Peasant Woman’s Decreed Life as a Wife

  Chapter 1288 Treat

  When he finished speaking, the man had already walked in, and looked at Lu Sangqi, and his black eyes looked at him, the meaning could not be clearer.

  Lu Sangqi curled his lips and said nothing.

  Ye Muyu was a little disappointed, and brought up the old story again: "Ah Heng, Lu Sangqi said that I can use a little less ice basin."

  Lu Sangqi: "..." He didn't say it!

  But seeing Ye Muyu's irritable expression and her pregnancy, she didn't deny it.

"I brought a gift back, Ah Yu, would you like to try it?" Chu Heng didn't seem to be surprised at what she said, and clapped his hands after saying that, a young man came in carrying an object covered by a cloth at the door .

  Ye Muyu looked over curiously.

   According to Chu Heng's request, the boy put the object on a low mahogany carved stool beside Ye Muyu.

   After the things were put away, the two retreated in an orderly manner.

  Ye Muyu looked curiously and asked, "What is this?"

  Chu Heng didn't intend to whet her appetite, and directly lifted the cloth to reveal the wooden hand-operated fan inside.

  The fan is exquisitely made. Ye Muyu can see the carved patterns on it when he looks closely. After painting, it looks very beautiful.

  However, she cares more about the fan itself.

   "This...is this?" Ye Muyu stopped her surprise, subconsciously looked at Chu Heng and asked, did Da Chu invent the fan now?

   It wasn't that Ye Muyu was surprised, but that she was afraid of having fellow villagers.

  Chu Heng sat on one side, and lightly shook the handle, and a gust of wind came out from the fan, which was much stronger than the wind from a fan.

"This is a fan from the Northland." Chu Heng shook the fan, showing his strong arms, and explained the reason to her carefully: "It's hot there, and there has been this fan for a long time, but the capital was not like this in previous years." If it's hot, it won't help."

   This means that Ye Muyu thinks too much, there are no fellow countrymen, but there are definitely many smart ancients.

   "Is it cool?" Chu Heng stretched out his hand to straighten her long hair, and asked softly.

   Being served by him like this, even if the fan blows out hot air, it is much more comfortable. Ye Muyu's eyes are slightly curved, and a faint smile is drawn on the corner of his mouth: "Cool."

   "But it must be tiring to shake the hands."

"Not tired. If you're worried, you can hire someone to shake it and give you money alone. There are many poor people who are willing to do this job." Chu Heng had a discussing tone. He had already noticed that Ye Muyu didn't like it. Zhang Yang doesn't like to use servants, and even, in her heart, she respects servants very much.

  Although he noticed it, he didn't say much.

   "If there are people who meet this situation, please come back." Ye Muyu explained: "It's just that their identities must be clean."

   "I'll make arrangements."

  Chu Heng knew it in his heart, and he also understood that Ye Muyu's scruples, because he was worried that someone would let spies in, he didn't even dare to buy new servants.

  The two talked as if no one else was there.

  Evoked Lu Sangqi to interrupt the two of them: "That's enough, didn't you see that I'm here?"

  Chu Heng seemed to have never heard of it, and was concerned about her appetite again today.

  Ye Muyu was embarrassed to continue, and apologized to Lu Sangqi: "Sorry, we've got too far, are you busy today? If not, stay for lunch."

  Lu Sangqi didn't want to agree at first, but when he saw Chu Heng's eyes looking over from time to time, there was a little gloomy in his eyes, which made him feel better in an unhappy mood.

   Laughing very happily in front of Chu Heng.

  (end of this chapter)