Nagato has such a slim waist

Every time Feng Yun returns to Huaxi, he will definitely receive the highest courtesy.

This time it happened that the Beiyong Army won the battle, even more so.

Awan took a day off from the stall and took two of his shop assistants, as well as a few women in the kitchen, to kill chickens and geese to cleanse Feng Yun.

"My wife is on the battlefield this time. Aren't you afraid of death after seeing such bloody things? You can't just calm down."

Zhuang Rong, Wen Hui, Guan Wei and other concubines also responded one after another, each with their own unique moves.

This formation was no less powerful than the concubines who greeted their husband.

Feng Yun was happy to see the success, and he couldn't help but feel a little secretly happy——

This was originally a blessing that Pei Gou should enjoy.

She enjoyed it for him.

What an unlucky man.
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There was laughter and laughter in the yard.

Ao Qi was drinking tea in the living room, waiting absentmindedly for Ao Zai.

They said Ao Zai had been away from Zhuangzi for several days, which made Ao Qi very uneasy.

Did the cub not have enough to eat?

Only then did he go hunting in the mountains.

It's winter, and the prey are also hibernating. What can the turtles catch?
I haven’t come back for a few days. Maybe I haven’t hunted anything or I’m injured...

The cub likes to eat fish, but it can't hunt it on its own.

Ao Qi was thinking about it, and he was actually a little eager to try it. He wanted to catch a few fish in the winter water...

How happy will Ao Zai be when he sees it?

Ao Qi wants to do something...

You must do something to fill the emptiness in your heart.

Feeling itchy in his heart, he stood up reluctantly.

Amir came from outside and stopped him with his hand.

"Where are you going?"

Ao Qi hesitated and said, "Fishing."

It was freezing cold, and he had no idea that after hearing this, Amir not only did not retreat, but his face was filled with joy and his eyes were starry, as if he had heard some great good news.

"I want to go. Take me there!"

Ao Qi: "..."

He does not want Amir to accompany him.

But when you get married, you have many unavoidable circumstances.

Ao Qi does not have that kind of impulse or love for Amir, but she has done nothing wrong. She is his wife who is married to a matchmaker, and Ao Qi cannot but give her the respect she deserves...

What's more, he felt guilty...

"Let's go."

Ao Qi asked Ah Lou for a fishing rod, net, and bamboo basket, and made fish food with his own hands.

He went out silently, followed by the big yellow dog in the village and his son, the little yellow dog. The dog shook its head and tail, Amir danced, and the atmosphere looked very happy...

"General Ao and the young lady have a really good relationship, and they are harmonious."

"The young lady is really good-natured. She gets along well with everyone and is well-behaved. There is no reason why General Ao shouldn't like her."

"Looking at her earlobes... she is a lucky person."

"Some people are born to enjoy happiness."

If there are too many women, it is inevitable that the parents will be short-lived.

Then, a woman like Awan, who was usually well-behaved, easy to talk to, and had no husband, became the object of everyone's joking.

In the past, Huaxi did not have so many beautiful young men, but now it is different. On weekdays, tourists come and go. Not only are there many shops and shops, but also restaurants and inns have been built...

When there are more people, there will be more provocative men.

Everyone stared at Awan.

"Awan didn't meet anyone you liked at the dock?"

Awan was also generous, and he glanced at everyone once he raised his eyes.

"No, no. Aren't we waiting for you? There are so many people, but they can't find a suitable husband for me, leaving me alone."

Everyone laughed.

"Awan's mouth is getting more and more cunning. If she's not married, is it up to us?"

Awan also laughed.

"Just don't hold me captive. Ying Ji is three years older than me, and she's not married yet. When will it be my turn..."

Ying Rong smiled, but she didn't expect the fire to fall on her feet. When she heard the sound, she couldn't help but get angry and glared at her.

"Little hooves, don't bother me. I run a garment shop and am my own boss. Not to mention how happy I am, why do I need a living father to wait on me?"

Awan pursed his lips and snickered, "Sisters, did you hear that? What Ying Ji thinks is what I want. If I can marry a son like General Ao or General Wen, that's it. What if there are many ugly men in the house? Beautiful living father, oh, please spare me, I would rather serve my wife for the rest of my life..."

The crowd roared with laughter.

Some words are unpleasant but sincere.

The life they are living now is more comfortable than that of most married women. It doesn't matter what others say, just be comfortable.

What's more, having Nagato and Feng Yun behind them is their confidence. Even if you never get married, what's the problem?

As they talked, Wen Xingsu's marriage was mentioned again.

It is inevitable to have some envy.

People like Wen Xingsu are actually the ideal husbands in most women's hearts.

Although Pei Madang has a high and powerful position, not everyone can control his cold face and intimidating momentum.

After so many years, many concubines still dare not raise their heads to face him...

My heart is so frightened that I dare to have other thoughts?
Chun Yuyan was not married, and he didn’t even have a concubine by his side, but he was not the real object of his concubines’ hearts...

There is no other reason. Prince Yunchuan is too mysterious, too sinister, and too unpredictable.

What normal person wears a mask all day long?

Either ugly or ugly.

Therefore, people like Wen Xingsu and Ao Qi are so delicious.

A sunny and handsome person is like the rising sun, shining brightly. A person who is elegant and dignified, has the appearance of heaven and man, and has the demeanor of a gentleman.

Not only does he look tall and handsome, he is also gentle to others. If you're lucky, you'll get a smile that's so memorable that it can make anyone drunk... Who wouldn't like it?

But it's a pity that these two husbands are also married.

The concubines talked and laughed, and then sighed again.

"Or are we of low origin? How can the light of a firefly match the sun and the moon?"

"You can't say that. Da Man is now the beloved concubine of Southern Qi and is serving the emperor. Xiao Man also married Zuo Wei. How good Zuo Wei is. He is a man of literary and military skills. He is a celebrity around the king. As long as the king nods, he can do whatever he wants. No matter what official position you are promised, you are also a master. Wen Hui and Luo Yue also marry well..."

"It's hard to mention Luo Yue. There is a new wife in the Wei Mansion, and her life will probably not be easy."

"Why don't you go back to Huaxi and see how free we are..."

Feng Yun was writing invitations in his study.

Wen Xingsu didn't have time to arrange these chores, so she had to do it all.

After finishing writing, she stretched, opened the window and walked out, and saw a group of young ladies chattering in the yard, all in high spirits.

Only Jiang Yin remained silent.

Tu Lan and Tian Yi looked at each other from time to time, with somewhat gloomy expressions.

Feng Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.

These days, she doesn't care much about the concubine in Zhuangzi.

It seemed that a lot of things happened where she didn't notice.

Feng Yun smiled lightly and said to Xiao Man:

"Go and ask Ge Guang to come."

These invitations must be sent out today.

If the time is any later, it will be suspected of being an insincere treat.

Because Wen Xingsu's new house was built in Huaxi, many guests also wanted to visit "New Huaxi".

Therefore, the wedding ceremony was scheduled in Huaxi.

At first, the eldest princess was a little concerned.

In her opinion, her daughter is as precious as a pearl. Holding a wedding ceremony in Huaxi seems too simple, difficult to show honor, and not so good-looking...

Helpless, Puyang Yihun didn't care.

Not to mention that Huaxi is no longer a small and remote village, and Andu has become the capital of the Jin Dynasty. Even if Wen Xingshu really had nothing, she would still be willing to pay for it...

The eldest princess saw through it all and turned a blind eye. She nodded in approval of any wedding ceremony proposed by the eldest daughter without making any difficulties...

As soon as Ge Guang left with the wedding invitation, Puyang Zong came over.

"Regards Princess Jin An."

This Prince of Danyang County, whom Feng Yun had not seen for a while, came over and saluted solemnly. His brows were peaceful and there was no sharpness at all. He was completely different from when he first met him.

It seems that after learning to be a teacher in Huaxi Village and being tortured by those children, he really developed a good temper.

Feng Yun smiled slightly, returned the courtesy to him, and invited him into the living room, where he was served with tea.

"Is the prince in good health?"

Puyang smiled and raised his palm to look at it.

"Thanks to the princess for her righteousness, things are going well now."

"Is it still convenient?" Feng Yun asked him with concern as he reattached the finger.

Puyang moved his palms, "It's not as good as the original one, but I'm satisfied."

Feng Yun nodded, "Take care of it slowly. As time goes by, it will definitely become more flexible."

Puyang is right.

He added: "I came here today on the order of my mother. I would like to share the worries for my sister-in-law's wedding. My mother said that if there is any use for me, it will only be at the command of the princess."

It was obvious that Puyang Zong was very concerned about his sister's marriage.

But except for some wedding ceremonies, Feng Yun would ask for his opinion and would not let him worry about other chores.

Puyang is sorry.

Being in Huaxi and being blessed by his own sister, he felt that he had not done enough.

Feng Yun said: "We are all one family from now on, there is no need for the prince to be polite."

Puyang smiled and said a few polite words, then frowned as if something suddenly occurred to him.

"I have one more thing I want to explain to the princess."

Feng Yun smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if the prince says so."

Puyang Zong looked a little gloomy, "After my roommate gets married, I will go back to Beijing to celebrate the New Year, and then I won't come. I have to leave the lessons learned in the village to others..."

Feng Yun wasn't too surprised, but he was still surprised.

"Are you leaving now?"

Puyang nodded.

There was a faint gloom in his eyes.

"After my sister got married, my mother had no one to take care of me. As a son of a human being, I should be there to fulfill my filial piety. And..."

He hesitated for a moment, seeming a little embarrassed to speak.

"Next year I will join the court as an official and do my best for the Jin Dynasty. I will also live up to the great favor I received from the court since childhood..."

There are no poor families in the upper class, and there are no noble families in the lower class. The official selection system of the Jin Dynasty destined Puyang Zong to follow this path sooner or later.

What's more, how could the eldest princess allow her only son to teach in Huaxi all his life?
Feng Yun looked at Puyang Zong and said, "Congratulations to the prince."

After Huaxi’s experience, I think the eldest princess should be satisfied.

Today, Puyang is much more restrained and calm...

Returning to Xijing, upon entering the court, in addition to the eldest princess, there is also his father-in-law Ruan Pu. Even if he is unwilling, he is afraid that he will have to get involved in the game between the old and the new parties...

"I'm very sad to give it up," he said.

Feng Yun smiled and said, "The future is important."

Puyang opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something more.

But in the end, looking at the smile on Feng Yun's face, he sighed, slowly raised his sleeves, and saluted Feng Yun to say goodbye.

Holding a high position and wielding power, Puyang Zong himself will have to answer whether teaching and educating people would be more enjoyable with the three-foot podium in Huaxi. I am afraid it will take a few years. (End of chapter)