. He had originally thought that this young maid was as talented as Wen Bo, and when he heard that Wen Bo had been appointed an official, he wanted to follow his example and try to gain a reward by offering him a strategy.

However, since she had already spoken, he might as well hear what she had to say. So, he smiled and replied, "Oh? Then please describe your method in detail to me. If it works, I will naturally reward you generously."

An Jing saw that it was finally her turn to show off her skills and talents, and she became very excited. She recited the classic lines of the old farmer in the novel like a flood.

At this moment, she was completely immersed in the world of self-expression and did not notice that the expressions of the two adults opposite her had become increasingly ugly, even ashen.

After she finally finished reciting all those lengthy lines, she was filled with pride and waited with joy for Feng Yan to worship her like a rare treasure.

However, what she never expected was that the next moment, Feng Yan turned his head and cast his gaze towards the guards standing behind him on patrol, and shouted loudly: "Come here! Quickly arrest this little palace maid who dared to plagiarize other people's work!"

Since the person giving the order was a high-ranking official in vibrant red robes, the guards naturally didn't dare to slack off or delay. Before An Jing could even react, they had already rushed forward like a tiger pouncing on its prey, capturing her in a lightning-fast manner.

An Jing, who was forcibly pressed against the cold ground, was filled with astonishment and anger. She yelled at Feng Yan at the top of her voice, "Feng Yan, what right do you have to arrest me? Are you trying to steal my brilliant idea to seek credit and reward from the higher-ups..."

Hearing An Jing's reckless questioning, the man in the green official uniform flew into a rage, shouting, "You audacious lunatic! You have absolutely no idea of ​​your own limitations. Do you really think you can just spout nonsense and nonsense just because you know a few words? This excellent plan was clearly first proposed by a Wen official in the Ministry of Works. When did it become the property of a young girl like you?"

"Ministry of Works?" An Jing heard these four words and instantly stopped struggling and resisting. An image flashed through her mind—the old farmer who offered advice in the novel seemed to have been awarded this official position. Could it be... An Jing couldn't help but feel doubtful, but she quickly denied it. "That's impossible. It's only April now. He should still be in the village!"

Feng Yan was now certain that the maid not only knew Wenbo, but also intended to steal the fruits of others' labor. Without hesitation, he signaled the guards beside him to take her to Shuntian Prefecture for questioning.

At this critical moment, a loud cry was heard: "Master Feng, wait a minute!" It turned out that Nalan Rongruo and Su Lan happened to be passing by. When they saw that An Jing was causing trouble in the place where there was a lot of noise, they hurried forward to check what was going on.

"This palace maid is from the Third Princess's palace. Some time ago, she was demoted to work in the laundry department because she accidentally injured her master. I never thought that she would make trouble here today, Lord Feng." Nalan Rongruo's face was as gloomy as water. While explaining the ins and outs of the matter to Feng Yan, he calmly glanced at Su Lan, who was dressed as a maid beside him.

Su Lan understood what she meant and immediately stepped forward, raising her palm and mercilessly slapping An Jing's pretty face. "Pa, pa, pa!" The sound of three crisp slaps echoed around, making An Jing dizzy and her cheeks burning with pain.

"Royal sister!" An Jing was struck hard by this, and for a moment, she forgot her humble status as a palace maid and subconsciously shouted at Nalan Rongruo. However, as soon as she said this, she realized that something was wrong and quickly changed her words to plead, "Royal sister, save me, I am Nalan An Jing!"