Song Yuanhuanzhi

Chapter 365 After the third wash, Feng Zuomiao
Yu Yi watched Song Yi being surrounded by people who came to congratulate him. He smiled, and then thought of something. A very subtle sense of loss flashed across his eyes. He calmed down his emotions and looked away. What he saw was Zheng Zheng. People under the willow tree by the pond opposite.

Yu Gangyi bowed to Yu, and Yu Yu curled his lips and left.

Yu Gangyi straightened his back and opened the folding fan. Peng Chengquan walked over and said, "What's wrong?"

Yu Gangyi said: "It's nothing."

Yu Gangyi's eyes showed pride.

The Yu family has the qualifications to participate in this overwhelming wealth.

It's time to finish the third wash.

Lan Lan was so tired that she fell asleep.

As soon as Song Yi returned to the study and sat down, a person flew down from the beam.

Song Yi was so frightened that she leaned against the back of her chair.

"you are?"

The man opposite was dressed in white, with handsome features and a handsome posture. He had a folding fan stuck diagonally on the back of his neck.

I saw him pulling out the folding fan, holding the folding fan in his left hand, cupping his hands and performing a standard Jianghu salute, "I am the master of August Hall, Feng Zuomiao, I have long admired the name of Master Song."

As soon as Song Yi heard about Hall Master August, he relaxed, stretched out his hand to make a gesture to sit down, and said: "It turns out to be Hall Master Feng, please sit down."

Feng Zuomiao sat down casually, and Song Yi poured a cup of tea and said, "My son is having his third bath today. Please forgive me for any inconsideration."

Feng Zuomiao said: "Master Song is out of sight."

Song Yi put the tea in front of Feng Zuomiao and said, "What important matter does Master Feng have here this time?"

Feng Zuomiao said: "Your Excellency, you are not afraid that someone will do anything today, so you invited people from Chaohuan Pavilion to keep an eye on it."

Song Yi's expression remained calm and he said, "I didn't expect Chaohuan Pavilion to be so sincere that they would actually send Hall Master Feng to come."

Feng Zuomiao smelled the aroma of tea, took a sip of tea, closed her eyes and tasted it carefully. The soup was thick and smooth, mellow and sweet, and the slight bitterness quickly melted away. After swallowing, the fragrance lingered on her teeth and cheeks, which was refreshing. feeling.

Feng Zuomiao opened her eyes, put down the tea, and praised: "Good tea."

Song Yi said with a smile: "Hall Master Feng seems to be a tea lover at first glance. My tea skills are average and I am not his best. Hall Master Feng can take some with me before I leave so as not to waste it on me."

Feng Zuo Miao didn't know whether it was true or not, but he accepted Song Yi's words.

After a hard day's work, there must be some reward.

He was very satisfied with the reward.

Feng Zuomiao took advantage of him and said directly: "Master Song's worries are not in vain."

Song Yi paused while drinking tea, then put it down to wait for his next words.

Feng Zuomiao continued: "Some of the congratulatory gifts sent by some of them include mezzanines, and the banknotes inside are enough for us to work in Chaohuang Pavilion for ten lifetimes."

Feng Zuomiao sighed, the people in Jian'an County are indeed rich.

Fortunately, he is here. If it were the woman Luo Jingyu, spring, summer, autumn and winter would not be enough for her to perform.

Luo Jingyu, the master of October Hall, is a charming and enchanting woman.

Most of the women under her command in spring, summer, autumn and winter are women who were taken back from human traffickers by Chaohuang Pavilion. There is no limit to their methods, and they are a group of women who hate men.

When each one of them is doing a task, they look pitiful towards the man and have eyes that are watery, which is called a pretentious and coquettish one. In fact, once the goal is achieved, the method is so simple that people dare not open their eyes.

Therefore, October is also called Wugentang.

Song Yi said: "Do you know who sent it?"

Feng Zuomiao took out a list from his arms and placed it on the table. He tapped his chin and said, "It's all here."

Song Yi was not in a hurry to look at it, "Leave the things as they are."

Feng Zuomiao said: "Don't worry, it's not part of the job. We won't do it too much. That's another price." Song Yi nodded, "Today, I'm in trouble."

Feng Zuomiao waved his hand and said, "It's over, where's the tea?"

……

Song Huan's belly was getting bigger and bigger. In order to prepare for the delivery, Fu Yuanzhi took Song Huan to the street to buy groceries.

Song Huan opened the car curtain and looked at the busy street, suddenly feeling like she was in another world.

Fu Yuanzhi saw Song Huan's expression and knew that he had done nothing wrong.

In fact, it was already this month for Song Huan, and he really didn't want to take the risk of letting her come out again. Not to mention the bumpy road, he didn't want to have any unexpected changes at this critical time.

It's just that she has been trapped in that yard for more than three years. In the past three years, the farthest she has gone is the entrance to the village.

Recently, Song Huan's mood has become more and more changeable. He asked the doctor that asking Song Huan to come out to soothe his mood might relieve half of his mood.

Song Huan lowered the curtain and looked at Fu Yuanzhi. Song Huan's expression was changing in a way that was visible to the naked eye.

Song Huan turned his curtain hat out and put it on, stretched his waist and said, "Let's go down and take a walk."

The streets of Qiancheng were in great contrast to what she had seen the first time she came here, and the last time she came to settle.

The bustling streets are lined with shops and shops. Donkeys pull goods, oxcarts deliver goods, and carry burdens on the road.

Those walking in a hurry include not only the low-level porters, but also scholars, businessmen, etc.

She had enjoyed the leisurely pastoral life in the past few years. Song Huan's hand unconsciously touched her belly. Maybe the child in her belly wanted to come out and take a look, right?

Of course, the physiological explanation is that she may be suffering from prenatal depression.

Abnormally depressed mood, loss of interest and happiness in everything, anxiety, fatigue, and sleep disorders.

Song Huan was eating pastries with her left hand and stretching her waist with her right hand, watching as she ate.

Obviously the pastries are from the same shop, but the environment is different, but Song Huan feels that the taste in his mouth is better now.

Fu Yuanzhi accompanied Song Huan into the silk and satin shop. The fabrics inside were all of the latest and latest patterns, and they looked very beautiful.

When the shopkeeper saw Song Huan coming, the man was handsome and the woman was elegant, he stepped forward enthusiastically and said, "What kind of material are you here to see, Madam Master?"

The shopkeeper introduced: "You two have come to the right place. The materials in our store are the most complete in the entire Qian City, including plain brocade, Ling brocade, Yun brocade, Shu brocade, and weaving brocade..."

Fu Yuanzhi didn't know much about the materials, so he just said: "Choose something suitable for my wife and children."

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper quickly made an introduction based on what Fu Yuanzhi said.

Song Huan sat on a chair to rest and watched Fu Yuanzhi listen carefully to the shopkeeper's introduction.

At this time, the little girl on the side poured some water and said, "Madam, you drink water."

Song Huan nodded.

She was indeed thirsty after eating something just now. When she lifted up the curtain of her hat, a man passing by on the road happened to glance over. When he saw Song Huan's appearance, he froze in place.

Song Huan drank water neither fast nor slowly, but it was enough for the man to see Song Huan's face clearly.

After the hanging veil on the curtain hat was lowered, the man came back to his senses.

He lowered his head and thought.

As if thinking hard about something.

But he didn't worry about the time of three breaths. Anyway, he couldn't remember it for a while, so he would talk about it later when he remembered it.

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