[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

Pei Zhi coquettishly changed into a set of Yan Zhi's clothes. Yan Zhi was a little shorter than Pei Zhi. The clothes stuck to her body and were a bit short, but they were suitable and wearable.

No matter how thick-skinned Yan Qi is, it’s hard to get dressed when being stared at by such a pair of big eyes, “Why, you’re not leaving yet?”

"You're not feeling well." Pei Zhi stood in front of the bed like a wooden pole, doing nothing but looking at Yan Xi with a pair of eyes that seemed to have been crying.

The corner of Yan Qi's mouth twitched and she said expressionlessly, "You can go, I don't need you to be responsible. You just need to help me keep this secret. It doesn't matter if you don't keep it, as long as you are tough enough."

Yan Qi sneered, as long as Pei Zhi dared to tell the truth, the sword piercing the throat would be faster than his mouth.

"I..." Pei Zhi hesitated, looking like he was about to cry again, "Am I just your... tool?"

The emotional entanglement is at the front, but I haven't heard the last sentence at all.

Yan Qi was helpless. In the past, she had no intention of doing this, but now she seems to have offended someone she cannot afford to offend.

Why, this guy still has a virginity factor, I can’t stand it.

Despite the tangled look on her face, Yan Qi still felt a little secretly happy in her heart, as if her tightly wrapped little heart had been carefully poked with a finger, making her feel sour and sweet.

The clothes on his body were a bit too small and he was too tight. His heart seemed to be strangled. As he walked on the road, he thought of His Royal Highness driving him away and felt like he couldn't breathe.

It’s just helping each other, you don’t take it seriously, do you?

His Royal Highness the Prince was leaning on the bedside, wearing a purple-gold robe with a collar and a right hem, and a colorful silk girdle around his waist. His hair was spread behind him, which made Yan Ju's whole body noble and distant.

Pei Zhi really wanted to say, "I just can't afford it," but looking at His Highness the Crown Prince's cold, devoid of warmth eyes, Pei Zhi felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his body, the blood all over his body had solidified, and the deafening heartbeat seemed to have Be still in that moment.

"What?" The prince looked at Pei Zhi who was looking lost. "If it doesn't work, I will promote you more in the officialdom in the future."

Pei Zhi still didn't speak.

"You can't be too greedy." He heard the prince say again.

Pei Zhi walked to the door of his house in a daze. He looked up and saw a familiar figure at the door, smiling at him with a gossipy face.

But Pei Zhi had no energy at the moment. He didn't want to care about anything or see anyone.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Are you pretending you can't see me?" Yan Weiyi smiled mysteriously and stretched out his arms to wrap around Pei Zhi's neck.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?" Pei Zhi said coldly, looking listless.

"What's wrong with you? Something's wrong. Your sweetheart dumped him?" Yan Weiyi stretched his face in front of Pei Zhi and glanced up and down.

Hmm...why is this mouth broken? The clothes also seem a bit too small.

But the image of the innocent little chick that Pei Zhi created in Yan Weiyi's mind was too vivid, and Yan Weiyi didn't think about it elsewhere.

No matter which pot he didn't open, Pei Zhi lifted Yan Weiyi's arm on his shoulder and threw it away. His voice was as cold as ice, "You have something to say."

"Hey, let me tell you." Yan Weiyi made a gesture of whispering.

"I had something to go to see the general this morning, and guess what I saw?" Yan Weiyi became excited at a speed visible to the naked eye, looked up and around, and whispered after confirming that no one was there.

"I went to see the general this morning and found Mr. Song was here, you know..." Yan Weiyi was a little embarrassed to say it when faced with such an innocent little chick.

Yan Weiyi raised his head, met Pei Zhi's speechless eyes, and said anxiously, "That's it, they are together, together in another sense, you should understand, right?" At the end of Yan Weiyi's words, his tone became A careful exploration.

"Don't talk about other people's affairs behind their backs." Pei Zhi was unselfish.

"Hey, I'm telling you this because I treat you as a brother." Yan Weiyi called out, "I didn't tell you about the others."

"Okay, I understand." Pei knew, "If there is anything else, I will go back."

"Wait, wait, don't worry." Yan Weiyi acted like a brother, "I came to you today mainly for other things."

"Tell me." Pei Zhi rubbed his sore forehead.

"I heard that Yichunlou has become famous recently. She is as beautiful as a fairy. She is as beautiful as a fish or a wild goose, and is as beautiful as a flower when the moon is closed." Yan Weiyi salivated as he described it, "No, I want to find someone to accompany me. Go and take a look, none of them are going, so they are thinking of you."

"The main thing is I want to show you the world." Yan Weiyi tried to cover up.

"No." Pei Zhi refused, "Go by yourself."

"Don't, it's boring to go alone..." Yan Weiyi walked around Pei Zhi, talking like a spittle.

The last words came, "Please, brother!"

Pei Zhi was really impatient with the noise, so he had to accept it casually.

……

At noon, the sun was high in the sky, and Shi Yu lay on the old man's chair and rested under the tree. The sunlight passed through the leaves and hit Shi Yu's face. His eyelashes like butterfly wings flapped in the sunlight, casting a small shadow.

Her lips are bright red, and there are some red plums on her neck.

Two rabbits, one was nesting quietly in Shiyu's arms, and the other was jumping around with its little nose twitching, non-stop.

The two rabbits here in Song Cian were raised just right. They were neither too big nor too small in their arms. Their white hair turned a light golden color when the sun illuminated them.

Unlike Shi Yu, who fed the two rabbits into a pile, just holding them was a strenuous task.

With his eyes on his left side, he looked at his nose, and his nose looked at his heart. He was doing his duty and cleaning the courtyard in an orderly manner.

My son must have quite a lot of property in the capital. One day his money was coming in just like running water, so why didn't he just buy a few more servants? Zuo Yu was a little depressed.

However, Emperor Yan seemed to have given the two of them a mansion as a wedding gift.

I heard that the mansion seemed to be the mansion of a certain prince from the previous dynasty, and then it became vacant until now.

When we arrive at the big mansion, it’s time to recruit people! Maybe he could even work as a housekeeper or something.

Thinking of this, Zuo Yu felt that his whole body was full of strength, and the broom in his hand was swung more vigorously.

A few more leaves slowly fell down on the swept ground. Zuo Yu was not annoyed and ran over to clean it up again.

Shiyu needs something lighter today, and Song Cian will cook it himself.

The rice cooked by Zuo Yu was only edible, with no taste or smell.

Now that Shi Yu was here, Zuo Yu was driven out of the kitchen.

"Where is the general?" The old woman sat on a chair and turned the prayer beads in her hand. In front of her was the maid who had just entered.