Nagato has a thin waist

The days are getting colder day by day.

The briquettes workshop has increased processing and hired many new craftsmen, and many new molds have been cast in the farm tools workshop.

Feng Yun wants to produce as many briquettes as possible before the cold weather arrives...

And the batch of genuine goods that had been "leaked" from the briquettes workshop, through Chun Yuyan's hands, had been continuously sent to Yunchuan, Nanqi, and of course, to various counties in the Xijing Dynasty.

The coal-making capabilities of the briquette workshop are unknown to outsiders, but the cooperative relationship between Chun Yuyan and Feng Yun is no longer a secret.

It’s not surprising that Chun Yuyan has the goods.

No one suspected this.

Chun Yuyan quietly made a fortune from it, and even fell in love with Feng Twelve to the extreme...

"Such a clever plan would never have been thought of without a vicious heart... Feng Twelve, you are really a strange person."

When Chun Yuyan came to the door, Feng Yun had just returned home from Andu City and was sitting in the study recovering from his foot injury.

These days, she drags her sore foot to help Ao Qi arrange his marriage and runs around, causing the ankle to have not fully healed to this day.

After a day out, her body was extremely sore. She took off her shoes and put on her socks and sat on the hot kang in the study. Just as she was about to take a rest, she was ridiculed by this guy, and she didn't fight back angrily.

"Praise someone or harm someone? If you can't speak, then sew your mouth shut."

"..." Chun Yuyan pursed his lips and looked at her, as if his upper and lower lips were really sewn together.

Feng Yun snorted, "If they weren't vicious, they wouldn't have fallen into the trap. My trap is only for people who want to frame me. If I am really vicious, the prince's name will be erased from the book of life and death..."

Chun Yuyan: "You're such a small talker, but you can't hear what you're talking about? Are you praising you... Hey, I said Feng Twelve, how can you and I be so capable? You yell and scream at every turn. Where's your dignity? Where's Xian Shu? Where's Wen Ya and Geng Qing? Pei Ran can see it all alone, right?"

Feng Yun replied unceremoniously, "Of course, he is my husband, why should I be polite to you? You are always like a dog biting Lu Dongbin, and you don't know a good heart."

Chunyu Yan's teeth were so sore that his mouth felt bitter even when he swallowed his saliva.

"You have to poke me to feel comfortable?"

Feng Yun looked coldly and said, "You asked for it. It's not like I didn't let the prince make money, and he came here to scold me. Think about it carefully. Since the beginning of the partnership, have I ever caused you to suffer losses?"

This is not the case...

No.

some.

He suffered a lot from being depressed.

Chunyu Yan groaned dissatisfied.

"Who told you to owe me? Who gave me what I have today?"

Feng Yun rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Your Majesty, please come back if you have nothing to do. I'm tired and want to take a rest."

Chun Yuyan glanced at the insteps of his feet that were covered with skirts, and the corners of his mouth curled up inadvertently.

"This kang is very warm. I want to come up and lie down. Is that possible?"

Feng Yun wished he could kick him to death.

"roll!"

Chun Yuyan pursed his lips and placed his fingers on the mask. There seemed to be a sparkling water in his eyes, "Don't you want to look at me? Feng Twelve, how long have we not seen each other? I mean... don't use the mask. kind."

Are you here to seduce her again?

Feng Yun smiled: "My steadfastness was all developed by the prince. I don't want to! Sorry, I won't send you far away."

Chun Yuyan didn't make a sound, and looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes.

After a long while, he said vaguely, "I'm so hungry after being out for so long."

"What?" Feng Yun didn't hear.

"Feng Twelve, I'm jealous of you."

His voice was gravelly, and he clearly had not drank, but it was muted as if he was tipsy. His red lips were gently curled, and his starry eyes were shining with an indescribable charm.

Tsk tsk.

Feng Yun really admired his determination.

"You should be lucky that my foot is injured. Otherwise, you will definitely be kicked to death by me today."

Chun Yuyan didn't take it seriously, smiled faintly, and stood up silently.

"I just came to see you. When an adulterer comes back from a long trip, he should come and report it."

Before he left, he left behind a ledger.

Feng Yun was too worried and tired these days, and didn't want to see anything related to numbers. He just put it away in the drawer of the wooden desk without looking through it immediately.

For so long, there has never been a single mistake in the accounting transactions between her and Chun Yuyan.

Chun Yuyan and she were surprisingly serious about making money.

Can't be wrong.

Feng Yun lay down, closed his eyes and thought for a moment,

Leng Buding opened his eyes again and looked at the door that had been closed for a long time.

She remembered that Chun Yuyan left for Yunchuan.

No, the word "hui" should be used.

When he returns to Yunchuan, he will definitely return to the palace, and then he will see his father and his younger brother, and see them loving each other and living in harmony...

As the heir to the throne, who has been wandering around for many years, how much do you really like him, and how much do you have to do it?

Feng Yun sighed.

She should have listened to what Chun Yuyan had to say just now.

Maybe he has something to worry about.

Although they fight each other when they meet and don't have many nice words to say, they are surprisingly similar in some things. So they can speak freely in derogatory and reviled words...

-

Pei Madang didn't leave his house until dark.

The two of them talked for a while as usual, then each held a book and immersed themselves in their own world.

Feng Yun likes reading too much.

When reading, be extremely focused.

So much so that she didn't realize that Pei Madang's eyes did not fall on the book, but on her body. His eyes were dark, full of emotions that she couldn't see through...

She became a busy person.

When he got busy, he seemed even busier than Pei Madang.

This is of course very different from her life in her previous life...

But what does it matter?

No one will know that she has experienced so much.

What the world knows is only the ruthless and scheming Feng Yun, not the Feng family girl who compromised but still died a miserable death...

She felt at ease and was not distracted at all.

Until Pei Zhuo coughed lightly.

The silence was broken, and Feng Yun turned her head and looked, "Is there something wrong with the king?"

Pei Zhuo said, "My elder sister has brought my father to Wanning. They will arrive in Andu tomorrow."

Feng Yun put the book on her lap, sat over, looked at him and asked, "Isn't Prime Minister Ao coming with you?"

Pei Zhuo was silent for a while, "They are not traveling together."

Feng Yun said, "Oh, I understand.

Pei Yuan is still angry with Ao Zheng.

She has not compromised for so long, which makes her respect him a little.

She smiled, "What is the king going to do?"

Pei Zhuo looked at her steadily, and a hint of coldness flashed across his black eyes.

These things should have been handled by the mistress of the house.

Feng Yun obviously had no such awareness, let alone such mood.

Pei Jue said: "The chief secretary is responsible."

Feng Yun raised her eyebrows, "Without the imperial edict, the chief secretary cannot perform his duties."

Pei Jue looked at her deeply, "The imperial edict will be delayed."

Although the chief secretary of the palace is equivalent to a housekeeper, he is in charge of the king's house, so it can't be simple. From the rank of the fourth rank, he is in charge of the officials in the palace, accepts the government orders, and manages the affairs of the palace...

Moreover, the emperor must issue an imperial edict in person.

Although Pei Jue has the final say in this matter, no one will oppose him for such a position, but there must be no missing rules and steps.

Pei Jue saw her silent, and his heart moved.

"If Yunniang is anxious, I'll urge her."

"No hurry." Feng Yun looked up at her and smiled, "I was just thinking about what the chief secretary should do to convince the people. How can he set rules for the non-existent mansion?"

Pei Jue laughed, "What you say is the rule."

Feng Yun raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "Does it apply to the king as well?"

Pei Jue hummed lightly, pulled her, took the book away from her, and said, "Go to sleep."

Feng Yun originally wanted to obey, but she had been squatting for a long time, her body was numb, and she was not prepared, so she fell limply between his legs...

Pei Jue groaned.

When she looked up again, she was met with a pair of dark and deep handsome eyes, as if carrying a forbearing tide, sweeping over her...

Feng Yun subconsciously wanted to grab something to sit up straight, but unexpectedly, her palms were burning hot...

The strange and familiar feelings made her heart beat faster, and her ears suddenly became hot...

Pei Jue saw it, raised his hand to pinch her earlobe, and rubbed it slowly and carefully, "Why are you so delicate?"

When sleeping at night, Feng Yun was used to wearing light clothes no matter how cold it was. The new heated kang built last year greatly satisfied her fear of cold at this time of year, but Pei Jue was not heat-resistant, so she leaned on him, her body tightly pressed against him, like a stove, like torture.

"Changshi Jun, is it okay?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

Feng Yun's body was almost pierced by the heat from him, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she asked him back.

"Does the Chief Clerk also have to take care of the king's affairs in the bedroom?"

"Take care of it." Pei Jue leaned over, his lips touched her nose, pecked her lightly, and smoothed her black hair that fell on her cheeks with his palm. He pressed his whole body on her, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out from his throat, "Take care of everything."

Feng Yun saw the movement of his Adam's apple. Clearly.

She had a beautiful but slender figure, which was in great contrast to Pei Jue's height.

The ferocious and fierce look, like a sharp blade, made her tremble slightly.

"What if I can't take care of it?"

"Then I will be punished."

The heat spread and rushed up along her spine. Feng Yun was a little afraid of the giant dragon awakening in the darkness, and subconsciously wanted to retreat. Pei Jue pressed her lower back, bit her lips lightly, watched her get emotional, and then slowly guided her to sink into the secular world with him, facing each other's most honest communication... (End of this chapter)