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The winter in Yu'an is extremely cold. In the shop, Fuyao asked Qiu'er to lick the fire in the brazier more vigorously so that customers would not feel cold.
Sitting at the table, she carefully compared the fabrics in her hands. She wanted to make a new eggplant bag, but she was not sure which fabric would be better.
Embroiderer Zhuo Yunmeng saw her hesitant and spoke.
"Madam, why is this happening?"
Fuyao turned and looked at her,
“I was thinking we should make some men’s bags instead of just selling them to women.
Compared with women, men spend more time outside and need eggplant bags for a wider range of purposes.
They can buy it as a gift to someone they admire, or to their husband, brother, or father."
Fuyao became more and more excited as she spoke.
She suddenly felt that she could not just choose one material, but should choose different materials according to different ages, and then match them with different pattern designs.
So she pulled Madam Zhuo aside to have a detailed chat with her.
As we were busy, the sky gradually darkened.
After sending the last guest away, Qiu'er took two cups of tea and walked towards the table inside.
"Have some hot tea to moisten your mouth."
Upon hearing this, Zhuo Yunmeng put down the needle and thread in her hand, took the teacup and started drinking.
Fuyao saw that her sleeve slipped down when she raised her hand, revealing a red mark on her wrist, and asked her concernedly,
"What's wrong with your wrist?"
"oh."
Seeing this, Zhuo Yunmeng quickly put down his teacup and pulled up his sleeves, a trace of uneasiness flashed across his face.
"It's just that I accidentally bumped into something hard at home yesterday."
Seeing that she was unwilling to say more, Fuyao did not explore further.
"It's getting late today, Madam Zhuo, please go back first. Qiu'er and I will close the door in a while."
She put down the pattern she had just cut and gave instructions.
After seeing Madam Zhuo off, Fuyao went to the counter to check today's accounts.
Suddenly she heard Qiu'er shouting beside her,
"Deputy Chief."
When he looked up, he saw Feng Chenyu standing in front of him in a black cloak.
"Why are you here?"
Before she could finish her words, he dragged her towards the inner room without any explanation.
"What are you going to do?"
Fuyao frowned.
Feng Chenyu, who had just entered the room and looked energetic, suddenly sat down on the chair, untied his cloak, looked up at Fuyao and said weakly,
"Do you have any medicine for healing?"
"drug?"
Fuyao then saw that his face was pale, and then asked with concern,
"Are you hurt?"
"Um."
Feng Chenyu closed his eyes and nodded.
"Then why don't you just go back home?"
Fuyao couldn't help but raise her voice a little.
"Shh!"
Feng Chenyu quickly placed his hand on her lips, glanced out the window and whispered,
"Don't let anyone else know about my injury except you."
Then he snorted softly and pressed his right hand to his abdomen. Only then did Fuyao discover that there were bloodstains on his purple uniform.
Without thinking too much, she turned around and picked up a vermilion wooden box from the table.
"We only have some agarwood here, which we use when making spices. Fortunately, it can reduce inflammation and relieve pain!"
Fuyao opened it hurriedly.
"Help me undress."
Feng Chenyu raised his head and his eyes moved slightly.
Fuyao immediately stepped forward, untied his belt, and took off his purple uniform. The white clothes underneath were also stained with blood.
Slowly she took off his white shirt, revealing his strong arms.
Looking at his naked upper body, Fuyao finally realized what she was doing, and suddenly her fair cheeks flushed.
"Are you shy?"
Feng Chenyu said lightly.
Fuyao glanced at him sideways,
"Is it cold?
I forgot to ask Qiu'er to prepare a brazier."
"No problem."
Feng Chenyu forced an ugly smile.
She reached out and took out a piece of clean cotton cloth from the side, squatted down and gently wiped the blood from his wound.
Because the wound was on the right side near the abdomen, Feng Chenyu's frown deepened every time she wiped it.
When she wiped it for the third time, Feng Chenyu held her wrist, lowered his head to meet her puzzled eyes, and said with suppressed emotions,
"Apply the medicine."
Fuyao hurriedly took out the bottle of agarwood from the wooden box and gently sprinkled it on his wound.
"Does it hurt?"
She frowned, the wound looked quite big.
"It doesn't hurt."
Feng Chenyu lowered his head to look into her bright eyes and said gently,
"Aren't you afraid?"
Fuyao shook his head, stood up and deftly tore the white cotton cloth into strips.
Then he prepared to wrap Feng Chenyu's wound a few times to prevent further bleeding.
But in order to wrap the cloth around his waist, she needed to hold one end with her left hand, hold the other end with her right hand, and bend over to wrap it around his waist.
Fuyao hadn't noticed his back just now, and only then did she discover a long, light brown scar on his shoulder blade.
She was a little surprised.
"How did you get this scar?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but reach out and stroke it gently.
In an instant, Feng Chenyu felt a sudden electric current passing through his body. He forced himself to clear his throat.
"I was stabbed in the back during a fight before."
He downplayed it.
As soon as the word "knife" came out of his mouth, Fuyao couldn't help but shudder all over.
She knew the cruelty of war, but when she actually saw the scars on Feng Chenyu's body, she still felt shocked.
Her heart suddenly ached. It must have been very painful.
She lowered her head and continued what she was doing.
Seeing her slightly red eyes and trembling lips, Feng Chenyu impulsively raised his head and kissed her lips lightly.
Only a moment passed, and Fuyao stopped what he was doing in a daze.
Seeing this, Feng Chenyu lowered his head and said apologetically,
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."
Fuyao slowly regained her senses, didn't say anything, and just continued with what she was doing.
They were unaware of each other's accelerated heartbeat.
After bandaging the wound, Feng Chenyu put on his clothes slowly and said softly,
"Thanks."
After closing the shop, Qiu'er and Ma Su sat in the front of the carriage, while Fuyao and Feng Chenyu got inside.
There was a brief silence in the car. Feng Chenyu turned his head and looked at Fuyao beside him.
"You don't have anything to ask?"
She kept looking out the window at Fuyao, she was very curious about how he got injured, but she wouldn't ask unless he told her.
"I just went to the Fan Mansion at night. I suspect that the deaths of my father and elder brother are not that simple."
Feng Chenyu took the initiative to speak, with a trace of pain and hatred in his eyes.
Fuyao was surprised to hear him say that.
"You mean they might have been murdered?"
She asked hurriedly.
Feng Chenyu reached out and held her hands in front of her. This time she did not dodge because she knew he needed comfort.
"There's no definitive evidence yet. I just suspect they might have been drugged before the battle."
"Don't worry. If this is the case, I believe we can find out the truth."
Fuyao comforts.
Then she turned her head and saw the silver mask placed in the corner on the left side of the seat. It was the mask that Feng Chenyu had hurriedly taken off and placed there after leaving Fan Mansion.
Fuyao felt that the mask looked very familiar, so she leaned over and took it.
It was a silver mask imitating a human face. Although it looked hideous, she didn't find it scary at all.
Slowly she moved the mask over Feng Chenyu's face. This time she was very sure.
"It was you who saved me in Ganzhou before!"
"You want to pledge yourself to me?"
Feng Chenyu's charming voice came from behind the mask.
Upon hearing this, Fuyao's hand trembled at first, then he put the mask back to its original place, and couldn't help cursing in his heart, "What a dishonest person!"
Seeing her sitting back without saying anything, Feng Chenyu knew that she was unhappy so he shut up and stopped talking.
Soon the carriage arrived at the gate of the general's mansion, and Feng Chenyu spoke lightly,
"From now on, please come to the study to help me change the medicine every day."
After saying that, he got out of the car and went straight to the study.
Sitting on the bed, Fuyao recalled the day when she was rescued in the woods of Ganzhou, and a warm feeling rose in her heart.
No matter what Feng Chenyu's purpose was in saving her, she felt very grateful that he saved her at the critical moment.
"General, there's news from General Qilu that the man from that day has been captured.
He said someone secretly gave him a bottle of medicine. The medicine was colorless and tasteless. If he took it for a long time, his limbs would become numb, his whole body would become weak, and he would die.
Ma Sui said softly.
In the Privy Council, Feng Chenyu sat at the table listening to his words, feeling his heart bleeding bit by bit.
"What medicine is it?"
His voice was dark.
After that, the man bit his tongue and committed suicide, without saying anything else!
Ma Sui was indignant.
Feng Chenyu straightened his back and slowly closed his eyes. His hands were tightly clenched on the table, and the joints were clearly visible.
A few days later, Fuyao came to the study room as usual in the evening to help Feng Chenyu change the medicine.
"Your wound is quite large, so you need to be more careful on a daily basis."
She applied the medicine while giving worried instructions, but the breath she exhaled hit someone, causing ripples in his heart.
"knew."
Feng Chenyu frowned and quickly moved back, glancing at the person in front of him with a reproachful look.
Seeing him like this, Fuyao immediately became unhappy.
"Since you don't like it, you can ask someone else to help you change the medicine."
He stood up and was about to leave.
"That's not what I meant."
Feng Chenyu quickly reached out to pull her.
"Um."
Perhaps the wound was pulled, and he frowned and groaned.
"What's wrong?"
Fuyao looked down nervously, fortunately the wound was not opened again, and then spoke in a commanding tone,
"Be careful. If you get hurt again, I won't be responsible."
Feng Chenyu couldn't help but find it funny when he saw her pouting. It's all because of you.
"The winter solstice is approaching, and according to past custom, Your Majesty will be in the palace to receive congratulations from all officials.
However, he has been feeling unwell due to a cold in recent days, so he canceled the grand court meeting this time.
However, Fan Zhong will host a banquet for officials and their families. "You can go with me then."
Feng Chenyu looked down at Fuyao's smooth and creamy face and straightened his mind.
"But we can get up early that day to see my aunt first, and then go to the Fan Mansion."
"Okay." Fuyao responded softly.
After bandaging the wound, she turned and walked towards the door.
"When can I go back to my bedroom?"
Feng Chenyu's questioning voice came from behind.
Fuyao turned around and saw him looking at her expectantly.
"Tonight will do."
"real?"
Feng Chenyu stood up happily.
"Well, you sleep on the floor and I'll sleep on the bed."
Fuyao glanced at him with disdain, then turned and left the room.
This guy is just a gangster, Fuyao couldn't help but complain in her heart.
Seeing her leave in a flash, Feng Chenyu couldn't help but shake his head and sigh,
"How heartless!"
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