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Chapter 34

Dongchi Kingdom, Zhucheng, Xiangfu.

The maids in the garden haven't picked flowers for several days, and finally they can rub each other's waists.

"After watching the flowers for half a month, I should be tired of looking at them."

"No, she said she wouldn't get tired of it."

"Hey, but I haven't seen the young lady much."

"Never mind her, I'll be thankful if you don't ask me to pick petals."

The petals are usually only as big as the top of a thumb, and they have to be carefully picked up one by one in order not to get dirty, and they have to be colored for decoration.

They are not afraid of the maids, but the few in charge of the Prime Minister's mansion are always on tenterhooks.

"Little... Young Master."

When the caretaker saw the person coming out of his lady's boudoir, he changed the word "Miss" in a daze. The first time, he didn't recognize the person in the blue robe and scarf who was eaten by his lady. Big slap in the face, I dare not do it again this time.

"Well, take a good look at the theater." Feng Ge beat the folding fan in his hand, and greeted Nan Wu, who was dressed in a black robe behind him, and his silk hair was wrapped up with a scarf, and then he came out of the prime minister's mansion.

Several stewards covered their swollen faces from being taught in turn and were speechless.

Miss Feng Ge of the Xiangfu is famous for her beauty, and she is also famous for her willfulness, but I never thought that she would be so willful. In the past, being willful was just that she never gave up on her servants.

But Miss Fengge said that she would cut off the tongue of anyone who dares to publicize this matter and let his father ground her.

The stewards had no choice but to secretly pray that Miss Feng Ge would not poke something outside. If the Prime Minister found out, they might lose their minds and it would be difficult to do so.

"At that time, I said why the lady suddenly asked me to prepare men's clothes, and didn't let me talk to the big manager."

"You're stupid. If you don't give it to her, she can easily find it even if she goes out."

"Don't you dare not listen to her? Look at my face."

"That's right, Miss Feng Ge is really too, every time she uses her right hand to hit my left side, this, this..."

When she left the mansion for the first time, everything was new on the street, and it's not like she hasn't been out of the Prime Minister's mansion before. Xiaochan also took her to temple fairs, lantern festivals and the like before, but it was the first time to dress up like this.

Most of the ankle-length hair was rolled up, covered by the scarf, leaving half to the waist, and the head felt much lighter.

After leaving the prime minister's mansion, Nan Wu put on a square hat on his head to cover up the said scar on his face, and put his hand on his waist, where there is a sword today. .

"Actually, I still like to look at the scar on your face, because it's something that no one else has but you."

No answer.

After trotting two streets away from the Prime Minister's Mansion, Brother Feng boldly and confidently opened his folding fan and imitated the man's walk and swaggered.

Every step is twice as big as usual, and the hem of the blue shirt is messed up by her. Some girls from small families pass by, although they see that she is handsome, they still avoid her. It's always good Uneducated son.

Look at the gadgets on the street, think about the noodles from the previous restaurant, the roast chicken from the previous restaurant, and the beef from that restaurant today.

After eating and drinking, I walked around, and saw a group of gorgeously dressed young masters walking out of the city, so I followed the crowd.

"Hey, what are all these people doing?"

"Today there is a poetry banquet in Yinhu, and many young masters are present to join in the fun."

"But I saw that there were also many girls going there by car." Feng Ge put away his folding fan, and pointed to the various ox carts or horse-drawn carts crowded with each other on the road, which could barely move forward, with gauze curtains swinging lightly.

"Young master, I'm afraid that you are from Zhucheng. All the beauties and young masters are singing in the lake pavilion, and the purpose is to get a good reputation for private conversation."

Feng Ge nodded half-understanding, then glanced at Nan Wu: "Then I'll go and have a look."

The man was only dressed in plain gray linen clothes, although his family background seemed to be ordinary, but his face was very neat and cheerful, he was about twenty years old, and he acted slightly as a peer: "I'll tell you, may I ask your son's name?"

"Feng..." He paused for a while, and was a little anxious for a while, but he immediately had an idea when he saw the people next to him: "Feng Nan."

"Hey, do you have some clan relationship with the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

"Oh, this, hey, what does a person like me have to do with the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

"I think so too."

So the three of them went together with the crowd, and the person on the road was well-informed, talking about which young master was the best, and which young master was the most hypocritical.

"The prettiest one is Mr. Xiuyue, but he is eccentric and tricky, and he is as famous as Miss Fengge of the prime minister's mansion."

The eyes under the scarf narrowed: "Oh, I want to hear about the reputation of Miss Feng Ge?"

"Let's say you are not from Zhucheng, Miss Fengge doesn't even know about her, who has never heard of her waywardness and eccentricity, the servants at home will always go around when they see her, who hasn't eaten in the concubines of the Prime Minister's Mansion Her slap."

"That's true."

However, it still didn't please her ears, Feng Ge kept fanning her face with the fan, she couldn't get enough of it, she turned the fan bone and hit Dang Yan on the head, then sighed: "It's really interesting to listen to you, Got it, got it."

After being complimented so much by the other party, I didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh. I rubbed my head and felt depressed. When I saw the crowd getting lively, I quickly pointed to the person on the pure white horse on the road and said: "That's Young Master Xiuyue."

Take a closer look at Mr. Xiuyue, he wears a robe whiter than a horse, except for his black hair. He is used to Fengge with red flowers and green leaves and finds it very strange: Very pretty."

Yue Mo is that people around are saying it looks good, but when he heard a nonchalant voice, the people immediately turned their heads and looked at it, their phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a half-hearted smile appeared on the corner of their mouths.

Feng Ge saw that the man's smile was unclear, and felt a little bit wet, but fortunately it was only for a moment.

Taking advantage of the fact that he would only focus on chasing the crowd to see Mr. Xiuyue, Feng Ge gently tugged on Zisang's sleeve and said, "If all good-looking men are like him, I still think it's better to like women."

Then he followed slowly to the edge of the Silver Lake, and saw many people gathered around the lake pavilion looking at the few people in the pavilion.

I have been to this lake pavilion before, but every time I come, the idlers are kept far away, she has always been a person in the pavilion, but today it is reversed, she is a passerby under the pavilion, so she also learns from others Nan Wu sat cross-legged on the ground together.

After listening to it for a while, others were shouting hello, but she was dozing off, and in the end she lay her pillow on Nan Wu's neck, too lazy to read again: "Can you understand poetry?"

"Do not."

"Me too, I thought it was very pleasant, but Xiaochan always read it to me. After she died, I found a few learned gentlemen to explain it to me. In fact, those who read it were also saying that they liked me. "

If you like it, you will like it, and it is so tangled, how can I think of such a complicated thing in my head.

Feng Ge closed her eyes like this, but didn't realize that at the height of the lake pavilion, a pair of black eyes were quietly looking at this room, and the eyes under the bamboo hat were also quietly looking back.

The sun is warm.

Nan Wu sat quietly, the people in front and behind slowly dispersed, and the people who hooked her neck and rested on her shoulders seemed to be sleeping more and more deeply.

Without moving, the crowd dispersed, and a large area of ​​lake light appeared in front of them. From time to time, whitebait jumped up from the water surface, and then sank, leaving faint turbulent water patterns.

The sons of the various families in the lake pavilion also left early.

Three steps away from them was a tree, very towering, its branches and leaves stretched out like an umbrella, but the fallen flowers were very fine, not as big as the cover of a little finger.

The petals fell on the bamboo hat, fell on the green clothes, some floated far, far away to fall again, fell to the ground, and slowly fell to the approaching person.

She was dressed in pure white, without a thread of another color on the side of the crown.

"I like her appearance very much, she looks very lovely."

He squatted down, rolled up his white sleeves, stretched out a pale and thin hand towards Feng Ge on her shoulders half covered by the bamboo hat.

She has always been very fast with her sword, but she can also be very quiet.

The sword was pulled out from the left side of the waist, it stood just an inch in front of Feng Ge's small face, and it also happened to cut on that bony hand, with a smear of bright red attached to the blade.

The man in white took a deep breath and took his hand back, and a few sturdy men at the side came around.

"Ok?"

Feng Ge opened her eyes for a while, and saw something silvery shining in front of her eyes and then disappeared. Nan Wu helped her to stand up, turned around and walked back.

There was wind behind him, and there was the sound of a long knife being unsheathed.

Feng Song turned her head to look, but there was darkness in front of her eyes, something covered her eyes, as if she heard something cut something quickly, was it the same as Cheb?

The voice was still softer than that, and there were still some struggling voices. She took off the bamboo hat.

In front of her was Nan Bi's taller body, and a long scar on her face, which was not covered by a bamboo hat, was clearly visible.

She pulled her back and turned around and continued to walk forward, walking very fast, as if she was not allowed to look back.

"I seem to have seen Young Master Xiuyue just now, did you talk?"

"No."

When I got back to the main street in the city, I happened to meet Dangyan head-on again: "Young master, why didn't I see you at the poetry meeting."

"I'll just sit there, hey."

Indeed, at the end, she felt that it would be inconvenient for Dang Yan to be by her side, so she simply stayed away. Feng Ge laughed a few times and thought that she would be free again, so she asked: "Is there any other people in Zhucheng?" It's very fun, you lead me there?"

"Oh, I'll be going home later. I have a lady at home. If you don't mind the young master, I'm going to the bookstore. Let's take a look."

Hearing the words of the book, Feng Ge felt a little dizzy, but after all, he had never seen what the bookstore outside was like, so he agreed to come up and go with him.

When she arrived at the bookstore, it turned out that there were some books that she didn't like to read on weekdays, and she lost interest after flipping through them casually.

Seeing her like this, Dang Yan had a clear look on his face: "Look at your yawning appearance, maybe it's better to read some books with small pictures."

Feng Ge, who wanted to leave at first, heard him say that there is still fun, so Qiang Huan came to ask: "What is it like?"

So he went to the corner with his words and deeds, pointed to a few columns and said, "Have you seen these?"

I opened it with me, but there was no troublesome words, I just closed it subconsciously once I opened it: "This is?"

"I know that your family has never seen it before, so take a look, I'm going back to accompany my wife."

Dang Yan held a few books in his hands and left with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

Feng Ge beckoned Nan Wu over, pointed to one of the pictures and asked Nan Wu: "Have you seen it?"

Nan Wu frowned, and answered truthfully, "No."

So I flipped through a few more books, and found that they were all rare things, teaching people how to love couples and other things.

She doesn't really like reading poetry and essays. She looks at the flowers and colors in the garden every day and thinks that the best things in the world are good. Why do she always use paper and ink to describe and write them out? It is better to see things in front of your eyes.

The things drawn today are really interesting, so I searched and looked again, and when I looked again, I found that there were also women and women.

In Nanliang, it is not uncommon for women to get along well, but in Dongchi it is very rare.

Feng Ge was really surprised when A-Chan had that kind of thought for her. Of course, it is better to see something that has a ready-made explanation here today.

After going back and forth a few times, Feng Ge's face turned pale and blushed, and she didn't find the same copy after reading several books, so she took some of them and handed them to Nan Wu: "Go find that one over there, pay for it, and take it away."

Nanwu hugged a bunch of notebooks and went to the shopkeeper, without saying a word, put the notebooks on the counter, and then put the silver taels that Feng Ge had just given her on the counter.

The shopkeeper looked up and down the pile of books, and looked at Nan Wu again, his face blossomed: "This thing is very rare, and it really is an expert in goods."

silent.

After Nan Wu came out, Feng Ge casually took the top book and looked at it as he walked, giving Nan Wu a glance from time to time: "Look, have you ever lived like this with the one you like?"

"No."

"Look at this, it turns out to be like this."

So while looking at it, she pulled Nan Wu's hand to compare with her own, and according to the book, she looked at her slender fingers: "Hey, yours seems to be longer than the superior ones mentioned in this book." a bit."

Still a little hard, so the eyes looked into the palm of the hand, there were callus marks on the palm, and the face was a little stiff, looked at Nan Wu, but let go soon.

He stretched out his hand and looked at it: "Then according to the book, mine is just not satisfactory."

"nonsense."

Continue to turn back, and then show it to the people around you: "It turns out to be like this."

So I wandered into the night without knowing it.

Those walking on the street looked like a master and a servant. The master swaggered along the street while reading a book. He didn't know whether it was the redness of the sky or the color of the lanterns in the corridor. Both of their faces were flushed.

With a dry mouth, I raised my head to see the word "wine" in the most conspicuous place, and then returned to the writing with a few lines of small words: "Small wine is suitable for love."

So I showed this page to the person under the bamboo hat and said, "I want to drink."

"Do not."

She didn't dare to drink, she poured it when she touched it.

Feng Ge has always been a person who is said no by others and wants to go against the grain. When he enters a small shop, he just asks for wine and meat.

After reading it, I handed it to Nan Wu: "Put it on, I'll read it later."

"Here comes the wine, use it slowly."

This wine smells delicious, looks like water, yes, after drinking it, it is spicy.

Choking tears, sticking out tongue, dried meat.

Where is the joy?

"Nan Wu, you drink."

"Do not."

The people around were throwing up their necks and filling their bowls, gritted their teeth, and drank like others, choking until their eyes were clear and their cheeks hung on their cheeks, their tongues were half licked, and when they wanted to drink again, they were caught by their hands.

The person under the bamboo hat had no expression on his face, and he shook his head slightly.

After all, he didn't drink much, and he was still dizzy when he came out. There were fewer people on the street, and all the stalls were closed.

Feng Ge squinted her eyes and put one hand on Nan Wu's shoulders. She felt that the houses in front of her were overlapping, and she couldn't tell which was the door, which was the wall, and which was the way.

Nan Wu tied a pile of heavy books on his back, bent over slightly and still muttered that Xiaojiu Yiqing is a lie, picked up Fengge, and put it in his arms.

Dongchi country, Zhucheng, near the sea, there are tides in the distance, night blue and stars in the sky.

Feng Ge's face reddened by alcohol rested on Nan Wu's neck, his eyes kept looking up, and then he cried, "It's the first time I've seen Chang Tian without stars."

So the whole person slowly lowered himself, Nan Wu put her on his bent legs, put the bamboo hat behind her, and her eyes suddenly opened up.

One, two, three, four....

As he counted, he pointed towards his eyes, pointing to Nan Wu's one left eye and two right eyes: "The light here is beautiful."

Although it was a bit late at night, there were still people on the street, so he watched the frightening-looking eldest son walking on the road with the crimson young master in his arms, his clothes woven into one piece in the south wind.

The young master's hand was touching the face of the eldest son, and the little mouth was also eating around his neck.

Shaking his head, shaking his head, Dongchi's masculinity is becoming more and more popular.

"Nanwu."

should not.

"Nanwu."

should not.

Feng Ge put her arms around Nan Wu's neck, the more she didn't answer her, the more she called her name, and after a few times she said no, she bit her earlobe: "Do you still not like me now?"

When he let go to look at it again, his ears were red, and his face was so red that he felt that the blushing person was good-looking, and then followed him, biting harder: "Nan Wu said you like me."

Half-uh, she didn't mean to speak up, but her heart skipped a beat, she felt a little speechless, probably because she couldn't even smell the alcohol.

But today's wine is mixed with her scent, it smells very refreshing.

In the backyard of the mansion, several of the stewards were already in tears. After the meeting, the two finally came back, and they all lay beside each other, wiping the sweat from their brows. .

However, I still looked at the person sleeping in Nan Wu's arms with some concern, and after a closer look, I was completely relieved to confirm that it was drunk or not something serious, and then told Nan Wu: "Miss, it seems like you can drink, remember to come back After leaving the house, change her clothes in case the old man smells of alcohol, and wash her body with hot water so as not to catch a cold...

After exhorting her in various ways, she felt a little helpless when she saw that Nan Wu didn't respond. Who would let the young lady have such a ghostly maid by her side?

He entered the room and put the person on the bunk, put the stack of drawing books on his back to the side, put the sword on his body to the side, and then came to untie Fengge's clothes.

As soon as the person on the bunk moved a little, he was drunk and wanted to talk: "If you like it, you have to say you like it, and you will know it after you say it. Otherwise, people with a brain like mine don't understand those things."

One layer of outerwear, one layer of dark clothing, and one single shirt, which can only be taken off gently by leaning against the inside of the body, leaving only the bandages that she helped to wrap up earlier.

Even if Nan Wu is not entangled, it is not easy for others to see her female body, but although Feng Ge's body is thinner, the front of her body is more obvious than hers, so he entangles her for her.

People are awake when it is wrapped, and it is not so easy to untie it.The hand always has to go to the front and then go around it only once. This morning, it was wrapped seven or eight times, and so on and on.

Usually, he looks clumsy when doing delicate things, but this time he always touches Fengge's slender arms, or feels something soft when he passes by the front.

The hand that had never shaken the sword now trembled a little.

Finally, they were all untied, and then she was laid flat on the bed, covered with the quilt first, and then went to the servant's room to get hot water to wash her body.

When they returned to the water, the people inside had already kicked the quilt aside, exposing all the places on their bodies that should have been tightly covered.

She was always watching by the side while taking a bath, and she was waiting by the side. She had seen it a lot and thought she was used to it, but seeing her again today was different for some reason, and she didn't dare to look directly at her.

Especially that face, which was very red, and the lips always burst out a few words from time to time, and she couldn't hear it clearly, but as long as she mumbled the word "Nan Wu Er", she could clearly sense it in her heart. Jump and jump.

It is not difficult to wipe the body, as usual, rubbing the handkerchief inch by inch, but it is clear that such a light thing is done manually, but the sweat is dripping on the forehead.

There is always something unsatisfactory, especially when she is going down, just hearing Feng Ge's slight exhalation sounds like thunder, and her hands are still trembling.

The hand was placed on her heart, the sides were very soft, so he stopped, and was caught and held as soon as he stopped, Feng Ge still closed his eyes, and put his hand tightly on her wrist to the side, mouth Still slightly drunk: "Look at this page, the two women on the painting."

Dry mouth.

So he thought of Xiaojiu Yiqing, so he swallowed.

Finally finished according to what the steward said, and then picked up the quilt cover for the person on the bed, sat silently for a while, and then took the long sword next to him when his body was not so hot.

The oil lamp was half dry, so I didn't add any more.

He took the leather cloth and wiped off the bloodstains that had interfered on the sword, and wiped his eyes from time to time to see the person who was sleeping peacefully.

He put away the long sword and hid it in a dark place beside him, put away the clothes and bamboo hats that smelled of alcohol, and then packed up the odd things he bought today, and spread out the painting books one by one.

Less words, more pictures.

The above are all women who meet together, pointing to each other, or up and down, or back and forth, or hand in hand...

Blushing, he put it down and covered it with a cloth, then took his brocade quilt, and lay down on the lower servant's seat next to him.

Usually she can fall asleep with her eyes closed, but for some reason, she couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, obviously Feng Ge was sleeping on the upper bed, but she always felt that her exhaled breath was always lingering in her ears.

I had no choice but to open my eyes and watch, watching that from time to time on the couch, a powder couple stretched out to shoot in the air, and occasionally there was another light dreaming sound,

Even if it is vague, but as long as her name is Nan Wu, her heart can still jump.

So I secretly agreed, and it would be much more at ease to go back to sleep when I agreed.