I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Mrs. Kang is indeed one of the best tailors in old Beijing.

Vision and craftsmanship are poisonous.

Although Fu Xiang could do it, he hadn't really done it after all. Seeing his sweetheart's soul-stirring appearance at night, his heart burst open with a bang.

The heavy rain splashed all over the ground.

Fu Xiang's mind was rarely stuck, and he subconsciously replied, "Go...to my room?"

Su Yao only thought Fu Gezi was weird.

Just now, his eyes were deep and dark, and he dodged slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled down.

Su Yao could only explain with a smile: "My room is a bit messy and I haven't cleaned it up yet."

Fu Ling caught a glimpse of the dense water vapor behind the screen, the corner of the scattered clothes, and the cinnamon lying on the carpet, biting the end of the thread and having fun.

Cinnamon you...

Forget it.

Fu Ling roughly guessed the whole story as soon as he rolled his eyes. Looking at his silly cat, he didn't know what to scold or praise.

Whether you scold or praise, you can't let Guipi in in the future.

It’s fine for Boss Su to wear it like this for me to see, if he does it again, let others see...

Just thinking about it, Fu Gezi drank vinegar from the cellar.

Thinking of this, Fu Ling finally came back to his senses, cleared his throat with difficulty: "...Boss Su, wait a moment, the cassia has stained your clothes, I'll get you mine."

Su Yao smiled slightly: "Don't bother. I still have some to wear. This one is pretty good."

pretty good……

But beauty, you dress like this... I can't sit and chat with you.

In order to prevent himself from doing anything worse than a beast, Fu Xiang quickly ran back to the room to pick up a piece of clean clothes, and covered Su Yao's head.

Su Yao let the clothes cover his head, and Fu Ling wrapped it up for him in a hurry, and said seriously: "Boss Su is recovering from a serious illness, and the clothes are too thin. Mine is thick, let me change it."

Summer night showers, wind and rain continuous tide, is a bit damp and cold.

Su Yao thought about it, so she closed the door and went to change.

When I was tidying up my belt, I felt that Mr. Fu was a little strange tonight: Why did he keep getting stuck in talking?

Fu Xiang can still speak normally, it all depends on self-cultivation.

In the past, in the court hall, beauties were not unheard of, and there were many beauties in the northern and southern regions of the Western Regions.

Nothing like today.

Can't panic.

Probably, really tempted.

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, and with the sound of rain, he recalled the painting of beauties just now.

The gentleman was a little disappointed afterward.

I suddenly regretted not taking a second look.

I don't know when I will see such a beautiful appearance again.

Fu Gezi stood in front of the door, feeling ups and downs for a while.

Outside the eaves, the wind and rain are blowing, and the lights in the room are dimly lit, reflecting the cascading small water splashes aroused by the steps.

Thick and dense, tick tock.

Fu Ling thought about it for a while, and then saw the door opened again.

Su Yao hugged Guipi, opened the door with one hand, and came out sideways: "Please trouble Mr. Fu, let's go."

Fu Gezi looked at Su Yao from head to toe, and was startled again.

He is taller than Su Yao, so this moon white coat is not very close to the body, but looks a bit...loose.

The long sleeves hang down, revealing the white wrist bones; the neckline is also low, which loosely covers the light jacket inside; the waist can't be tucked in, and Su Yao's slender waist appears when she walks around.

The black hair with water droplets still wet the front skirt bit by bit.The smell of wet bath beans mixed with the aroma of lush vegetation wrapped in his homely clothes.

Fu Ling couldn't help but feel a little bit shaken.

And mind fluttering.

Su Yao didn't think of the absolute temptation of "wearing a boyfriend's shirt after taking a shower", otherwise he would definitely understand Fu Gezi's current mood.

Fu Gezi is a bit beautiful.

And a little bit more.

But he is a gentleman of good conduct.

So put on a calm and upright air, very restrained, sat down opposite Su Yao.

Calling Guipi again, frowning: "Don't let people hug you all the time, your hands are sore."

Su Yao's embrace was very soft, Guipi refused to leave, and rubbed against it again.

And loosen the collar a little.

Fu Xiang's heart froze, and he frowned again: "Come down."

Cinnamon let out a "meow", feeling extremely wronged.

Just now I let you see the beauty out of the bath, don't give me any credit for co-authoring.

Su Yao only sighed again: Mr. Fu is always the master wherever he is.

It was the first time I saw the pitiful big orange all day long.

Guipi opened her round eyes wide, screamed, jumped off Su Yao, and played with the end of the thread.

Su Yao folded his clothes a little, saw the small bowl of meatball soup, and smiled lightly: "Mr. Fu, haven't you eaten yet?"

The lights are full, the beauty's lips are red and her teeth are white, her eyes are like clear springs, and the water is rippling.

When Su Yao smiled, Fu Ling was dazzled, suppressed his emotions, and Fang gave Su Yao half of it: "It was still hot just now, but now it's just right."

Fu Gezi's daily habit of feeding at will.

During the time he lived in the bookstore, Su Yao's appetite was overwhelming.

Su Yao just made pork balls and chicken balls. He cooked them in a small pot of fresh, fragrant and tender meatball soup. He added shredded eggs and chopped coriander to the clear white soup base, and picked two white ceramics with red cherries on them. The bowl is ready.

It was originally served with sesame shortbread tomorrow morning, but seeing Ah Yan and Fu Gezi's hard work, I will serve it as a supper first.

Speaking of writing, Su Yao swallowed a small ball and started a conversation: "It has been more than two years since Mr. Fu signed a contract with my bookstore."

Fu Ling let out a "hmm" and then smiled again: "At first, Boss Qi was always in contact. Boss Su was in Beijing, and he fell ill again when he came back, so we never saw each other."

If I hadn't gone to press for the manuscript, I'm afraid I won't be able to see it all the time.

Su Yao frowned: "Although the Su's bookstore is not small, it has always been deserted. Mr. Fu didn't dislike it, and he was willing to sign the first book with my family back then."

Fu Gezi was like that at the beginning, and he had nothing to do after being idle for a long time.

Write it down, sign it up.

Fu Ling thought so in his heart, but he didn't answer.

What an exquisite and thoughtful person he is, with a little connection with the cause and effect, he can figure out what Su Yao is going to talk about.

Fu Ling put down the small porcelain spoon: "Boss Su today..." He couldn't help being silent for a while when he recalled the situation just now, and raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Su Yao had been pondering the words for a few days before, but now she swallowed them again when she met Fu Ling's eyes as black as black jade through the bright lights.

It stands to reason that the children of the gentry at this age would not live in the place where the ancestral home is located.

With Mr. Hetai's talent and learning, he either studied in Beijing or became an official.

Not only stayed in the old capital, but also moved to another place, so I can only live at home.

Su Yao stroked it again, but still felt that there were some words that he couldn't say well.

He considered it over and over again, and only raised his eyes and smiled: "It's not an important matter. Recently, the Zhu family's incident has caused a lot of trouble in the city. I think the screening at the proofreading department will be stricter. Mr. Fu is writing a new book now, I just want to remind you."

Fu Ling smiled slightly: Avoid the serious and take the light.

What happened to the Zhu family was not because of the book, but because of the person who wrote the book.

He knew in his heart that Su Yao wanted to ask about his identity, but because of his temper or other things, he didn't know how to open his mouth.

Fu Ling slightly raised his eyebrows and leaned against the back of the chair.

He actually didn't want to say much.

Famous people often have a problem. They want to strip off the halo of fame and show the world their true self.

Fu Ling grew up in Beijing at an early age. He was born in the Fu family in the western capital. He was a marquis of a full family. Wan, also played with the princes in the palace since childhood.

As far as he can remember, when people talk about him, they are "the eldest son of the Fu family", "the eldest son of Fu Zhongcheng", "the eldest grandson of Fu Laoshangshu", and when he is older, he is "the prince's companion to read", and after that, he is "the eldest son of the Fu family". Fu Xiang".

After writing a storybook, Su Yao called him "Mr. Fu" one by one.

Nowadays, when people talk about the name "Fu Xiang" or "Fu Ling", they still think of the powerful young prime minister.

Maybe there are some comments like cruelty, vicious mouth and black hands.

But peel off these skins, Fu Ling is just a young scholar with some spare money, some knowledge of poetry and books, lazy and greedy, and fond of big oranges.

Perhaps slightly better looking than others?

Smarter?

Higher vision?

Fu Ling didn't like that layer of skin at all, and now he doesn't want to wear it anymore.

He doesn't want to be Mr. Fu again, he just wants to be Mr. Hetai from the old capital.

Therefore, he didn't really want to let Su Yao always remember his identity as Fu Xiang when Su Yao was not tempted.

If possible, he would like to lose his identity, as well as the stereotype of this identity that the world has.

But at this moment, the wind and rain knock on the window in summer night, the lights are bright, and the grass and trees are fragrant.

Fu Ling's sweetheart sat across from him and wanted to ask him about his identity.

Still dressed like this.

Just dressed like that.

Fu Xiang was in the middle of the top, and the top was slightly tangled.

Beauty tricks have proven to be useful.

Divide people.

Fu Ling pondered for a while, and finally made up his mind: "I have known Boss Su for a long time, but because of some things, I didn't sign the contract with my real name."

Su Yao looked up, and saw Fu Ling frowned: "I have a close relationship with Boss Su, so I should tell Boss Su."

The lights were so bright that the candles flickered, and a drop of candle tears fell down the white candle body.

Fu Xiang raised the corner of his mouth lightly: "Boss Su, my name is Fu Ling."

The wind and rain were slanting and dense, Fu Xiang was slightly startled when he saw his beauty, and nodded.

Then reached out and cut a candle.

Eyelids did not move.

Fu Xiang, who was full of words, said: ...?

Why is there no reaction at all?

Have you never heard of the name Fu Ling?

Don't you know it's Fu Xiang's name?

Fu Ling choked suddenly, almost thinking that he didn't understand clearly enough: "I am a descendant of the Fu family in Xidu, and the tomb is the tomb of the mountain."

Su Yao looked at his serious eyes, and was slightly stunned: "Ah..."

After a pause, he frowned again: "Mr. Fu's name sounds nice."

I also think it sounds good.

But... that's it?

and then?

Fu Xiang suddenly felt a kind of unwillingness and frustration of pretending to be a failure.

No, Boss Su also went to Beijing to take the exam anyway, haven't you heard of Mr. Fu in Beijing?

Although Boss Su had resigned long ago when he was in Beijing, and the people in Beijing didn't dare to talk about it or bring it up, but is he so outdated when he is a majestic Mr. Fu?

Fu Xiang didn't want the beauty to know his identity, but the beauty really didn't know, or even heard of it, and he was suddenly frustrated.

Co-authoring me to do the left photo is the same as if I haven't done it?

My sweetheart doesn't know?

Fu Xiang didn't show off, he was very unwilling to give up, and mentioned in a roundabout way: "Speaking of my family, there is Mrs. Fu, does Boss Su know?"

Su Yao praised: "Of course I know. Mr. Fu's second younger brother is indeed young and promising."

what?

Isn't he "Master Xiao Fu"?

When did "Master Fu" call him?

Fu Xiang didn't care about this title before, but now he suddenly cared and frowned.

Master Xiao Fu, who was eight hundred miles away, sneezed several times while he was approving the letter.

The more Su Yao didn't know, the more Fu Xiang was unwilling to reconcile, firmly suppressed his reluctance, and simply said directly: "It's not him. It was a young left minister in the prime ministers of the country, Fu Xiangfu, Mr. Fu, Has Boss Su heard of it?"

Yes, the one named Fu Ling!

it's me!It's me!

I'm not great!Praise me!

The villain in Fu Xiang's heart actively raised his hands and shouted, but Su Yao couldn't hear him.

Listening from Su Yao's point of view, Mr. Fu first said his name, then mentioned his background, and then mentioned the official position of his younger brother in the family. Then, who is the official position of this sentence in the family?

However, the Fu family of Xidu has always been powerful, and it is nothing to be a young prime minister.

In the future, Teacher Tianzi will still belong to your family.

Su Yao didn't think about the big idle pigeon in front of him at all, and just praised: "The Fu family in Xidu really has prosperous descendants, with hairpin tassels for generations."

Fu Xiang stared at the beauty's ordinary daily smile, and felt frustrated for a moment.

It seems that my left is quite the same as if I have never done it.

Master Xiao Fu did quite successfully.

Eight hundred miles away, Master Xiao Fu sneezed again.

Fu Ling, who had completely failed in pretending, suppressed his emotions and sipped his tea silently.

Forget it, if you don’t know, you don’t know, don’t you want him to know?

Fu Xiang was twisted like a pickle in his heart, so he stopped humiliating himself and wiped away the words: "Thanks to Boss Su's ridiculous praise."

Su Yao took advantage of the situation to be polite again.

He pondered over what he said just now, and only felt that the conversation was quite smooth.

Hearing Fu Gezi's tone, it didn't make much difference when he mentioned the official position of someone else in his family.

I will probably be able to write with peace of mind in the future.

If... If I keep writing, will I live in Jiujing forever?

The raindrops made the bricks and tiles jingle, and Su Yao had some strange emotions again.

Su Yao didn't know that when he was embarrassed, the tips of his ears would turn red involuntarily.

So Fu Ling can always see it.

The lights were burning, the beauty's clothes were slightly loose, her long eyelashes drooped, and the tips of her ears were slightly red.

Fu Xiang's eyes darkened again.