Nagato has such a slim waist

Qin Dajin, the marching commander, was responsible for the internal affairs of the Northern Yong Army and was also in charge of Pei Madang's belongings. When Feng Yun left, Qin Dajin was ordering the accompanying guards to bring in the belongings he had brought.

"lady."

When he saw his wife, he bowed solemnly and pointed back at those things.

"Twelve boxes, intact, are all here. The general said, leave them to the girl's disposal."

Before Feng Yun could say anything, he had people carry the two large boxes behind him.

"These are also the general's private property, and they will be given to the girl for safekeeping. I also brought all the ledgers with me."

Feng Yun thought of Pei Ran saying he had no money, pursed his lips, and said unexpectedly: "Didn't the general say that he would exchange them for winter clothes?"

Qin Dajin smiled and said: "General Dongyi will find another way, so the girl doesn't need to worry about it. Let's quickly count the things and put them in the warehouse."

The gift list was lost in the chaos of war in Bingzhou, and Feng Yun did not check the records at the time, so he did not fully know what was included.

She never thought that this was her own thing and went to get money from Pei Madang. The most basic idea was actually to find a good deal and wanted to make some profit for General Pei and invest in it in return.

She is very clear.

But now that Tan Dajin gave her something, it was equivalent to handing Pei Ran's family fortune into her hands.

Then there is a fundamental difference.

Seeing that she was not moving, Tan Dajin opened the box in front of him. There were several ledgers inside. He handed it to Feng Yun and said with a smile:
  "While he was on the march, the general didn't buy anything, and he wasn't good at managing property. In the past two years, I have been taking care of the general's affairs, including his salary, rewards, farms, shops, and houses. They were all recorded in a book and handed over to my wife for inventory."

Feng Yun's eyelids twitched and he saluted him.

"General Qin, take it back. I won't need it for the time being."

Tan Dajin saw that she spoke calmly and was not pretending to refuse. His back was stiff with embarrassment.

He suspected that he had not paid attention to his words yesterday, which led to a disagreement between the general and his wife. Only then did the general suddenly change his mind and took back all the twelve boxes of betrothal gifts, and then ran to Pingyang in person to ask for supplies from Huben's army.

That's why Madam would say such things.

The woman is petty and must be trying to vent her anger on the general.

Tan Dajin thought he could tell what happened by looking at his face, but he couldn't see the smile on Feng Yun's face clearly, let alone what she was thinking. How could he dare to drag things back?
  "No no no no."

He waved his hands repeatedly, as if he was a hot potato.

"The general has said that from now on my wife will be in charge. I can't be the general's boss, and I don't dare to make the decision for the general."

He bowed deeply to Feng Yun again.

"General, I still have military matters to attend to, so please retire first."

Qin Dajin walked quickly and led the people into the rain curtain without looking back.

Feng Yun looked at the pile of things in front of him and the thick account book. He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Pei Man's gourd.

Winter coats are a priority…

Pei Madang sent the things back, what are you going to do to fill the gap?

At present, the Beiyong Army has about [-] people, occupying Yupu, Wanning, Andu, and Xinzhou. Due to the restoration of people's livelihood after the war, many miscellaneous taxes have been waived, and the people are not rich.

If the court does not provide supplies, it will not be able to support so many soldiers. If it uses land to raise land and levies it from the people, the finally eased military-civilian relations may intensify conflicts, and the price paid for early governance will be in vain.

Feng Yun suddenly felt that his property and account books were very hot.
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  It was sunny in the afternoon and Chun Yuyan came back from Bingzhou.

As expected by Feng Yun, Xiao Cheng did not raise any objection to the construction of the museum and also contributed funds.

But Chun Yuyan hinted: "Emperor Qi seems to doubt you..."

Feng Yun: "What do you doubt about me?"

Chun Yuyan smiled and said: "I doubt that you, Feng Twelve, have such ability. At first, he thought that Pei Madang was secretly causing trouble. I persuaded him to believe that you were indeed responsible for this matter..."

Asking for credit again?
  Feng Yun chuckled.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the profits you deserve will not be lost to you."

Chun Yuyan smiled: "That's natural. You and I don't need to be so careful..."

"That's true." Feng Yun pursed his lips and said calmly: "I have a good business right now. I wonder if the prince is interested?"

Chun Yuyan is a businessman and will not refuse anything that is beneficial to him.

But he never expected that Feng Yun's good business was actually Pei Man's betrothal gift, not in exchange for money or land, but in exchange for cloth and linen.

These are the materials from which winter coats are made.

Feng Yun figured it out. Pei Ran might have been too embarrassed to exchange the betrothal gift for winter clothes because she came to ask for money, so he returned it, but he still needed winter clothes to appease the soldiers.

Since she doesn't want to accept this love, she might as well just go with his wishes.

"This transaction will not cause the prince to lose money." Feng Yun roughly calculated the price and then said: "Partnership business, mutual success, what do you think?"

Chunyu Yan narrowed his eyes and chuckled.

"Feng Twelve, you really know how to plan for Pei Ran. What are you planning?"

"It's not for him, it's for myself." Feng Yunyan smiled lightly, "My interests are bound up with the general's. We will both be honored and suffer. If the Beiyong Army fails and Pei Mad falls, what do you think? How much honor can I have?"

Yes.

When she heard that Pei Ran was going to pick him up in Pingyang, she felt a little uneasy, but it was not enough to make her lose control.

She would never do anything like competing with Li Sangruo for favor.

There will no longer be love between children.

At the top of the task, what she should do is to stabilize the logistics for Pei Mad and prevent him from being restricted by the Jin court and Li Sangruo. Only in this way can she have the opportunity to completely divide them and make them alienated and used by her.

But this debt must be settled on Li Sangruo.

Once this calamity is over, sooner or later there will be a reckoning.

Of course, if Pei Madang still has feelings for Li, she can also make it happen - when the big thing is done, she will bury them in pairs in the same coffin.

Chun Yuyan had no idea what she was thinking.

What can be guessed is that girls are just a measure of survival.

So he secretly glanced at her and talked about it in endless reveries.

"What are you afraid of? Without Pei Wangzhi, you still have Chun Yuyan."

Feng Yun sneered, flicked his sleeves and spoke calmly.

"Your Majesty, please take back this trick. You and I are both open-minded people. There is no need to show so much affection for the sake of good looks. Why not be more realistic, write your interests directly on your face, use each other's advantages, and seek common development. Take advantage of it?"

Chunyu Yan looked at her coolly and smiled.

"You are right." The low voice came with a smile, but the emotions in those beautiful eyes were like a dry well and deep pool, and it was hard to distinguish.

"Feng Twelve, you have a good sense. You have found the right person when you come to me. I have cloth and linen. I can even arrange a workshop for you and provide you with winter clothes. Whatever you want, I can do it for you. .But what can you give me?”

Feng Yun lowered his eyes, as cold as frost, "Who do you want to do business with? It's profitable, what else does the prince want?"

Chun Yuyan chuckled, looking at her lazily in a confusing manner, "Stretch out your hand."

Feng Yun narrowed his eyes, "What to do?"

Chunyu Yan: "Stretch out."

Feng Yun pursed her lips and looked at him, motionless. When Chun Yuyan saw this, he simply pulled her hand over, spread his palm, and looked at the striped road on his palm carefully like a fortune teller.

His hands were slender and white, and felt very good. It could be seen that he usually took good care of them, but they were too cold. Feng Yun let him catch them, as if they were entangled by a snake, and his brows furrowed. “Has the crown prince seen it? When will I get rich?”

"almost."

Chunyu Yan quietly raised his head and stared at her for a moment.

"Tell me the truth, are you really a banshee? The one who can suck human blood?"

"Get out!" Feng Yun glared at him.

Chun Yuyan smiled, his eyes were particularly beautiful.

"I'm going away. Who's going to help Twelve make winter clothes?"

There was a fox-like cunning in his teasing eyes, and the mandible line blurred by the mask showed that the young master was picturesque.

"You, how did you live in my heart?"

The first sentence is joking, the next sentence is serious.

"You know everything about me. You force me to be on guard."

Chun Yuyan traveled to many countries, doing big business, many roads, and wide spread. However, even his biological father, King Yunchuan, did not know how much wealth he really owned and how many business transactions he had under his command, but Feng Yun seemed to know the details.

Starting from Andu's two hundred thousand stone grain, she was like a roundworm in his belly. She knew a thing or two about Chun Yuyan's unknown things.

But to say that she knew everything was not entirely true.

The [-] stones of grain that Chun Yuyan hid in Andu was not on the table in the first place, and King Yunchuan did not know about it. But because of the "lending to the state of Jin", things came to light, which was tantamount to exposing Chun Yuyan's ambitions to the public, adding another firewood to the already tense relationship between their father and son, and also making his two concubines She was even more afraid of him and acted frequently in private...

This led to the subsequent assassination of Hua Yuejian.

But Chun Yuyan would not tell Feng Yun these things.

He wanted to hear the answer from Feng Yun's mouth.

However, that is Feng Yun's most secret rebirth secret.

"Guess." Feng Yun pushed him away with force, took his hand back, and said lazily: "Your Majesty is capable. This little thing won't trouble you at all. It just depends on whether you are willing to take action."

Chun Yuyan's slightly frowned eyebrows relaxed.

A simple sentence, like a small brush, smoothed away the doubts in his heart.

"You have such a mouth..." He smiled at the corners of his eyes, as if with emotion, flashing with a light of unknown meaning, "As long as you are willing to say something good, what do you want? Without Pei Ran, I can still give you wealth and glory. .”

Feng Yun bowed slightly, thanked him first, and then said:

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty, I can't bear it."

Smiling again, "What you hold in your own hands is your own. If someone else gives you something, you can take it back whenever you want. It's not practical."

Chun Yuyan looked at her eyebrows and just smiled.

Feng Yun did what he said, and called Xing Dalang over. He counted the accounts and bills given by Qin Dajin on the spot, checked the property, and haggled with Chun Yuyan to agree on the quantity of cloth and linen to be exchanged. Smile with satisfaction.

"Xiao Man. I will serve you with pen and ink."

The deed was drawn up in her own handwriting.

Chun Yuyan was sitting in front of the case, in the position where she poured water on her head that day, watching her focus on writing, occasionally frowning, and smiling from time to time, as if she had taken advantage of the sky, her delicate eyebrows, ultimate elegance, and chic To the heart-stoppingly interesting soul...

Silent.

long and short.

When Feng Yun slowly put down his brush and took the deed for him to read, the uninhibited smile returned to Chun Yuyan's eyes.

"Twelve, don't you really want to see it?"

Feng Yun didn't react for a moment, "What are you looking at?"

There was a smile in his eyes, "The hair that just grew out is a bit stiff..."

Feng Yun:......

She knocked on the desk.

"Read the deed carefully. What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking of you." Chunyu Yan paused and then said, "Are you stupid? In what way am I inferior to Pei Wanzhi?"

Feng Yun looked at his half-truth and half-false expression and remained silent for a long time.

She could tell that the prince was a little interested in her, but not as big as the benefits.

And she could cooperate with Chun Yuyan, but it was difficult for her to show the same interest as Pei Ran...

Perhaps due to the entanglement in her previous life, she was addicted to Pei Madang.

Seeing Chunyu Yan is beautiful, appreciating it, admiring it from a distance, and occasionally making your heart flutter, but seeing Pei Madang is wanting to possess it, it is the flower of longing and desire fed by countless dark nights. Completely different emotions.

Chun Yuyan looked at her heartily, "Brother Wang is not here, the spring night is precious."

hiss! Feng Yun tilted his head and looked at him, "Are you really not afraid of death?"

He lowered his long eyelashes slightly and smiled, "Is it going to die on you?"

"Where is my knife..."

Feng Yun pretended to stab someone, but then he restrained himself a little. He read the deed carefully, signed his name with a pen, and raised his head again.

"I'm so sweet, aren't I?"

Feng Yun rolled his eyes at him, "I didn't let the prince lose money, thank you. The prince is better at calculating than a monkey, but he talks as if he has suffered a huge loss..."

She pulled him over, looked at Chun Yuyan's signature, motioned him to put his fingerprints, and then she did the same.

"make a deal."

Feng Yun exchanged the betrothal gifts for cloth and linen to make winter clothes, but instead of letting Chunyu Yan do the work, he asked him to transport the materials directly to Changmenzhuang.

At this time of year, there is not much farm work in Zhuangzi, and there are many people with free time. It just so happens that they can organize themselves to sew winter clothes and build a temporary workshop. Using their own manpower, they can save a lot of money.

The newly acquired belongings were moved away box by box.

Feng Yun put the deed away and sent Ge Yi back to Andu with her souvenir to give it to Ying Rong.

Ying Rong was originally an embroiderer and grew up in an embroidery workshop. It would be perfect for her to take the lead in making a batch of winter clothes.

In the letter, she wrote her opinions and regulations in detail for Rong's reference, and told her to rush it out in the shortest possible time.

After doing this, it will be dark.

The moon hangs on the willow branches.

Feng Yun leaned on the wooden couch and hugged the pillow, looking at the empty room. His heart, which had been tense all day, relaxed.

There is no need to hope for a loved one, a loved one cannot be expected, but you can use it...

The temperature has dropped again. Are you cold, sisters?
  Feng Yun: I'm cold, but I won't say anything.

Chunyu Yan: Come into my arms, it hurts.

Ao Qi: Come on, kid! Bite him.

Xiao Cheng: If you want to do business with me, call me Xiao Tiantian, and then poach me and steal my beloved wife...

Pei Ran: It's my turn to speak, but I'm speechless.