Nagato has such a slim waist

The days are getting colder and colder.

The briquettes workshop has increased processing and hired many new craftsmen, and many new molds have been cast in the farm tools workshop.

Feng Yun wants to produce as many briquettes as possible before the cold weather arrives...

And the batch of genuine goods that had been "leaked" from the briquettes workshop, through Chun Yuyan's hands, had been continuously sent to Yunchuan, Nanqi, and of course, to various counties in the Xijing Dynasty.

The coal-making capabilities of the briquette workshop are unknown to outsiders, but the cooperative relationship between Chun Yuyan and Feng Yun is no longer a secret.

It’s not surprising that Chun Yuyan has the goods.

No one suspected this.

Chun Yuyan quietly made a fortune from it, and even fell in love with Feng Twelve to the extreme...

"Such a clever plan would never have been thought of without a vicious heart... Feng Twelve, you are really a strange person."

When Chun Yuyan came to the door, Feng Yun had just returned home from Andu City and was sitting in the study recovering from his foot injury.

These days, she drags her sore foot to help Ao Qi arrange his marriage and runs around, causing the ankle to have not fully healed to this day.

After a day out, her body was extremely sore. She took off her shoes and put on her socks and sat on the hot kang in the study. Just as she was about to take a rest, she was ridiculed by this guy, and she didn't fight back angrily.

"Praise someone or harm someone? If you can't speak, then sew your mouth shut."

"..." Chun Yuyan pursed his lips and looked at her, as if his upper and lower lips were really sewn together.

Feng Yun snorted, "If they weren't vicious, they wouldn't have fallen into the trap. My trap is only for people who want to frame me. If I am really vicious, the prince's name will be erased from the book of life and death..."

Chun Yuyan: "You're such a small talker, but you can't hear what you're talking about? Are you praising you... Hey, I said Feng Twelve, how can you and I be so capable? You yell and scream at every turn. Where's your dignity? Where's Xian Shu? Where's Wen Ya and Geng Qing? Let Pei Ran see you all, right?"

Feng Yun replied unceremoniously, "Of course, he is my husband, why should I be polite to you? You are always like a dog biting Lu Dongbin, and you don't know a good heart."

Chunyu Yan's teeth were so sore that his mouth felt bitter even when he swallowed his saliva.

"You have to poke me to feel comfortable?"

Feng Yun looked coldly, "You asked for it. It's not like I didn't let the prince make money, and he came here to scold me. Please open your mind and think about it carefully. Have I ever made you suffer a loss since the beginning of the partnership?"

This is not the case...

No.

some.

He suffered a lot from being depressed.

Chunyu Yan groaned dissatisfied.

"Who told you to owe me? Who gave me what I have today?"

Feng Yun rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Your Majesty, please come back if you have nothing to do. I'm tired and want to take a rest."

Chun Yuyan glanced at the insteps of his feet that were covered with skirts, and the corners of his mouth curled up inadvertently.

"This kang is very warm. I want to come up and lie down. Is that possible?"

Feng Yun wished he could kick him to death.

"roll!"

Chun Yuyan pursed his lips and placed his fingers on the mask. There seemed to be a sparkling water in his eyes, "Don't you want to look at me? Feng Twelve, how long have we not seen each other? I mean... don't use the mask. kind."

Are you here to seduce her again?
Feng Yun smiled: "My steadfastness was all developed by the prince. I don't want to! Sorry, I won't send you far away."

Chun Yuyan didn't make a sound, and looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes.

After a long while, he said vaguely, "I'm hungry after being out for so long."

"What?" Feng Yun didn't hear.

"Feng Twelve, I'm jealous of you."

His voice was raspy, and he clearly had not drank, but it was muted as if he was tipsy. His red lips were gently curled, and his starry eyes were shining, showing an indescribable charm.

Tsk tsk.

Feng Yun really admired his determination.

"You should be lucky that my foot is injured. Otherwise, you will definitely be kicked to death by me today."

Chun Yuyan didn't take it seriously, smiled faintly, and stood up silently.

"I just came to see you. When an adulterer comes back from a long trip, he should come and report it."

Before he left, he left behind a ledger.

Feng Yun was too worried and tired these days, and didn't want to see anything related to numbers. He just put it away in the drawer of the wooden desk without looking through it immediately.

For so long, there has never been a single mistake in the accounting transactions between her and Chun Yuyan.

Chun Yuyan and she were surprisingly serious about making money.

Can't go wrong.

Feng Yun lay down, closed his eyes and thought for a moment,

Leng Buding opened his eyes again and looked at the door that had been closed for a long time.

She remembered that Chun Yuyan left for Yunchuan.

No, the word "hui" should be used.

When he returns to Yunchuan, he will definitely return to the palace, and then he will see his father and his younger brother, and see them loving each other and living in harmony...

As the heir to the throne, who has been wandering around for many years, how much do you really like him, and how much do you have to do it?

Feng Yun sighed.

She should have listened to what Chun Yuyan had to say just now. Maybe he has something to worry about.

Although they fight each other when they meet and don't have many nice words to say, they are surprisingly similar in some things. So they can speak freely in derogatory and reviled words...
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Pei Madang didn't leave his house until dark.

The two of them talked for a while as usual, then each held a book and immersed themselves in their own world.

Feng Yun likes reading too much.

When reading, be extremely focused.

So much so that she didn't notice at all that Pei Madang's eyes did not fall on the book, but on her body. His eyes were dark, full of emotions that she couldn't see through...

She became a busy person.

When he got busy, he seemed even busier than Pei Madang.

This is of course very different from her previous life...

But what does it matter?

No one would know that she had gone through so much hardship.

What the world knows is that Feng Yun is now ruthless and scheming, not the Feng daughter who had to endure hardships and still die...

She felt at ease and not distracted at all.

Until Pei Ran coughed lightly.

The silence was broken, Feng Yun turned around and asked, "Is there something wrong, Your Majesty?"

Pei Ran said: "My eldest sister has arrived in Wanning with my father. We will arrive in Andu tomorrow."

Feng Yun put the book on his lap, sat over, looked at him head on and asked, "Prime Minister Ao didn't come with you?"

Pei Ran was silent for a moment, "They are not the same."

Feng Yun said oh, understanding.

Pei Yuan is actually still angry with Ao Zheng.

Being uncompromising for so long earned her some respect.

She smiled and said, "Then what are you planning to do?"

Pei Madang looked at her steadily, a faint coldness flashing in his black eyes.

These matters should have been handled by the mistress of the family.

Feng Yun obviously did not have this awareness, let alone the mood.

Pei Madang said: "The chief historian is responsible."

Feng Yun raised his eyebrows and said, "Without the imperial edict, Chang Shi cannot perform his duties."

Pei Ran looked at her deeply and said, "The decree will be later."

Don't look at it. The chief history of the palace is equivalent to a housekeeper, but he is in charge of the king's family, so it cannot be simple. From the rank of fourth grade, he is in charge of the staff in the government, inherits government orders from above, and controls government affairs from below...

Moreover, it must be ordered by the emperor himself.

Although this matter is Pei Man's decision, no one will oppose him for such a position, but the regulations and steps that should be in place must not be missing.

Seeing her silence, Pei Madang felt moved in his heart.

"If Yun Niang is in a hurry, I'll hurry you up."

"There's no rush." ​​Feng Yun looked up at her and smiled, "I was just thinking about what Chang Shi should do to convince the public. How to set rules for the non-existent mansion."

Pei Ran was funny, "What you say is the rule."

Feng Yun raised his eyebrows and said jokingly: "Does it also apply to the king?"

Pei Ran hummed softly, pulled her, took the book away from her hand, "Go to sleep."

Feng Yun's original intention was to obey, but he had been pouting for a long time, his body was numb, and he was defenseless, and he fell limply between his legs...

Pei Ran groaned.

When she raised her head again, what she saw was a pair of dark and profound handsome eyes, which seemed to be sweeping towards her overwhelmingly with a wave of forbearance...

Feng Yun subconsciously wanted to grab something in order to sit up straight, but unexpectedly his palms became hot...

The strange yet familiar feelings made her heart beat faster and her ears suddenly felt warm...

When Pei Ran saw it, he raised his hand and pinched her earlobe, rubbing it slowly and carefully, "Why is she so delicate?"

When going to bed at night, Feng Yun is used to wearing light clothes no matter how cold the weather is. The newly built hot kang built last year greatly satisfied her need to be afraid of the cold at this time of year, but Pei Madang was intolerant of heat, so she leaned on her body, her body and his tightly attached to each other, like a furnace, and it was so torturous.

"Changshi-kun, is it okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Feng Yun's body was almost pierced by the heat he had spent. His eyelashes trembled slightly and he asked him.

"Does Changshi also want to take care of the king's affairs?"

"It doesn't matter." Pei Man leaned down, his lips touched her nose, and he pecked her gently. His palm smoothed away the black hair hanging on her cheek, and he covered it with his whole body. His voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "I don't care about anything. ”

Feng Yun saw the slide of his Adam's apple. Clearly.

She has a beautiful but slender figure, which is in great contrast to Pei Madang's tallness.

It was ferocious and powerful, like a sharp blade, making her tremble slightly.

"What should I do if I can't manage it well?"

"Then you have to be punished."

Heat spread and ran up his spine. Feng Yun was a little afraid of the giant dragon awakening in the darkness, and subconsciously wanted to retreat. Pei Man held her lower back, bit her lips lightly, watched her move, and then slowly guided her, sinking with him. Secular, face each other's most honest communication... (End of this chapter)