Donggong Zhangjiao

Chapter 82
Fang Yun didn't know what Pei Yao was thinking.

If he knew that Pei Yao was thinking of Fang Pei and the eldest prince because he saw Fang Pei and the eldest prince acting coquettishly, then he would roll his eyes a few times.

What a tune!

But he didn't know this moment, so Fang Yoongi smiled and pulled him into the room.

"It's the end of the year, and it's very cold. I made His Highness a pair of gloves and a pair of waist protectors. His Highness usually goes out, either outside, or sitting all day to deal with official business. These two things must come in handy." use."

While talking, he asked Qing Rong and Yan Wei to take out the things.

There is no need to mention her manual work.

Pei Yao felt that it was delicate and beautiful when he saw it, and his heart became more and more ironic.

Well, look, Xiao Liangdi still misses him every day, and prepared these things with her heart when she can't see anyone.

And Fang Yun secretly looked at Pei Yao's satisfied expression, and let out a long breath in his heart.

Take a look, this is called opportunities for those who are prepared.

She wasn't sure when Pei Yao would come, but she reminded herself all the time to put Pei Yao first and remember everything.

After a long time, I can pretend to be a perfect affectionate attachment.

But people are more ruthless than grass and trees, and meticulous sincerity coupled with reasonable means can best capture people's hearts.

"In the backyard, you are the most considerate." Pei Yao put down his things, took Fang Yun's hand and patted it, "The end of the year is coming soon, but I haven't seen you make new clothes or buy anything?"

The reason for asking this is because Fang Yun's goose-yellow uniform was new, but it was too clean, which made Pei Yao think that she was out of money again.

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Fang Yun immediately shook his head.

"It's an addition, but the people in the needlework bureau have a lot of things to make at the end of the year, and they haven't made them yet. The clothes I wear are made by myself. They are usually very comfortable to wear. When I have nothing to do, I like to wear them. .”

Speaking of which, the clothes are not ugly, but rather plain.

In the current words, Fang Yun just wears it as home clothes.

So when you wear this body, you don't wear too much jewelry, so you look very elegant.

Fang Yun is pretty and tender again, with a small face as delicate as a flower bone, coupled with the tender color of goose yellow, she looks like a little girl who has just reached her age.

Pei Yao looked at that fair and tender face, and his heart became softer.

Turning around, he gave orders to Hong Zheng.

"I just remember that there is a shop called Jinshang Pavilion outside the palace. Go and pick some good materials and tell them to rush to make four sets of clothes according to Fang Liangdi's size. In addition, pick some good jewelry from the storeroom and bring them. For the short golden agate hairpin, bring it here."

Nowadays, women in Daqi like to wear short hairpins as jewelry, and they often like to match it with a bun hairstyle. This kind of hairstyle is cute and delicate, such as flower bud bun, ingot bun, double spiral bun and so on.

So now that Pei Yao said it, Fang Yun knew it in his heart.

I know that Pei Yao really likes her dressing up in a delicate direction.

But this is also temporary, she wore a very charming purple once before, and Pei Yao also liked it.

No matter what, she got the benefits anyway.

Fang Yun of the Jinshang Pavilion knew from a long time ago that many of the female relatives of the princes and nobles in Beijing bought clothes and fabrics there.

Fang Pei has to make a few uppers every year. She used to only look at them, but now she can wear them.

This feeling is quite subtle.

Going up step by step, now she is starting to be on an equal footing, and in the future it will be those people who look up to her.

After dinner, the two sat and drank Xiaoshi tea.

Qingrong went into the room and tidied up the things on the table. When Pei Yao saw it, he remembered that Fang Yun was practicing calligraphy.

So he said, "Did you slack off during this time? I gave you all the lonely copybooks."

At this time, Fang Yun almost spit out a mouthful of tea while checking his homework.

At this moment, she really felt that Pei Yao would definitely be a diligent and good emperor in the future, even checking the homework of the concubines so much, not to mention checking the achievements of the courtiers.

Pei Yao didn't know that his little Liangdi was slandering him at the moment, so she got up and went to the desk by herself.

At a glance, I saw several books on the table, including the chess records he gave, and several poetry collections. His copybooks were placed separately on the other side.

Looks like it's been used recently.

"The concubine is not lazy. It's just that I only rely on myself to realize this, and I don't have a master to guide me. I probably haven't made any progress. Your Highness, don't train me."

Fang Yun followed up, pulling on the veil shyly, with his head half down, looking at his expression.

This appearance reminded Pei Yao of the time when he was studying, when he was spot-checked by the Taifu and found that he didn't learn the subjects well.

I couldn't help but want to laugh for a while.

But he wanted to tease Fang Yun intentionally, so he kept a straight face and said nothing, first flipped through the words that Fang Yun had practiced these days.

The progress is really not obvious.

Because Fang Jun's handwriting itself is beautiful, but his wrist lacks strength, and this strength is not easy to practice.

"It's still too soft." Pei Yao said in a low voice, and glanced at the person beside him quietly. Seeing that Fang Yun's little face was a bit slumped, he added silently, "But it's much better than before."

"Really?" Fang Yun asked in disbelief.

Pei Yao finally couldn't hold back his laughter, and nodded while laughing, "Really, really."

Originally, Fang Yun was playing with him, but seeing him laughing so presumptuously now, he was really a little unhappy.

But we didn't dare to shake our faces directly, so we pursed our lips, turned our backs, and snorted softly to express our direct dissatisfaction.

"Your Highness is used to making fun of people. In the future, I will write behind my back!"

"Why are you still annoyed?" Pei Yao held back his smile, and stretched out his hand to pull her, "Come on, Gu is free today, I will teach you personally."

As he said that, he tugged on Fang Yun's sleeve, but he didn't tug, and felt like laughing more and more in his heart, but he still held back and exerted more strength to pull him over.

She said that the little girl was alone, and she was angry with him.

So he directly pulled Fang Yun in front of him, stood behind him, wrapped the whole person in his arms, and took Fang Yun's hand to take the brush, while he directly held Fang Yun's hand, with Fang Jun wrote.

Fang Yun couldn't help but froze for a moment with such an intimate gesture.

The man's warm breath wrapped around her body, making her feel a little hot on the skin.

But soon he adjusted his mentality again, and based on the idea that seducing people should learn to be anti-client, he took the initiative to put his body back.

The soft strands of hair rubbed against Pei Yao's neck without a moment's notice.

After practicing a few words, it doesn't feel like practicing calligraphy, but more like flirting.

He hadn't had sex for many months, and Pei Yao was in his prime of life at this age, and he was with a woman he was satisfied with, so how could he bear it.

After writing a few words casually, he dropped the pen and carried the person into the house.

The maids stood outside, listening to the movement inside, they hurriedly retreated and closed the door.

　Today is 520, everyone is celebrating the festival, no one reads novels, right?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)