Take you home

Fuyao would go to the store whenever she had nothing to do. Xianning and the others were very sad about her losing her child.

Xian Ning and Zhuo Yunmeng, who were counting the goods at the counter, looked up and saw Feng Chenyu slowly approaching.

"Deputy Chief."

Xian Ning stopped what she was doing.

"What about her?"

Feng Chenyu turned his head and looked around.

"In the back room. I'll go call her."

Xian Ning said hurriedly.

"No."

Feng Chenyu said this and walked in.

At this time, Fuyao was lying on the table looking at an eggplant bag that Zhuo Yunmeng had just embroidered. She had made some adjustments based on her own drawing and was quite satisfied with it.

Just as she was watching with great interest, suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around her shoulders from behind.

Just as she was about to stand up, she heard the familiar voice from behind her.

"I."

Feng Chenyu lowered his head and rested his chin on one of her shoulders.

"Why are you here?"

Fuyao was curious.

"I missed you, so I picked you up and took you home."

Feng Chenyu's lips curved slightly.

The two walked hand in hand on the way home, and the June wind felt a little warm on their faces.

She looked down at the hand she was holding and couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Chenyu turned his head and looked at her.

"Nothing, I just feel like we've known each other for so long and this seems like the first time we've held hands."

Fuyao raised her head and glanced at him mischievously.

"Too."

Feng Chenyu immediately agreed, then slowly raised his clasped hands and lowered his head as if to examine them seriously.

"I used to think that I was afraid of being beaten by someone."

"snort!"

Fuyao rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction.

"You make it sound like I'm being rude."

Feng Chenyu stopped and pulled her with his long arms, holding her in his arms and whispering,

"Who was it that attacked me earlier and nearly killed me?"

"shameless."

Being suddenly hugged in the street and hearing his shameless words, Fuyao's cheeks turned slightly red.

Feng Chenyu looked down and saw her shy look, and he felt itchy in his heart.

"I'm hugging my wife, who has any objection?"

His head was getting lower and lower, and seeing this, Fuyao hurriedly struggled to break free from his arms.

Feng Chenyu's kiss fell in vain.

He looked up and saw Fu Yao running away. He shook his head helplessly and followed her.

The sky in the distance was already pitch black, but there was a constant stream of people walking on the street.

This was probably the first time that Fuyao appreciated Yu'an so seriously since coming here. Her heart felt filled up in an instant.

"By the way, is there any progress on the matter you mentioned earlier about my father-in-law and his men possibly being murdered?"

Fuyao suddenly remembered this.

Feng Chenyu's originally serious face suddenly became stern, and his eyebrows also wrinkled slightly.

"Someone we were looking for who had an important lead was killed."

“Killed?

Could it be the person behind this?"

Fuyao couldn't help but raise her voice.

Feng Chenyu sighed softly, his tone becoming sad.

"No more than four people knew we were looking for him."

Fuyao stopped and looked at him with a puzzled look.

"Could it be one of our own?"

In a trance, Feng Chenyu pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and buried his face deeply in her arms.

To Feng Chenyu, that person was both a teacher and a friend, someone he had respected very much since he was a child.

In the past, Feng Chenlang would follow General Feng to fight everywhere, while Feng Chenyu was naturally left at home because of his younger age.

Mrs. Feng always ignored him. Most of the time, apart from his aunt, that person was the one who left many warm memories in his childhood.

Fu Yao gently wrapped her arms around Feng Chenyu's shoulders. She could feel the faint sadness emanating from him.

In the bedroom, Fuyao, who had just finished taking a shower, was putting on her underwear and getting ready to go to bed when the bedroom door was pushed open with a creak.

"Help me tie the straps at the back."

Fuyao spoke while standing in front of the bed with her back to the door.

Then a pair of hands tied the belt for her behind her back, but just as the belt was tied, the hands slid down her clothes to her waist.

"you?"

Fuyao turned around in surprise, only to see Feng Chenyu standing behind her.

"Why you?"

"What else?"

There was a smile on his lips.

“You thought it was a lime?

I have sent her to rest."

"Have you almost recovered?"

He looked down at the graceful figure in front of him, and his Adam's apple moved involuntarily.

As he spoke, he held her arms tighter.

"What do you mean?"

Fuyao lowered her head shyly and didn't look at him.

"Don't you know?"

Feng Chenyu lowered his head and smiled evilly, then put his chin close to her ear and whispered something.

After hearing his words, Fuyao glared angrily.

"You rascal."

"I don't want to sleep in separate rooms anymore."

Feng Chenyu chuckled and picked her up, and they both fell on the bed.

His hands began to wander dishonestly, and his kiss was as hot as the midday sun. Fuyao, who had just resisted, felt a tingling sensation all over her body, and soon she was lost in this gorgeous night.

The summer sun effortlessly shone through the white clouds onto the bedroom roof, and the person on the bed twisted and moved.

In a daze, Fuyao felt extremely sore all over. She knew without thinking that it must be because the dog was too noisy last night, and she shouldn't have been soft-hearted and let him stay overnight.

When she opened her eyes and saw the light stubbornly shining in through the cracks in the window, she knew it must be getting late.

After getting up and getting dressed, she heard a sound coming from the yard, so she opened the door and saw the dog practicing martial arts in the yard with a sword in his hand.

Isn't it usually a long sword?

Why do you want to practice sword today?

Hearing the sound of the door opening behind him, Feng Chenyu put away his sword and turned back.

"I'm up. It seems I was exhausted last night."

For some reason, Fu Yao felt that this sounded a bit strange!

Then he rolled his eyes at her. It seemed that he still had enough energy to keep going until almost dawn and still get up early in the morning to practice swordplay.

"Qing Ning just came over twice. I asked her to heat up the food. Let's finish our meal and go for a walk outside."

As Feng Chenyu spoke, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the corner of his clothes. In fact, he had already been sweating profusely.

"Walk?"

Fuyao, who was about to go back to her room, turned back and asked in confusion,

"Don't you have to go to the Privy Council today?"

Hearing this, Feng Chenyu chuckled and walked towards her.

"The Privy Council is not as important as you. I'll go out with you today. Let's see if there are any places in Yu'an that you want to go but haven't been to yet!"

Fu Yao and Feng Chenyu, dressed in men's clothes, walked on the street one on the left and one on the right.

"I haven't worn this for a long time, and I'm suddenly a little uncomfortable."

Fuyao couldn't help but sigh.

Feng Chenyu turned his head and looked at her beside him.

"As long as you are happy."

Of course he likes his wife to dress in women's clothes.

After saying that, he reached out to hold Fuyao's hand, but was slapped in the face just as he was in the air.

"what?

I am a man now.”

Of course Fuyao knew what he wanted to do.

"Aren't you afraid that others will say there's something wrong with you?"

"Hmph, have you ever seen me afraid of anything?"

Feng Chenyu took Fu Yao's hand without saying anything.

Fu Yao, who was unable to break free, was faced with curious gazes from all directions and really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"It's okay. If you want to wear men's clothes, I can accompany you."

Feng Chenyu looked at her with a doting gaze as if no one else was around.

Fuyao suddenly felt that this guy did it on purpose!

Soon the two arrived at the famous Zilin Garden in Yu'an City. The most famous person in the garden was the courtesan Qin Yu, and many people came here to visit.

Of course, the guests who come here are either rich or noble.

After entering the courtyard, Fuyao looked up and saw the rows of rooms on the second floor were neatly arranged and decorated in a fresh and elegant style. From time to time, beautiful singing and dancing could be heard from the rooms.

"The young master is here."

Just as I entered the courtyard, a maid-like person came down the stairs.

"There's someone in the young lady's room right now. How about I take you two to the side room to wait for a while?"

Feng Chenyu nodded upon hearing this.

Fuyao saw the interaction between the two and felt that they were regulars and looked so familiar.

Thinking of this, she remembered that Feng Chenyu often went to Liufeng Pavilion when he was in Ganzhou, and she couldn't help but curl her lips!

Feeling somewhat unhappy, he followed the two of them upstairs.

After they sat down, the maid poured them tea, laid out some snacks, and then left.

Fuyao turned her head and looked around. On the wall opposite the table hung a famous landscape painting. On the incense table, there was an ancient bronze incense burner from Boshan, burning ambergris cakes.

There are many antiques on the desks on both sides, and many manuscripts of poems are posted on the wall.

It seems that Miss Qin Yu is a very knowledgeable woman!

"how?"

Feng Chenyu lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

“This place seems to be quite nice.”

Fuyao tells the truth.

"Everyone here is good at singing and dancing, and many are also good at writing."

Feng Chenyu looked up,

"Miss Qin Yu is the most powerful."

"oh."

Fuyao turned her head and looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

"You know this place very well, and you are also very familiar with Miss Qin!"

Feng Chenyu suddenly parted his lips and leaned forward.

"Are you jealous?"

Fuyao rolled her eyes and looked away.

"You're overthinking it. You've been like this for a long time. You've been to Liufeng Pavilion quite often in Ganzhou before!"

Feng Chenyu shook his head helplessly, picked up the cup of tea and drank it.

"I didn't attend Princess Jinru's wedding. I hope they didn't blame me."

Fuyao suddenly looked at Feng Chenyu with worried eyes.

He put down the teacup in his hand, moved closer to her, then took her hand and said distressedly,

"How could that be? They know you're not feeling well."

Fuyao broke free from his hand unhappily, and pulled his face.

"Just talk, don't touch me. I'm a man now."

Phew, Feng Chenyu couldn't help laughing.

“It’s strange, since this is just a place to listen to music and discuss lyrics, why can only men come?

Can't women come and admire it?"

Fuyao started to complain,

"You have to wear men's clothes!"

While the two were talking, they heard Qin Yu's shouting from the next room.

"Please don't do this, sir."

Feng Chenyu, who had just been sitting, stood up suddenly, then left the room and walked next door.

Seeing this, Fuyao hurriedly followed.

When I pushed the door open, I saw a man dressed in luxurious clothes pulling Qin Yu's clothes.

"Let her go!"

Feng Chenyu shouted loudly with an angry look on his face.

"Deputy Chief."

Qin Yu turned around and saw the person coming clearly. His eyes instantly turned red and his voice was choked.

Seeing her delicate appearance, even Fuyao, a woman, couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Feng Chenyu!"

The man turned around and his expression changed.

"What is the prince consort doing?"

Feng Chenyu came to the two of them and stopped, his eyes flashing with coldness.