Feng Hengzhi nodded without hesitation. "Yes, Luan'er also told me her thoughts on this matter. I think we can do it. Mother, don't worry. Even if there are any problems, I'm still here, right?"
Liu Wenxian opened her lips slightly, "Every one of you has your reasons."
After that, after a few brief words in the front garden, Sang Luan returned to Hibiscus Garden.
Front garden.
Liu Wenxian stared at two figures not far away, looking thoughtful.
After a long time, he silently withdrew his gaze.
"Mother, husband, has something happened between Luan'er and Zhi'er that we don't know about?" Liu Wenxian tilted her head slightly, with some doubt in her eyes.
The old lady at the side couldn't help but glared at her. "Listen to what you are saying. How long have they been married? What's wrong with something happening that we don't know about?"
The faint smile on Liu Wenxian's face suddenly froze, "Mother is right."
*
Hibiscus Garden.
"Husband, we're here." After saying that, Sang Luan lowered her head and silently glanced at the big hand beside her, which was still tightly holding her hand.
Feng Hengzhi let out a cry, then suddenly pulled his hand back.
He spoke nonchalantly, "Your hands are a little too cold. The weather has been getting colder lately. I've instructed the kitchen to prepare a bowl of hot soup every day. You're too weak, so you need to nourish yourself."
As he spoke, Feng Hengzhi clapped his hands.
He looked up at Sang Luan and saw that she had no intention of speaking. He thought for a moment, then said slowly, "Put aside the flowers and plants in your room for now. Tomorrow we will start working on the academy. I will help you sort out your thoughts and priorities."
Sang Luan hesitated for only a moment, and the next moment, she blurted out, "Okay, with my husband's help, this matter will surely go smoothly."
Then, the two of them returned to Wufengxuan together.
Inside the main house of Wufengxuan.
"You can first base your ideas on the previous situation, and then write them down in detail." Feng Hengzhi personally placed the rice paper in front of Sang Luan.
Sang Luan nodded lightly and turned to pick up the purple-hair brush beside her.
He slowly dipped the purple-hair brush into the inkstone to get some ink, then picked up the brush and was about to write.
Suddenly, Sang Luan discovered a serious problem.
She doesn't even know how to use the brush here!
She coughed lightly and was about to put down the purple-hair brush when a warm breath came from behind her.
Before she could react, a big hand suddenly covered hers.
Sang Luan's eyelids twitched and she looked suddenly to her side.
At this moment, there was only a few inches between the two of them. Sang Luan moved suddenly, and all she saw was Feng Hengzhi's pair of thick and straight eyelashes.
The other person's warm breath sprayed on her neck one after another without warning.
She blinked, staring at the delicate face so close to her, and couldn't help being distracted for a moment.
She ignored Feng Hengzhi's appearance.
Although Feng Hengzhi has a bad temper, his appearance is indeed impeccable.
Feng Heng's eyes were fixed on the rice paper on the table, without even looking at Sang Luan.
Holding Sang Luan's hand, he began to move Sang Luan's hand slowly on the rice paper.
He raised his other hand to support Sang Luan's head, straightened her head, and said without looking up: "Look here."
Helpless, Sang Luan could only silently shift her gaze to the table.
The first thing that caught my eye was the words "Royal Academy".
"Tell me, what do you want to write?"
A low voice sounded from behind her ear. Because of the position of the two people, the voice fell into Sang Luan's ears and hit her mind directly.
Sang Luan suppressed the throbbing in her heart and began to think about the things about the Imperial College.
Her expression gradually became serious.
Whether the Imperial College can make a good start depends on how many women can do work in Shengjing in the future.
It also depends on whether the autumn makeup can be made bigger and bigger.
Thinking of this, Sang Luan's mind was full of thoughts about the Imperial College.
At this moment, she was so focused that she didn't notice the look in the eyes of the person behind her when he glanced at her inadvertently.
That glance was filled with tenderness and a hint of anticipation.
Half an hour later.
Sang Luan looked at what was in front of her and smiled with great satisfaction.
She leaned slightly to the side and said, "Thank you, husband, for helping me organize it. Otherwise, it would have taken me a long time to write it myself."
She put her hands on her hips, a hint of pride on her face.
However, there were two drops of black ink on the originally flawless little face.
Feng Hengzhi looked at her quietly, and when his gaze fell on her face, his eyes couldn't help but deepen.
Sang Luan gradually realized that something was wrong. She slowly raised her hand and touched her face, looking puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"
The next moment, Feng Hengzhi raised his hand and lightly wiped Sang Luan's right cheek.
Sang Luan exclaimed, is Feng Hengzhi...trying to hold back his laughter?
Her intuition told her that Feng Hengzhi must have done something!
She tilted her body suspiciously and looked up at the bronze mirror not far away.
A calico cat suddenly appeared before my eyes.
She touched her face behind her.
There was a very light ink stain on the tip of her nose, and there was a black finger mark on her right cheek.
This was just painted by Feng Hengzhi!
Sang Luan pouting, turned around and lightly dipped her hand in the inkstone, then walked to Feng Hengzhi with a smile on her face.
"Husband." Sang Luan spoke softly.
Feng Hengzhi slowly turned around and leaned closer to Sang Luan.
Sang Luan reached out and quickly wiped Feng Hengzhi's face.
Then, he quickly took two steps back and couldn't help but let out a triumphant smile, "Haha, you got fooled, didn't you?"
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