His handwriting has always been very heavy, but now when looking at the new handwriting, it actually seems a bit elegant.
Cheng Feng, he has changed his style
Soon, Cheng Feng came back and paused for a moment when he saw Yan'er at the stall.
Yan'er rarely goes out because she always has to take care of her children, but when her children get older, her time will be more free.
Yan'er raised her eyes and saw Cheng Feng's face flushed. Although it was very shallow, Yan'er's heart skipped a beat and her face sank slightly.
"Husband, where were you just now?"
Yan'er still stood up and asked with a smile
"Hey, stop talking and go to the toilet, but there are too many people and I have to wait for a long time...it makes me very tired..."
Cheng Feng laughed, Yan'er nodded, said a few words, then sat aside and started embroidering flowers.
In the past at Yue Qian Palace, she would always accept tasks, but now she no longer accepts them. When Yan'er has time, she takes on some embroidery skills to earn some living expenses.
It's just that her heart has been blocked
The blush on Cheng Feng's face and neck was superficial, but at first glance, it was not that he was suppressing it because he couldn't go to the toilet.
That's the blush of love between a man and a woman
Could it be...that he has a woman?
In Yue Qian Palace, most men only marry one wife
In the outside world, it is normal to have three wives and four concubines.
But Yan'er always believed that Cheng Feng would always love her. Back then, he risked his life to kidnap her out of the palace and imprison her as a love slave. How could it be just ordinary love?
How could it be the kind of love that passes so easily?
But how to explain that thin red color?
Yan'er was so distraught that she pierced her hands many times during the embroidery process.
And Cheng Feng kept lowering his head to write, and what he wrote were love poems one after another.
I didn’t hear Yan’er’s scream at all because of being stabbed.
Yan'er's heart dropped sharply
At night, Yan'er secretly found Zhou Fu and said, "Zhou Fu, during this period, does the young master often go to the toilet at that time?"
It was Youshi, the time of night
Mr. Zhou nodded, "That's true, but...there are other times when the young master often goes to the toilet."
Mr. Zhou's eyes were a little uneasy, "Madam... I don't know if I should tell you something?"
Zhou Fu was an eighteen-year-old boy. His family was extremely poor, so he was sold here as a servant.