"good."
Long Chi'an smiled gently and walked into the courtyard.
It was still early at this moment, so early that Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing were still in bed.
"Hey, it's already dawn, why haven't you gone to the morning court yet?"
She kicked him, but he hugged her tightly.
"It's snowing outside. It looks bright, but it's actually still early." The man sniffed her scent hard and said, "My lady, you smell so good. I wish I could kiss you again."
Yan Funing immediately covered his lips and said, "Hurry up and get up. It's snowing and the roads are hard to travel. Don't delay the morning court."
"My wife is more beautiful than Fuqiu. I didn't see enough last night. I will take one more look at her now, and then I will get up."
He began to pull at the back ties of her gown.
Yan Funing protested while lying flat on her back. Her soft voice deepened, "Fu Ciyi, that's enough. If you continue like this, I won't obey you at night anymore."
"Okay, okay, let's talk about it tonight."
The man kissed her on the forehead, got out of bed quickly, and his expression immediately returned to its calm and composed state.
Seeing his beautiful hands putting clothes on him one by one, Yan Funing's face slowly turned red.
It was this pair of annoying hands that held and kissed me last night.
Too restless.
She was so embarrassed that she covered herself with the quilt and urged: "Go away quickly, I want to sleep some more."
"OK."
Fu Ciyi agreed and put down the warming tent to prevent his young wife from getting cold.
Not long after, he left the outer room and heard a vague voice: "Caiyu, your young lady is still sleepy, don't disturb her."
"Yes, uncle." Caiyu's voice also came into the inner room, "The snow on the road is thick now, uncle, please walk slowly."
"Um."
After Fu Ciyi walked away, several maids gathered together.
"In the past, the son-in-law wouldn't have said so many words. He would definitely have said..." One of the maids cleared her throat and imitated his tone, "Touch her and disturb her."
Another maid nodded: "Yes, yes, the son-in-law is in a good mood today."
Caiyu scolded them: "The young lady is still asleep, why are you making so much noise?"
A few people laughed softly and went to sweep the snow that had drifted into the corridor.
Yan Funing actually didn't feel sleepy at all.
He sat up, opened his clothes and took a look.
Covered with red marks.
All left by someone.
I can’t remember, I can’t remember, I’d better just continue sleeping.
Fu Ciyi finished his breakfast in the dining room and before leaving the house, he instructed his servants: "Keep the snow in the courtyard and garden."
Fu Beimo, who was standing by, was puzzled. "Why? We need to clean up together."
"Your sister-in-law might want to enjoy the snow." Fu Ciyi then said to the servants, "It's okay to clear the snow from the main walking area in the front yard."
Yu Liang smiled and nodded: "I understand."
"I understand too. I have to build a snowman for my sister-in-law." Fu Beimo called Meng Li, "Ali, help me, let's go."
Meng Li said, "I want to build a snowman for Nan Yao."
"It's a shame that my sister-in-law treats you so well." Fu Beimo sneered.
"Of course I know that my sister-in-law treats me well, but I..." Meng Li said, blushing.
Fu Ciyi shook his head, ignored them, and walked away on the snow.
--
Prince Jin's Mansion.
The King of Jin looked at the portrait sent by Long Chi'an for a long time without saying a word.
Long Chi'an couldn't help himself and called out, "Uncle?"
King Jin then turned his gaze towards him: "Why is Chi An up so early?"
Long Chi Anxin said that he didn't get up early at all, it was because he had finished painting the portrait yesterday and wanted to send it over early.
As soon as it got light outside this morning, he couldn't wait to go out, but he didn't expect it was still very early. Fortunately, his uncle, Prince Jin, also got up early.
I am willing to look at the portrait he sent me at this moment.
The King of Jin nodded. "The portrait is indeed well done." He fixed his gaze on the woman in the portrait. "She does look very much like your aunt."
"Uncle, nephew learned that the Fu family mother and son are not members of the Fu family."
He was so anxious to convince his uncle yesterday that he forgot to mention such an important point.
"Oh? Where did you get that from?"
Seeing that his uncle, the Prince of Jin, was rarely willing to listen, Long Chi'an understood that the portrait had worked, so he explained, "Two years ago, Fu Ciyi and his family were expelled from the Fu family because they were not of the Fu family bloodline. Uncle, as you know, my nephew has lived in Ling County, Jinzhou for some years. This matter is absolutely true."
Prince Jin frowned: "So there are doubts about Fu Ciyi's background?"
Long Chi'an nodded. "It's all my fault. I forgot to tell you yesterday. Fu Ciyi's mother's surname is also Fu. It is said that she is the adopted daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Fu. The children she gave birth to were raised by Mr. and Mrs. Fu as their own grandchildren. Two years ago, they were driven out of the mansion by the second branch of the Fu family. You can go to Ling County and ask the former county magistrate Fu Zhengqing about this."
After saying this, King Jin finally understood.
The mother and son of the Fu family are of the same age as the mother and son of the princess and have similar looks. Most importantly, the mother and son of the Fu family have a secret background.
This aroused his curiosity.
"No matter what, I have to go and meet him." Prince Jin stood up.
"Uncle is leaving now?"
Long Chi'an coughed twice, not sure if it was due to excitement or illness.
"It's better to go today than to wait for a day."
The King of Jin walked forward.
"Uncle, bring more people with you. The guards at the Fu Mansion are all very skilled, so outsiders generally can't enter easily."
"Then bring more people."
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At the Fu family, Yan Funing got up and went to the front yard.
Passing through the gardens and courtyards, she saw that the snow hadn't been disturbed at all. The servants in the mansion all walked close to the side of the road or the base of the wall. She was quite curious, so she asked a servant at random, "Why aren't they walking on the sidewalks?"
There were only her footprints on the road.
The servant replied respectfully, "Madam, the young master said that you might like to enjoy the snow."
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