Chapter 75 I can't ride a horse, you should drink less...

Jiang Yanyi was busy until the evening, and finally remembered what she had forgotten.

Since Feng Shuo could send a carriage to pick up them, he must be at his house! Both

publicly and privately, she should go to his house to thank him.

She stewed an old hen on the stove at noon to make soup for Chu Yangui to nourish her body. Jiang Yanyi found a soup pot, poured out a bowl for Feng Shuo, and told Chef Yao that they didn't have to wait for her for dinner, and then she went to Feng's house with the soup.

She went to Feng Shuo's yard first, but Feng Shuo was not there. The guard said that Feng Shuo had gone to the greenhouse.

Jiang Yanyi turned to the greenhouse. It was freezing outside, but it was warm inside. The flowers and plants that were out of season were growing vigorously, which was very pleasing.

Feng Shuo was wearing a casual home suit, with his sleeves rolled up. He was holding a wooden ladle and watering the peppers planted by Jiang Yanyi.

After Jiang Yanyi went to the Chu family, he had not taken care of the peppers for a while. He only asked the gardener of Feng Mansion to help take care of them. Now he found that the pepper seedlings had already borne fruit, but they were less than half a finger long, and the surface of the peppers was all green.

Jiang Yanyi couldn't help herself, her smile almost reaching her ears. She asked Feng Shuo, "Weren't you in the military camp before? When did you come back?"

Feng Shuo watered the two nearby pepper plants and threw the wooden ladle into the bucket. Compared to Jiang Yanyi's happiness, his expression seemed a little cold: "I have been in the military camp for more than half a month, and I have been shocked. Now that the Turkic prince has been captured, the Turkic side dare not act rashly, so I can have a good New Year."

Jiang Yanyi said "Oh", completely ignoring the coldness on Feng Shuo's face, and happily inspected her pepper base.

There were many small fruits hanging on each pepper plant. When this batch of peppers matured, it would be the beginning of spring. By then, she would have enough pepper seeds to cultivate more peppers!

Feng Shuo looked at the man who was full of hot peppers, and his face became even more sullen. He asked coldly: "What are you doing here?"

Jiang Yanyi then remembered the purpose of her visit. She suppressed her smile, coughed twice and said: "I made some chicken soup and brought you a bowl."

Feng Shuo's face improved a little when he heard that she came to bring him chicken soup: "Is the store busy this morning?"

It's not busy! She just completely forgot about him!

But Jiang Yanyi didn't dare to say this, so she made up an excuse: "My yard is small, and once Yan Gui moves in, I don't know what to do with the servant who takes care of his daily life. I'm looking for a housekeeper to ask about a house."

Feng Shuo was successfully fooled. He said, "That's easy. The west wing of my house is separated from your yard by only a wall. It's idle anyway. I'll ask someone to clean it up, and then we can go in and out by breaking through the wall on your side. The yard is big, you and your sister can live in it, and it will be enough to accommodate a few servants." It

's not easy to find a house that suits your taste. In fact, Jiang Yanyi has looked at quite a few houses in recent days, but none of them are satisfactory.

Feng Shuo's words moved Jiang Yanyi. Last time, she climbed over the wall to save a parrot and fell down. The yard was indeed very big. With a little cleaning, it would be a good place to live.

But she suddenly remembered the inexplicable pomegranates falling from the yard in the early autumn. Jiang Yanyi didn't believe in ghosts and gods at first, but she encountered it herself during the time travel, so she was a little awed.

Jiang Yanyi thought Feng Shuo might not know about the haunted house in his yard, so she could only ask indirectly, "When the previous owner of this house lived there, did any murder happen in the west wing?"

Feng Shuo glanced at her with a little doubt, "Why do you say that?"

Jiang Yanyi said, "In the fall, the pomegranate tree in the yard bore fruit. Suddenly, one night, half of the pomegranates from the tree fell into my yard. I suspected that the yard was haunted."

Feng Shuo: "..."

He didn't say anything for a long time.

Jiang Yanyi thought he didn't want to pay attention to her.

He wouldn't get angry just because she said that the house might be haunted, right?

Having been with Feng Shuo for such a long time, Jiang Yanyi knew that he was not that kind of person, so she stretched out a finger and poked him: "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Shuo answered irrelevantly: "There has never been a murder in that yard. Pomegranates mean many children and blessings, and symbolize good luck and longevity. It is a good omen that it fell into your yard."

After hearing what he said, Jiang Yanyi also thought it made sense. She nodded and said: "Then I will discuss the rent with Uncle Fu tomorrow. thing."

Feng Shuo was annoyed and stretched out his hand to pinch her face: "Why, do you still want to give me money?"

Jiang Yanyi did plan this: "I can't always take advantage of you."

Feng Shuo looked at her face that was puffed up by him, the skin under his fingertips was warm and smooth, her eyes were always full of water, as if they could speak, her lipstick-coated cherry lips were slightly opened, plump and full, like peach petals covered with dew in March.

He loosened the grip on her soft cheek, and moved his thumb down to gently press the corner of her lips. His eyes were as deep as an ancient well, as if he wanted to drag people's sight down with him into the endless darkness: "Then let me take advantage of you."

Although the force of his rough fingertips pressing on the corner of her lips was light, the warm touch was particularly arousing.

Jiang Yanyi felt that her heart skipped a beat.

When his beautiful thin lips were about to press down, she closed her eyes, but suddenly there were footsteps outside the greenhouse. Jiang Yanyi panicked and quickly stepped back to increase the distance between them. The one

who came in was the gardener. He would come to check the flowers in the greenhouse before leaving work every night.

Seeing Feng Shuo inside, the gardener quickly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, have you come to see these peppers again?"

When Jiang Yanyi heard the word "again", her heart inexplicably warmed up.

Feng Shuo looked a little uncomfortable. He said "hmm" and told the gardener, "I have already looked at all the flowers in the greenhouse. You can go back."

The gardener left with interest.

After there was no one in the greenhouse, Jiang Yanyi asked Feng Shuo with a smile: "So you often come here to help me take care of these peppers?"

Feng Shuo avoided her sight and said, "You took care of me like my own treasure, but I thought it was something else. I just came here a few times out of curiosity."

Someone was stubborn, so Jiang Yanyi didn't expose him. She glanced at the sky: "It's getting late. I have to go back first. The chicken soup is in your room. Remember to drink it when you go back."

Feng Shuo glanced at the twilight and put down his rolled-up sleeves: "I'll take you there."

The heavy snow had not stopped since the beginning of winter. When they left the greenhouse, the servant handed them an oil-paper umbrella, and Feng Shuo held the umbrella and took Jiang Yanyi to the hanging flower gate.

Jiang Yanyi stopped and said, "Just send it here."

Feng Shuo knew that they were not engaged yet, and Jiang Yanyi would always feel psychologically burdened if they were too intimate in front of others.

He did not force her, but just handed the umbrella to Jiang Yanyi and said, "Take the umbrella back."

"No, it's only a few steps from here to my shop."

Jiang Yanyi refused to take the umbrella, and walked away step by step in the heavy snow and the dusk.

Feng Shuo looked at her back, and a little sadness flashed in his eyes.

He had never liked anyone, and he didn't know how to like someone. He knew that a man like him would probably not be approached by any girl, so in this relationship, he had always been trying to accommodate Jiang Yanyi to the greatest extent.

As long as she didn't like it, he would not force herself to do it. For her reputation, he also tried his best not to do anything that would cause trouble to her.

But she was so evasive that she refused to even take an umbrella, which still hurt him a little.

When Feng Shuo was lost in thought, someone suddenly jumped into his arms, stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed him on the lips.

It was Jiang Yanyi who walked away and turned back.

"You don't take your old injuries seriously now, but I can't ignore them."

After she said this, she glared at him and ran away in the snow again. She turned around and waved to him at the corner: "I'm going back!"

Feng Shuo stood there in a daze with the umbrella in his hand. After a while, he touched his lips with his other hand, but he couldn't suppress the raised corners of his lips.

After Jiang Yanyi ran out of Feng Mansion, she stood with her back against the wall for a while, her heart pounding and her face burning as if it was about to burn.

It was obviously not the first time she kissed Feng Shuo, but the difference between being active and passive seemed to be quite big.

That idiot, she knew what he was thinking just by looking back from a distance!

Jiang Yanyi calmed down for a while before going back to the store.

Chef Yao and his group had gone back after dinner, and now only Qiu Kui and Chu Zhong were left in the store.

Because there were not enough rooms and Chu Zhong had to take care of Chu Yangui's daily life from time to time, he made a bed on the floor in Chu Yangui's room.

Qiu Kui left some rice on the stove for Jiang Yanyi. Jiang Yanyi ate it hastily, hung up the soup for tomorrow, and while Chu Yangui was still awake, added a charcoal basin to his room.

Chu Yangui was talking to the parrot. Seeing Jiang Yanyi enter the room, she asked, "Sister, did you buy this parrot?"

Jiang Yanyi said, "No, the palace next door gave it to us when we opened the shop."

"So that's how it is." Chu Yangui smiled innocently, but her eyes were indescribably complicated. "We moved today, thanks to the palace's carriage."

Feng Shuo had a bad reputation outside. People said he was cruel and brutal. Jiang Yanyi was afraid that Chu Yangui had some prejudice against Feng Shuo, so she said, "Everyone in the palace is very kind. When I first opened the shop here, there was a scoundrel making trouble, and it was the palace that stepped in to help us out."

When Jiang Yangui heard that someone had come to make trouble, her eyes became sharp, "Who was that scoundrel?"

"He was the nephew-in-law of the prefect Xie. He committed a crime and his whole family has been in prison." Jiang Yanyi added some oil to the oil lamp beside her. When she said this, her expression was calm, as if she had not worried about it for a long time, but Chu Yangui's hands under the quilt were still clenched a little.

He said, "Sister, I will not let you suffer this in the future."

The door was not closed properly, and a cold wind rushed in. The oil lamp was almost blown out by the cold wind. Jiang Yanyi quickly grabbed the bean-sized ball of light with her hand.

After Chu Zhong closed the door, the trembling light finally became bright in Jiang Yanyi's palm. She smiled: "Fortunately, the wind didn't blow out the light. Those things have passed. I was worried. Yan Gui, don't think too much. Go to bed early. I'm next door. Just call me if you have anything."

"I don't need to. Sister, you should go back and rest early."

After Jiang Yanyi left the room, Chu Yangui stared at the light on the table in a daze.

He was just a small flame that could not be extinguished under the protection of his sister. He had to become stronger quickly.

The next day, the housekeeper of Feng Mansion came to discuss the rental of the west wing with Jiang Yanyi early in the morning. It was said to be a discussion, but there was almost no need to discuss. No matter what configuration, the west wing of Feng Mansion was the best.

And last night, Feng Mansion had ordered people to brick up the gate leading to the west wing with bricks. Now people from Feng Mansion could not enter or leave the west wing. Jiang Yanyi had to break through the wall on his side.

Jiang Yanyi could only sigh that Feng Shuo was so fast, and for a moment he didn't know how to describe his feelings.

Butler Fu Xi handed the land deed to Jiang Yanyi, but did not collect the rent, saying that it was Feng Shuo's order.

That afternoon, Jiang Yanyi went to find Feng Shuo, who was reading in the room. He raised his head from the book, pinched her nose, and said helplessly and dotingly: "When will you stop thinking so much in your little head? Just take what I give you. You will be my wife sooner or later, and the entire royal family business will be handed over to you in the future. What's a courtyard?"

"But..."

"Instead of thinking about these nonsense, you might as well practice your handwriting." Feng Shuo took out the calligraphy copybook and handed it to her.

Jiang Yanyi's eyebrows drooped instantly: "No, no, I'm still busy in the shop."

Feng Shuo didn't know whether to laugh or be angry for a moment. He asked her: "Is it so difficult to practice calligraphy?"

Jiang Yanyi broke the jar and said: "Every profession has its own specialty."

Feng Shuo put down the scroll, looked out the window and said: "Forget it, you come with me out of the city, I'll take you to an interesting place."

"Where to?"

"You'll know when you get there."

Feng Shuo took Jiang Yanyi out of Xizhou City on horseback and went straight to the suburbs.

If Jiang Yanyi didn't trust this man completely, she would have suspected that he was going to take her to the wilderness to kidnap her.

The warhorse stopped in a plum forest. The heavy snow pressed down the branches, and the red plums were in full bloom, as beautiful as a painting.

Feng Shuo got off the horse first, put his hands through Jiang Yanyi's armpits, and took her off the horse like a child.

This plum forest was obviously seldom visited. There was not even a footprint on the snow. Occasionally, one or two dead grasses could be seen standing upright under the dark plum trees.

Jiang Yanyi was wearing a red velvet hood to protect her from the cold. The hood was trimmed with snow-white rabbit fur, which made her face look like it was protected from frost and snow.

"Where is this place? Why are there so many plum trees?" Jiang Yanyi asked while rubbing her hands and breathing out.

The snowy scenery of the plum forest is beautiful, but it's a bit freezing.

Feng Shuo wrapped her hand with his big palm and walked into the plum forest. "The most famous plum wine in Xizhou City is produced here. Where do you think this place is?"

After walking for a while, they smelled an intoxicating aroma of wine. Turning a corner, they saw a thatched cottage covered with snow.

There were several large vats for brewing wine outside the thatched cottage, and many wine jars were neatly arranged in the yard.

Before the two of them approached, an old man with gray hair walked out of the thatched cottage and asked Feng Shuo with a smile: "You are here, what kind of wine do you want?"

Feng Shuo said: "The same as always."

He looked down at Jiang Yanyi: "What kind of wine do you like to drink?"

Jiang Yanyi shook his head: "I don't drink."

"It's a pity to come here without a pot of good wine." He turned to the old man and said: "Another pot of fruit wine."

The old man responded and went to the back of the house to get the wine.

Feng Shuo was obviously a frequent visitor here. He went straight to the low place with bamboo mats on the side, sat on the futon in a leisurely manner, raised his eyebrows and said to Jiang Yanyi: "Sit down."

The bamboo window was half open, and he could see the plum forest outside.

Jiang Yanyi also walked over, knelt on the mat, looked at the view outside the window and said, "This is indeed an elegant place."

The old man quickly brought wine and drinks over. Feng Shuo's was a large pot, and hers was a small wine pot, but the wine bowls were all palm-sized earthenware bowls.

The old man smiled and said to Jiang Yanyi, "The fruit wine I brewed is not intoxicating, you can try it, young lady."

The appetizers were a plate of boiled peanuts and a plate of bean dregs cakes. They were not very exquisite food, but with the scenery and the wine, they were more artistic.

Jiang Yanyi felt that compared to this place, the layout of her hot pot restaurant was really just a pretense of elegance.

The flames in the small stove next to her were flickering, and mist was rising above the pot.

Feng Shuo poured a full bowl of wine and drank it in one gulp, with great generosity.

It was the first time Jiang Yanyi saw him drinking, and she was stunned for a moment, her eyes wide open.

Feng Shuo asked her: "Why are you looking at me?"

Jiang Yanyi said: "Well... I can't ride a horse, you should drink less."

If he gets drunk here, they may not be able to go back tonight.