Nagato has such a slim waist

Chapter 404: Burning the midnight oil to fight
The world's number one adulterer?
Feng Yun made Chun Yuyan go crazy with joy.

"You, it's your mouth that's bad. No wonder you still can't ask Jiang Ji. Who else can follow you well..."

Her words were quite meaningful.

Chunyu Yan suddenly felt happy in his heart.

Feng Twelve is also bad-mouthed.

I'm not sure how much I care about him?
Chunyu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled lightly.

"Who says I can't ask for it?"

Feng Yun smiled and said: "Jiang Ji refuses to pay attention to you, am I wrong?"

The girl's voice was light but extremely serious. Chun Yuyan wanted to argue, but felt it was unnecessary.

Let her think so.

Otherwise, Nagato would have one less excuse to come back to him in the future.

Chun Yuyan half-closed his eyes and smiled lazily: "So what? I have a lot of patience, and sooner or later I will be able to embrace this beauty."

He stared at Feng Yun, meaning something.

Feng Yun thought about his words seriously.

"Jiang Ji has been helping out at the garment shop recently. If the prince is interested, why not order a batch of winter clothes from me? Then I can get along with Jiang Ji more often."

Chunyu Yan's chest felt tight and he took in a breath of cold air.

"Are you really good at scheming?"

Feng Yun said: "Winter is about to come, so many people have been busy with the prince for a year, and two sets of winter clothes have to be issued. You can buy it from others, or you can buy it from Nagato. The business is done, and the beauty has also taken a look, Why not do something that kills two birds with one stone?”

Chunyu Yan was very angry.

Money, money.

Being with him is just a matter of money.

He wished he could just walk away.

"Feng Twelve, are you crazy about money?"

"Yes." Feng Yun looked at him seriously, "What else?"

Chunyu Yan:......

Otherwise, would you still be able to miss him?

Will not.

This woman has no heart.

As long as there is some emotion of an ordinary woman, she will not be so vicious and cruel.

Chunyu Yan hummed twice.

After thinking about it for a moment, I kind of like it.

Isn't this the same as him?

Feng Twelve should follow him.

They are a perfect match, they share the same goals.

Pei Wanzhi is so boring, the two of them are completely incompatible...

Chun Yuyan's face looked much better.

"I can order winter clothes from your garment shop, but you have to buy the cloth and thread from me. The price is at least 30% cheaper than the market price."

"It's easy to say." Feng Yun said with a smile: "I created opportunities for the prince to get in touch with Jiang Ji, so the prince should give me a reduced price for raw materials such as cloth and silk thread."

She figured it all out.

Chun Yuyan didn't care whether he could contact Jiang Yin or not.

In fact, every time he went back to Huaxi, the first thing that came to his mind was Feng Yun, not Jiang Ji.

What I originally thought was a young man’s worry, I don’t know when it started, has slowly faded away and gradually become blurred...

At that time, he always wanted to find the little girl from Jiming Temple, as if he was controlled by some kind of compulsive emotion, and he would not give up until he found her.

But when I finally found that person, my worries were gone, and I no longer felt at all charming.

Also weird.

Feng Twelve is a witch, maybe she cast the spell.

Chunyu Yan raised his lips disapprovingly.

"How much the price is reduced, you and I are the same."

"That's right." Feng Yun smiled brightly.

She originally wanted to find high-quality and low-cost raw materials, and Prince Yunchuan was willing to provide them to the garment shop at a reduced price, which was of course better.

As for the price reduction of winter clothes, she doesn't suffer.

The cost is reduced, and the price of ready-made clothes is also reduced, which is reasonable, and there are more orders and sales. Isn't this a win-win situation?

Feng Yun still liked doing business with Chun Yuyan. She looked at the proud prince with a smile and a friendly expression.

"With a lot of contact, maybe Jiang Ji can cure the prince's hidden illness? So the prince will definitely make a profit from this deal."

Chunyu Yan was startled.

The mask covered his face, but the base of his ears turned red visibly.

He stared into Feng Yun's innocent eyes.

"Feng Twelve, are you trying to push yourself further?"

Feng Yun: "Don't you want to be cured?"

Chun Yuyan was so angry that he wanted to strangle her to death, "You know the reason for my hidden illness, but you are still angry with me? Feng Twelve, if you really want me, why don't you let me do it once, maybe I won't He was cured by medicine?"

Feng Yun: "Aren't you afraid that Pei Madang will kill you?"

Chunyu Yan sneered: "Death under peonies, being a ghost is also romantic."

He stared at Feng Yun, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with light, and he wished he could dig out some ambiguity of a man and a woman alone from Feng Yun's face.

However, Feng Yun remained calm as usual.

Not only was he not shy, he asked him in return.

"What kind of romance is the prince's romance?"

Chun Yuyan's smile froze at the corner of his lips, staring at this hateful woman, he slowly pursed his lips, made a "pop" sound, and then licked the moisture on his lips.

"This kind."

Feng Yun looked at her carefully, then suddenly stood up and went out, saying to Sang Jiao:
"Hurry and fetch Dr. Yao, your master is seriously ill."

Sang Jiao looked embarrassed and stood there.

Chun Yuyan's whole body stiffened.

"Feng Twelve!" He gritted his teeth and looked at Feng Yun's slender back. He was about to say that he wouldn't eat the salt-fried chicken wings when Feng Yun turned his head.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Chunyu Yan suppressed his emotions and sat back down firmly.

"nothing."
-
On this day, Chun Yuyan had a night meal in Changmen, but Pei Madang didn't have time to come back for dinner.

Feng Yun asked the cook to leave some for him, and Grandma Han smiled and gave instructions on how to keep it fresh...

Chun Yuyan felt quite unhappy when he saw them busy with smiles while leaving a bowl of salt-fried chicken wings for Pei Mad.

If he hadn't eaten it, would Feng Twelve be so kind?

Oh, he didn’t eat a lot...

He can't eat anything!
Dog Twelve!
Not a good thing.

Chunyu Yan was hating and angry, but as long as Feng Yun's expression appeared in his mind, the anger would dissipate.

Sometimes, he often forgets the fact that Feng Yun is married. Privately, I always deliberately avoid this. After all, Pei Man didn't return to Zhuangzi very often, and the two of them were not like ordinary couples, with few restraints...

He is not waiting for the day when he has an opportunity.

But always want to create opportunities...

However, this Feng Twelve never seemed to take Pei Mad and their marriage seriously, but in reality, who else but Pei Mad could sleep on her bed and have a loving relationship?
Chun Yuyan thought a little too much, and the salt-fried chicken wings were tasteless.

Before leaving, he made a shameless request.

"Pack a few for me too, I'll take them back for midnight snack."

Feng Yun glanced at him and motioned to Xiaoman to get it.

This was a new dish that she had just tried following the recipe. It was normal for Chun Yuyan to like it after eating it.

She wouldn't be reluctant to part with a few chicken wings...

"Madam, the king is back."

Huan'er lifted the curtain and came in, happily telling Feng Yun.

Feng Yun hummed, with no expression on his face, and followed Huan'er out.

Chun Yuyan turned around and followed Feng Yun's figure. However, she didn't even look at herself...

She simply forgot that he, Chun Yuyan, was still here.

Get chicken wings here!

Chunyu Yan laughed, his teeth itching.

He followed the curtain and went out, and saw the couple in the courtyard at a glance.

Pei Madang held the reins of the horse and stroked Taxue's face. Qian Sanniu brought a bucket in front of him. Texue seemed to be very thirsty, so he lowered his head and started drinking.

Feng Yun squatted down and watched Taxue drinking water, smiling all over his face, and his eye sockets seemed to be filled with amorous feelings...

The two of them didn't speak.

Not even eye contact.

But Chun Yuyan stood on the steps and watched, and unexpectedly discovered that he could not intervene in the world they were in.

What's there to see when a horse drinks water?

Feng Twelve looked at it so intently.

And Pei Madang can also watch Feng Yun motionless and watch the horse drink water...

Chun Yuyan almost had hooks in his eyes.

Being completely ignored, he was unwilling to be left alone and coughed lightly.

The two people who were concentrating on waiting for the horse to drink water looked over.

Chunyu Yan raised his chin slightly, looked at Pei Madang, and saluted, "Brother Wang."

Pei Madang nodded to him, "Your Majesty."

He didn't ask anything and didn't say much. He looked calm and relaxed, but Chun Yuyan felt that he had to let Pei Ran know something and make him feel troubled in order to be happy.

So he raised his lips and smiled lightly, and said lightly:
"Thanks to Feng Twelve's invitation, I had a night meal at your residence. The dish prepared by Feng Twelve... is called salt-fried chicken wings. The meat is delicious and cannot be compared with ordinary delicacies. Unfortunately, Brother Wan came back late. , the food is cold.”

Feng Yun raised his eyebrows.

It was as if she had specially prepared this for him.

Feng Yun did not refute, and glanced at Pei Mang from the corner of his eye.

However, Pei Madang's expression was expressionless.

"Yes." He said without any response, handed the horse's reins to Qian Sanniu, lowered his head and took Feng Yun's hand, walked straight in, passed by Chun Yuyan, and just gestured expressionlessly. , and passed by.

He was neither slow nor fast, his steps were steady, there was no trace of jealousy in his body, and he didn't care about him at all...

Is this the difference between a husband and an adulterer?

Chunyu Yan glared at Feng Yun and strode away.

Xiaoman came out of the kitchen, carrying the food box and was stunned.

"Prince, the chicken wings you requested are ready...this, this...are you not going to have them anymore?"

Xiaoman's last sentence was talking to himself.

Before the voice fell, Prince Yunchuan, who was leaving with a puff of his sleeves, stopped again.

"Sangio."

Sanjiao responded, walked up to Xiao Man with a faint smile, bent down to take the food box, thanked him, and chased after his master.

Returning to Yunzhuang, seeing that Chun Yuyan had no expression, Sang Jiao looked down at the things in his hands and asked in a low voice: "The prince doesn't like chicken wings, so... why don't you give me a reward?"

Chunyu Yan hissed and turned around with half-closed eyes.

"Why did I find that you and Yin You have become bolder recently?"

Sanjiao quickly lowered his head, not daring to look into his eyes.

"It's because of the magnanimity of the prince that the villain dares to joke like this."

"Hmph!" Chun Yuyan glanced at him coldly, "That's very well said. Now let's talk about the slap."

Then he grabbed the food box from Sanjiao's hand and walked away.
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Nagato.

The night light is like day.

It was already dark, and Feng Yun and Pei Madang were still in the study, burning the midnight oil to fight.

On the wooden desk, there is Feng Yun's regulations for the excavation of artificial canals, which are as many as twenty pages, densely written...

"I checked the classics, and this is all I can think of at the moment. Your Majesty, you can give it to Dushuitai for reference, and see if you can give them some inspiration."

Feng Yun said it humbly.

Pei Ran glanced at her, his eyes dark.

"They are not as thoughtful as you."

After that, he asked Ji You to present the drawings and spread them out in front of Feng Yun.

"This is painted by Du Shuitai."

Feng Yun did not expect that he would bring official business back and make a special trip for him to see it. This kind of attention is rare in the past and present.

She raised her eyebrows, took a deep look at Pei Man, unfolded the drawing, and looked at it carefully.

Dushuitai specializes in water conservancy, and the Dushui Envoy is one of the best. This drawing has more precise dimensions and more accurate measurement data than those drawn by Feng Yun.

Feng Yun said angrily: "They are obviously better than me."

Pei Madang shook his head, "The good thing about Yun Niang is that the regulations are simple and practical, the cycle is shorter, and the cost is less."

Feng Yun smiled.

What she calculated was just the cost itself, but in Dushuitai's regulations, there were more factors to consider, involving officialdom, so she couldn't say more, so she just smiled.

There were details that Pei Madang didn't understand, so she answered them carefully.

When the two of them came out of the study room, it was already midnight.

The maid led the way, holding a lantern.

Feng Yun was walking slowly, still thinking about the plan, when a big hand suddenly reached out, held her hand, and held her half in his arms...

When the servants behind him saw this, they all lowered their heads.

Feng Yun glanced at Pei Ran, the corners of his lips slightly curved.

Sticky, this person must have no good intentions.

Back at the house, Feng Yun asked the maid to wash up, and Pei Man went out to practice Kungfu with the Piyong Sword. When he came back dripping with sweat, Feng Yun was already lying on the couch, stroking the fragrant Ao Zai, reading a book, and almost Going to sleep.

It's late autumn and the weather is getting cooler.

In the quiet room, the curtains fluttered slightly in the breeze, and the red candle lamp reflected the girl's fair face.

Looking at the beauty under the lamp, she becomes more and more beautiful.

She was completely unaware of the temptation. She lowered her eyes and lay lazily. Lying on the side of the couch was a majestic lynx, licking her toes patiently...

Pei Ran's eyes darkened slightly and he walked towards the wooden couch.

Ao Zai stopped suddenly, raised his head silently, then got up and moved to the nest opposite the wooden couch, where he felt very good.

Feng Yun glanced at him and suddenly felt a little emotional.

Even Ao Zai is afraid of ruthless people.

Pei Ran is indeed not a human being.

She said softly: "It's already so late, so it doesn't matter if you miss one day of practice."

In her memory, except for the days when she was injured, she hid Pei Madang's Piyong Sword and he didn't practice. He practiced almost rain or shine, morning and night.

It is not difficult for one person to do something.

The hard thing is to stick to one thing.

Feng Yun admired him very much.

Unexpectedly, Pei Ran walked towards her. He didn't know if he might have made a mistake. He lowered his head and looked at her with his dark eyes for a moment. He suddenly held her face and gave her a lingering and hot kiss.

"I've been waiting for a long time. I'll be here soon after taking a shower."

Feng Yun's breathing almost stopped.

How could she mean that?
"I……"

"Wait for me. Soon."

Pei Madang calmly put down his sword and took off his clothes as fast as the wind. Feng Yun had no time to say anything. As if in the blink of an eye, he strode to the clean room with only his clothes and bare arms.

The strong and tight body, the muscles on the arms and waist and abdomen, and the bulging mass in the lower abdomen flashed before Feng Yun like phantoms...

She cleared her throat, carefully put the books away, pulled down the curtain and lay down on the bed, pretending to sleep.

This chapter has a lot of words, 4000+. It can be counted as two chapters. Does it count as more?
Feng Yun: It doesn’t count. The addition was unsuccessful. Please add it again...

Erjin covered her face: I owe a chapter.

Feng Yun: I don’t want to pretend to sleep...

Chun Yuyan: She is sleepy, the author is going to let her fall asleep.

Feng Yun: ...You bitch, you are everywhere!