Feng Qingzhuang knocked on the door for a while and asked politely
"Is anyone here?"
The private room was still silent. Feng Qingzhuang opened the door and walked in. There was no one inside.
It turned out that when she was walking to the private room on the right, Wu Jingyu's ghostly figure swayed when she heard the footsteps and had already slipped out of the window and blended into the crowd of people on the street.
"Master, there is no one in this private room," Yin Zheng said after glancing at the empty private room.
“It’s not that there’s no one around, it’s that people just left.”
Walking to the table, Feng Qingzhuang picked up the wine glass that Wu Jingyu was drinking from just now, put it to her nose and sniffed it gently. The aroma of the mellow wine was mixed with a hint of familiar taste. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, showing a hint of pleasure.
The dazzling smile overflows, like plum blossoms blooming, and the fragrance dyes snow fat
Then, she quickly walked to the window and searched for familiar figures on the street with her sharp eyes, but she was disappointed.
However, when she thought that he had been quietly by her side, she felt very good, and a smile as bright as the warm sun appeared on her face, and she said to Yin Zheng
"Let's go back next door and wait for Xiao Jinzi to come back."
After saying that, the two of them walked towards the private room next door and sat in the private room for a while, then Xiao Jinzi came back.
"Master, the matter has been explained. We will know the whereabouts of those black warriors by tomorrow."
"Well done, let's go back." Feng Qingzhuang smiled faintly, her face as beautiful as a spring flower in March, and seemed to have an extra hint of charm.
He picked up Xiao Jinzi and went downstairs with Yin Zheng. When he passed the restaurant counter, his dark eyes flashed with wisdom. He paused and looked at the restaurant manager indifferently. His voice was as calm as water and he asked deliberately
"Shopkeeper, how much does it cost?"
"You two girls, the guests in your private room have already paid for the meal in your private room." The shopkeeper raised his head and glanced at Feng Qingzhuang, a hint of surprise flashed through his shrewd eyes, and then he quickly lowered his head, the abacus in his hand crackling.
Liba lala, tell the truth
"Have you paid the bill? Is it the young man wearing black clothes and a handsome face who is sitting next to my private room?" Feng Qingzhuang pursed her lips and smiled softly, her voice was soft and gentle, but she was not as cold as usual.
The shopkeeper's words
"It turns out that the girl already knew this." The shopkeeper raised his head, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
After getting the answer she wanted, Feng Qingzhuang was even more sure that the person in the private room was Wu Jingyu. She smiled, nodded to the shopkeeper, then walked out of the restaurant with Yin Zheng, got on the carriage and went back to the post house.
The night falls, everything is quiet
The bright moon hangs in the sky, and the clear light pours down like silver mist, covering the entire post house.
In the room, candlelight flickers, emitting a soft light
Feng Yu and Feng Qingzhuang were sitting at the table. It was the first time for the two of them to be in the same room at night. Instead, they lost the natural way they usually get along. No one spoke, and the atmosphere was strangely dull.
When she thought of being in the same room with her beloved in this blurry night, Feng Yu couldn't help but feel like a deer, and her hands in her sleeves were clenched, feeling unspeakably nervous.
And Feng Qingzhuang lowered her head, frowning slightly, recalling what happened in the restaurant during the day, her mind had already drifted away.
"It's a cold winter night, Qingzhuang. Why don't you sleep on the bed instead of me sleeping on the soft couch?" Feng Yu hesitated for a moment and spoke first to break the dullness.
It's a pity that someone was so distracted that he only heard the voice in his ear. He didn't hear clearly what was said, so he subconsciously responded.
"Um"
Continue to sit at the table and think about things with your head slightly lowered.
Seeing Feng Qingzhuang agreeing, Feng Yu was slightly disappointed, but seemed to be relieved, and was extremely contradictory.
He quickly got up, came to the bedside, picked up a brocade quilt, and walked towards the soft couch, where he was busy spreading the quilt alone.
"Feng Yu, what are you doing?" Feng Qingzhuang finally raised her head belatedly, looked at Feng Yu for no apparent reason, and asked with her lips parted.
"It's late at night, so naturally I spread the quilt to sleep," Feng Yu replied, bending down and arranging the brocade quilt.
"Leave it alone, I don't want to sleep now. I'll do it myself when I want to sleep." Feng Qingzhuang's voice was as calm as water. For the first time, she felt that it was indescribably awkward to be alone with another man at night.
After hearing this, Feng Yu was stunned for a moment, and then she understood. Thinking about what he said just now, she didn't hear it at all. She shook her head and smiled. She stopped what she was doing, and her warm voice rippled in the room like a soft spring breeze.
"I'm tired. This is my bed for the night. You are a woman. You should sleep on the bed tonight."
"Didn't we agree in the afternoon that you would sleep on the bed and I would sleep on the couch? Your body has not fully recovered yet. If you catch a cold at night, it would be troublesome. It's better for you to sleep on the bed and leave the soft couch to me.
sleep"
Feng Qingzhuang insisted on her opinion, walked to the soft couch, took the brocade quilt from Feng Yu's hand and threw it on the couch. Then she raised her hand to push Feng Yu, and said threateningly while pushing.
"You are a patient. Now be obedient and sleep on the bed. Otherwise, I will sleep in Yin Zheng's room."
"But I am a man, how can I let the woman I love sleep on a soft couch on a cold winter night, but I can't enjoy the comfort and warmth of a high bed with soft pillows to myself?"
Feng Yu, who was pushed to the bedside by Feng Qingzhuang, had her own persistence in her beautiful and beautiful eyes as deep as the sea.
"Don't waste words, I have already decided. The bed is yours and the soft couch is mine."
Feng Qingzhuang raised her eyebrows coldly and pushed Feng Yu hard. At this moment, a strange scene happened.
Under Feng Qingzhuang's heavy push, Feng Yu fell towards the bed, but his hand kept holding Feng Qingzhuang's arm, and he had no time to let go.
Along the way, Feng Qingzhuang's feet became unsteady and she fell directly on Feng Yu's body.
Woman on top and man on bottom, very harmonious posture
Feng Qingzhuang raised her head slightly, her eyes widened, and she stared blankly at Feng Yu under her. She suddenly lost her reaction and was completely stunned.
Beneath him, Feng Yu's heart was beating like thunder. His fair and jade-like handsome face was instantly dyed with a faint blush and he looked at the person on his body. The faint scent of magnolia lingered on his nose, and his eyes gradually blurred and he was intoxicated by a strong desire in his body.
Going down like crazy
On the roof far away from Lu'e Courtyard, Wu Jingyu was lying on the roof like a night owl. With his excellent eyesight, he stared motionlessly at the main building of Lu'e Courtyard.
Under the light of the candlelight, the window paper made of clear paper just reflected the shadows of the two people lying on the bed.
Wu Jingyu was so angry that his chest seemed to be on fire. He punched down with his clenched fists, and a hole was punched out of the roof with his fist.
"Young Master, Miss Feng and Prince Feng have both fallen on the bed. Do you think something will happen to these two tonight?" Beside him, Mo Yin was also lying on the roof while Wu Jingyu blew the cold wind.
, he said without opening any pot.
"I believe that Zhuang'er will never betray me. That fox Feng Yu must have forced Zhuang'er." Wu Jingyu's eyes were filled with blazing anger, and then he turned to Mo Yin and shouted angrily.
"Crow Zui, why don't you get out of here quickly? Go make some noise and tell Feng Fox to get out of the house quickly."
Mo Yin rolled his eyes towards the sky and resigned himself to his fate.
Inside the room, Feng Yu's eyes were blurred on the bed, looking at Feng Qingzhuang's moist red lips, which were like ripe red cherries, attracting people to pick them.
He raised his head slightly, wanting to kiss Fangze
Looking at the handsome face that gradually enlarged in front of her, with the deep sea-like pupils firmly adsorbing her soul, Feng Qingzhuang's mind went blank, and she completely forgot what the reaction was and why it was like this?
Feng Yu's heart beat violently, almost wanting to jump out of his chest
His handsome eyes were as warm as jade, hazy, and the other party's hot and fragrant air sprayed on his face, tickling and crisping, and his heart beat faster and faster.
As she continued to raise her head, she could almost imagine how sweet those soft and moist red lips were in front of her lips.
The distance between the four lips was 0.1 millimeter. At this moment, chaotic and anxious shouts suddenly sounded in the post house.
"The water is leaking, the water is leaking, everyone come and put out the fire"
Suddenly startled, Feng Qingzhuang finally returned to normal. She straightened up and bounced away from Feng Yu. Her face was on fire and she smiled awkwardly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to jump on you just now."
After explaining, Feng Qingzhuang immediately ran to the door, opened the door and fled into the courtyard. The cold night wind mixed with the fragrance blew in. The heat on her face subsided, and she felt annoyed in her heart.
Afterwards, Feng Yu straightened his robes, with a hint of disappointment hidden in his eyes. He walked out of the room, glanced at the beautiful figure standing under the plum tree, then turned around and walked quickly towards the watery yard.
On the roof in the distance, he saw Feng Qingzhuang running out of the room. Wu Jingyu raised his evil eyebrows slightly, breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Mo Yin who returned to the roof, and praised him.
"Mo Yin, if you do a good job this time, after I marry Zhuger, I will definitely get you a good wife who is as beautiful as a flower, gentle, considerate and considerate."
After Mo Yin heard this, his ears went in and out, thinking that his young master farted.
It was a bone-chilling winter night. Feng Qingzhuang stood under the plum tree for a while, then returned to the house. She rolled up her brocade quilt and lay on the soft couch, looking at the roof with bored eyes, just like that.
fell asleep
After Feng Yu finished dealing with the water leakage issue, he returned to the house. Feng Qingzhuang had already fallen asleep on the soft couch.
"You really don't trust me that much. You would rather sleep on a soft couch than lie on a bed."
With a sigh, Feng Yu bent down and carried Feng Qingzhuang to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes as gentle as water, staring at her sleeping face for a long time, and stroking her delicate face with his slender jade-like fingers.
There is a hint of charm in her face, gently depicting her distant mountain-like dark eyebrows, narrow phoenix eyes, and moist red lips...
His handsome eyes were stained with a trace of sadness, and he murmured in his mouth