I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Fu Xiang originally wanted to leave.

But Su Yao said so, so it is impossible for Fu Xiang to leave.

Although Su Yao's tone should be just casually asking, but with this mood, tone, and weather...

That's what it means to ask people to stay.

Fu Xiang's reading comprehension has always been excellent.

So Fu Xiang tucked up the quilt for the beauty: "It's windy and thunderous outside, how scary. I won't leave, I will accompany you."

Before Su Yao could open her mouth again, she quickly went to wash her face.

Fu Gezi got up together, and Su Yaofang became sober.

Seeing people washing up, I feel embarrassed to speak up and drive them away.

Cai didn't mean to keep people on purpose, but when he asked the last question, he was a little bit reluctant.

Is it reluctant to give up the warm embrace, or is it reluctant to give up this big pigeon?

Su Yao couldn't help pulling up the quilt and covering her eyes.

... have it all.

As soon as his mood fluctuated, and there were other people in the room, he was not too sleepy for a while.

After the pigeon washed up, he patted him lightly through the quilt: "I want to sleep outside."

Su Yao moved, got up again, and spread the inner quilt for him.

The first time is born and the second time is familiar...

Su Yao spread the quilt for the big pigeon, and it became more and more smooth.

This is a thin quilt made of bamboo leaves patterned with silver threads on the bed. The tentacles are soft and slippery, delicate and delicate. It is rare that it is cold but not icy.

Manager Meng is very thoughtful, the dark lines of silver threads and the light crimson curtains are a complete set.

Fu Xiang was satisfied.

Although he couldn't sleep on the same quilt with the beauty, there was a beauty who spread the quilt with her own hands.

Happy.

After the happy Fu Xiang lay down, he moved to Su Yao's side again.

Su Yao retreated a little, and Fu Xiang squeezed closer.

Su Yao was silent, and simply did not move.

Fu Xiang was stunned for a moment, then moved closer.

He was separated by two thin quilts, next to his arm was Su Yao's hand.

Su Yao didn't hide from the close distance.

Tonight's Fu Xiang, his heart once again roared like a tsunami.

Su Yao's acceptance and initiative made him very excited.

Fu Ling was very happy, very happy, extremely happy.

After bouncing around for a while, I felt that it was time to go further.

It is better to hit the sun than to choose a day. Since the roots have taken root, it is better to water quickly.

It just so happened that the wind and rain were fine and it was a good time to whisper.

Fu Ling called first, "Boss Su?"

Su Yao's heart was also fluctuating, so he didn't sleep naturally. After answering, he heard Fu Ling whisper: "I'm not too sleepy, Boss Su, talk to me?"

Su Yao nodded.

Thinking again that Fu Ling couldn't see it, he said directly: "What does Mr. Fu want to say?"

Fu Ling paused for a moment: "The Dongshan area is all the courtyards of the famous families in the old capital. The terrain is good, the scenery is good, and there is a soup spring, so many people first occupied it and turned it into a large courtyard for recuperation."

It sounds like small talk.

Su Yao couldn't sleep either, so he smiled and said, "It's indeed a good place to escape the summer heat. Mr. Fu's Dongshan courtyard is very cool and transparent, with lush flowers and trees, and you can enjoy the coolness everywhere."

Fu Ling laughed in a low voice: "Really? But in fact, these other courtyards have other uses. Many rich families use the other courtyards in Dongshan as their wedding houses."

He bit down on the word "marriage room" a little bit, and Su Yao's heart skipped a beat.

This is of course nonsense.Marriage of a rich family requires worshiping the ancestral hall, meeting the elders, welcoming guests and sending them off. The etiquette is heavy, and they are rarely chosen in other courtyards.

But Fu Xiang, a person like Fu Xiang who has no direct relationship with his elders and is very capable of making decisions, naturally marries wherever he likes, and lives wherever he likes after marriage.

Su Yao began to feel nervous again.

The room was suddenly quiet, and the sound of wind and rain outside the window became clearer.

Fu Ling raised the corner of his mouth: "So many of the furnishings in the other courtyard are one-on-one. Boss Su also saw it?"

Su Yao was in a hurry, but when Fu Ling asked, Su Yao had no choice but to answer: "...I see."

Fu Ling smiled again: "Boss Su thinks, does it look good?"

Su Yao's face couldn't help being hot, and he let out a small "hmm".

"Boss Meng has always been very good at picking things, he has a very good eye."

Fu Ling put the words aside for a while, but the atmosphere became more and more ambiguous.

There was a faint rumble of thunder in the sky, and the heavy rain was still falling.

If Fu Ling didn't explain such a thought-provoking remark, the implication was already very obvious.

The two were silent for a long time, and Su Yao didn't seem to have the intention to answer.

Fu Ling smiled again, and took the initiative to say: "This is my yard, since it is so, I also plan to use this place as a wedding room."

Su Yao was silent.

With two thin quilts separated, Fu Ling could hold Su Yao's hand with a slight movement.

At this moment, Fu Xiang felt a little nervous.

After all, it is clear that speaking out is different.

Fu Ling was very solemn.

Although the scene of sharing the same bed is not what he expected.

The time and place are all wrong, and there is no token of love.

But with Su Yao's temperament, taking the initiative again and again tonight is already tantamount to liking.

At least [-]% of the orifices are opened.

You can break the window paper.

It must be him who picks the window paper.

Fu Xiangzheng is planning to do it.

He took a breath, and continued to whisper: "I have the idea of ​​making the other courtyard a wedding room, and I have arranged it here. Naturally, it has been carefully considered."

"So the person I brought to the other courtyard was not someone else. It was my sweetheart. I wanted to marry him. He was in Jiujing, right here."

Fu Xiang stabilized his mind and finished speaking, but after he finished speaking, he became more and more nervous.

He was at a loss for a long time, looking forward to it, and flustered with joy.

The wind and rain outside the window lasted for a long time, the sound of rain everywhere, together with the rustling of green bamboos all over the courtyard, and even the howling waves of the mountain wind sweeping through the forest, all clearly broke into his ears.

Fu Ling's heart was filled with these voices, but he didn't hear the voices beside him for a long time.

Fu Ling couldn't help but pause.

The waves in his heart subsided by half in an instant, and he was stunned, his mind seemed to go blank.

...as if it shouldn't be.

He was clearly sure that Su Yao already had a good impression of him, so he said these words with certainty.

But why...

Unwilling to be reconciled, Fu Xiang tilted his head slightly, and heard the calm and long breathing of the person next to his pillow.

Fu Ling fell silent.

When he got closer, he found that Su Yao had indeed fallen asleep.

A thunder flashed outside, and Fu Xiang was stunned.

He went back to the conversation just now in a daze, and found that after his hint, after a long silence, Su Yao never spoke again...

Did you tell Lei the truth about the affectionate confession just now? ? ?

The bright lightning flashed outside, as if telling Fu Xiang that he heard it.

Fu Gezi was unhappy for a while.

uncomfortable.

want to cry.

oh oh oh.

Although he teased and teased all day long, such solemn words were only uttered after several layers of psychological construction.

Didn't you hear it?

Fu Gezi was annoyed, but he didn't dare to make any big moves, so he could only sulking under the thin quilt.

Just now, I felt that the time and place were wrong, and there was no token of love, and the one who hurriedly confessed to the shelves would surely fail.

He should have thought earlier that just now when he came back with Su Yao in his arms, Su Yao was so sleepy that he fell asleep, and speaking in such a deep and slow voice, wouldn't it be hypnotizing...

Important words should be said standing, sitting, hugging, and lying down, won’t people fall asleep?

Fu Ge was very angry for a while.

The wind and rain continued outside the window, and Fu Ge gradually calmed down after lying down for half a day in the smoldering fire.

Because of the aggrieved feeling just now, he couldn't help but think of the incident of voluntarily revealing his identity but failed a long time ago.

Thinking of his former identity as left minister, Fu Ling finally calmed down.

Su Yao still doesn't know his identity.

Fu Ling is no longer Prime Minister of the Left, although he himself doesn't care about it, and even wants to peel off this layer of skin very much, but outsiders, even close friends like Pei Yi, still call him "Prime Minister Fu" from time to time.

In fact, Su Yao should have known.

But how to say this?

As soon as Fu Ling was worried, he suddenly felt that it was good that Su Yao hadn't heard.

In case he agrees, he will tell Su Yao his identity later, and he doesn't know how Su Yao will react.

Maybe he was frightened for a while and ran away, but in the end he was happy for nothing.

After all, people just regard him as an ordinary son of the Fu family in Xidu, who is idle, not doing business, and has a little money, Mr. Huaben, not as good as his second brother...

Thinking of Mr. Fu who was eight hundred miles away, Xiang Fu felt unhappy again.

He was so worried that he scratched his head for a moment, so he simply put it down and waited for a long-term plan.

Otherwise, I still have to ask my master to see how to deal with this matter...?

Fu Xiang thought about it for a long time, and the comfortable tiredness after soaking in the hot spring came back heavily. He closed his eyes and fell asleep amid the sound of the wind and rain.

The next morning, it was still cloudy and rainy.

Fu Ling opened his eyes, only to find that Su Yao had already woken up.

Glancing at him, he turned away slightly: "Morning, Mr. Fu."

It seemed that he really didn't hear it.

Fu Ling didn't feel too lost after sleeping all night.

If you can say it the first time, you can say it the second time.

The more you speak, the more proficient you are.

Fu Xiang was right at all, and began to re-plan the matter of breaking the window paper, so he nodded and smiled: "Morning, Boss Su. How long have you been awake, why can't you get up?"

Su Yao lowered her eyes, shrunk back into the quilt again, and said softly: "Seeing that Mr. Fu is sleeping soundly, I didn't dare to move for fear of waking you up."

This early in the morning, Fu Ge was suddenly moved.

After the beauty started to take the initiative, the whole world was different.

Beauty is so nice.

Beauty keep it up!

Fu Ge happily got up to wash up, and was happily wiping his face when he heard a knock on the door: "Master?"

It's Ah Yan.

Fu Ge now has the confidence to open the door directly: "What's the matter?"

Seeing him, Ah Yan still frowned.

Fu Ge doesn't care: as long as the beauty likes me.

He was very calm, so Ah Yan lowered his eyes even more.

But it happened quite suddenly, Ah Yan only suppressed his anger: "Uncle Qi sent someone to deliver a message, saying that something happened in the shop."

Su Yao had just packed up and hurried over: "What's the matter?"

"Don't worry, son."

Ah Yan said something to comfort him first, then turned around and closed the door before he opened it carefully: "Probably it has nothing to do with our shop. Qi Bo said that an old man came to ask about "Selected Works of Qingshi", and he said yes, I want to see the original manuscript of Qingshi Anthology."

Su Yao couldn't help being puzzled: "Wenxuan even preserves the handwriting, which is no different from the manuscript."

Ah Yan nodded: "Qi Bo said the same thing, but he insisted on reading it. Looking at the old man's expression, it didn't seem like a good thing, and he refused to explain everything clearly. When Qi Bo asked, he only said, Wen Xuan This matter is all taken over by the young master, and I have to wait for you to go back, young master."

This is strange.

Fu Ling thought for a while: "What's this person's last name?"

"Qi Bo said that he only called himself Gao."

Fu Ling thought about it again, but was startled.

Su Yao only raised his head: "Mr. Fu, this matter is really strange. I may have stayed in the other courtyard for a long time, so I'm afraid I have to go back here."

Fu Ling originally planned to spend the Qixi Festival in the other courtyard, but it seems that the other courtyard is too deserted, it is not as good as the Lantern Night Market in the old capital, which has an atmosphere of being in pairs.

And plans can't keep up with changes.

If the surname is Gao, you have to go back.

Fu Ling only raised the corner of his mouth: "I'll go back with you."