The sun came in from the eastward window. The brocade birds outside the window were crying on the branches. They were still wearing a collared gauze shirt, holding the broken braids in their hands, and a pair of croaker-headed embroidered shoes were hanging on their jade feet, and they were sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

The girl Xuexue brought in a basin of water and asked Zhe Yiran to wash, but saw Zhe Yiran was so stunned, and she couldn't help but reminded: "It's getting winter gradually. The lady is wearing such thin clothes and is carefully frozen."

Zhe Yiran spread his palms and smiled: "Where are people who have been practicing martial arts since childhood who are sick like this?"

As he said this, Zhe Yiran couldn't help but feel a little worried that Fang Zhongyong would be hurt by Feng at night, and he didn't know what happened to him. After thinking about it, he sat in front of the diamond glasses and asked Xuexue to comb her hair.

After tidying up a little, Zhe still went straight to Fang's mansion and went to visit Fang Zhongyong.

Of course, Fang Niang, who was enthusiastic and used her eyes that day to look at Jian Jiao, looked at her greedily and greeted her enthusiastically, was naturally the first master she met.

When Fang Niang took Zhe Yiran to the backyard, Zhe Yiran had already seen Fang Zhongyong who was wrapped tightly, and the servants who were pulling duck hair everywhere.

Zhe Ranran saw that Fang Zhongyong was fine, so he felt relieved. He went into Fang Zhongyong's room with Fang Zhongyong. The maid brought some sugar cakes, pastry and fruits and prepared papaya wine. The two of them sat in the same place and roasted the fire and started chatting.

"Why is it winter? I remember how to pull duck hair? The duck is cold and I can't raise meat." Zhe Yiran looked at Fang Zhongyong strangely.

"It's nothing, I want to make a bed and quilt. Unfortunately, there are too few ducks. It seems that I have to go to the suburbs to buy fast land to facilitate my parents' farming, raising ducks, raising chickens, etc." Fang Zhongyong was muffled and when his throat was uncomfortable, the Adam's apple was shrouded, which was particularly interesting.

Zhe Yiran looked at the Adam's apple and couldn't help it. He put his fingers on it. As Fang Zhongyong's body temperature and the beating of the Adam's apple as he swallowed his saliva, it rose and fell.

Fang Zhongyong is in his passionate youth, and his sweetheart is right in front of him. Isn’t this awesome thing just a few moves, and he’s so excited?

So, by the way, Fang Zhongyong held Zhe Yiran's hand, which was playing with his Adam's apple, and tightly pulled Zhe Yiran's hand on his chest with both hands, and then casually found a reason: "Your hands are so cold, I'll help you warm-up-"

Zhe Yiran looked at Fang Zhongyong with a strange look, and then touched Fang Zhongyong's forehead with the other hand, and said mischievously: "You are a little hot, why are my hands cold? Is it clear that you are colder?"

Fang Zhongyong suddenly realized that Zhe Yiran's jade hands were really warmer and softer than his.

Alas, I don’t have enough experience in flirting with girls, and it’s a bit embarrassing to force them. Fortunately, the girl didn’t mind.

"Or, you go to bed and lie down, I'll talk to you there." Zhe Yiran expressed his concern for Fang Zhongyong's body.

Fang Zhongyong followed the good deeds as if he had flown. As soon as his cloak faded, he climbed onto the bed.

But they still grabbed Zhe Yiran's hands and pulled Zhe Yiran to his side and sat down. Then the two of them began to talk about the case that day.

Smelling the faint female body fragrance on Zhe Yiran's body, she touched her soft skin from time to time. Fang Zhongyong fantasized that he leaned his head against Zhe Yiran's soft breasts. The cute and cute Jia Baoyu acted like a mother-in-law, like Lin Daiyu: "I want to sleep with you-"

However, it was just a fantasy. After pulling the small hand, the discussion on the case became more and more serious...

"Maybe next, I have to visit Lord Shen Kuo and Shen's mansion, and make a decision with Lord Wen Yan, Bowen. As for the Runan Prince's Mansion, I'd better ignore him for now." Fang Zhongyong and Zhe still finished talking about the situation and began to talk about their plans.

"I don't have anything important to do here. Speaking of which, there is a private matter that has not been explained yet." Zhe Yiran thought about it, walked to the table, took the two cups of papaya wine, handed Fang Zhongyong a cup, and picked up another cup to drink by himself.

"Private affairs?" Fang Zhongyong immediately became nervous, thinking that it was not that General Zhe wanted to get married to Zhe Yiran, but his heart was rumbling, but he tried to calm down and said, "What private affairs are you?"

"It's nothing, it's Yue'e and Chen Guanren. Let me bring a message." Zhe Yiran said it very simply.

Fang Zhongyong's heart was relieved at once, so he continued to ask: "What's wrong with Miss Liu and Guanren Chen?"

"Nothing happened, nothing happened in the future." Zhe Yiran replied a little sadly.

Fang Zhongyong immediately understood what she meant from her expression: "Is Miss Liu determined? I wonder what Chen Guanren meant?"

"Official Chen is a dull person. He is dissatisfied, so he fights coldly, goes out to praise Xiaojiao, and wanders around; Yue'e is a straight temper. If she is dissatisfied, she will directly solve the problem. After a long time, everyone may be tired. If they can get along well, it would be fine." A faint compassionate temperament floated gently on Zhe Yiran's face.

After leaving in the afternoon, Fang Niang came with the large sheepskin bag quilt that had been sewn and washed. Fang Zhongyong shook the quilt and began to rinse the duck down inside. He used a small manual blowing device to rush the duck down into it like a snowy tick, forming an air isolation layer, and then sewed the sheepskin bag quilt.

Part of the air that rushed in would gradually run out, but part of it would be locked in the loose and dense gap of duck down, which would play a special warmth. Finally, Fang Zhongyong used a brocade quilt to put the sheepskin duck down quilt in, and then patted it and handed it to Fang Niang:

"Mom, try this to see if it's warm at night. This is a duck down quilt."

...

The day Fang Zhongyong went to Wenyanbo's mansion was during the winter solstice, and there was a slight rain in the sky.

When we arrived at Wen Yanbo's mansion, everyone said some unrelated words first. Fang Zhongyong saw that it was getting late, so he decided to just talk about the matter simply and neatly.

So he gently put the tip of Yilanhua that day on the table, and pushed it to Wen Yanbo with a little force.

Wen Yanbo was a little surprised, but he raised his hand to take the treasure. When he took it apart, the old housekeeper next to him suddenly knocked off the treasure in Wen Yanbo's hand.

This behavior was very rude, but even more rude was that the old butler knelt down directly, and the servants also knelt down with the old butler, feeling that the situation was serious and not suitable for being present. The well-trained person left the door and closed the door.

Fang Zhongyong sighed and waited for the old housekeeper to explain all this himself.

But the old housekeeper didn't say a word and just knelt quietly. Wen Yanbo understood something, his face turned blue and purple, and his expression changed.

This is a time to test who is more calm and has been a human being for two lives. For Fang Zhongyong, this kind of scene is still a bit like a little.

However, the master and servant in front of him were both qualified. The three of them looked at each other and were silent for a while, but none of them spoke first.
Chapter completed!