I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Fu Ling was silent for a while, and Su Yao's ears turned red.

Before Su Yao said that, Fu Ling really had no wishful thinking.

After all, he has been feeling distressed and anxious for the past two days. Seeing the red mark left by a scrape of skin on Su Yao's arm made him extremely uncomfortable, so he had no other thoughts about Su Yao who was naked.

But Su Yao said so.

Fu Ling suddenly felt a scorching heat in his chest.

The sunlight was clear, translucent and clean, and when it fell into the room, a thin layer of light covered Su Yao's body, from his long black hair to his fair legs, and unreservedly outlined the curves of his body.

The quilt is too thin, so if you cover it up, it will cause people to have continuous reverie.

Fu Ling looked at Su Yao's fair and slender legs, and suddenly felt dry mouth.

Su Yao couldn't speak anymore, maybe she was too cramped, her neck and shoulders were slightly red, and she was only buried in the quilt.

This is an indigo brocade quilt.

Fu Ling never seemed to think that Su Yao was so white.

Take a look, then hurriedly stagger your eyes.

The impact of this picture was too great, and the pigeon was stunned for a while, feeling that it hadn't recovered.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let Pei Yi go out...

Fu Ge glanced at the thin layer of quilt on Su Yao's body again.

I swallowed my saliva.

It is impossible to lift it... Fu Gezi is afraid that if he lifts it, he will really do something worse than a beast.

Su Yao is still ill, it's not the right time to do...do it.

At least you have to wait for someone!

Touching people at this time is really scum!

No.

I'm a good pigeon, I can't be such a beast.

Fu Ling held the medicine box tightly, stared blankly for a while, then managed to regain his sanity, breathed a sigh of relief, and tuned into an upright voice: "I...I won't move, but the medicine has to be wiped off for you. "

Su Yao crouched under the quilt and gave a small "hmm".

I felt hot all over again, and couldn't move anymore.

Fu Ling suppressed his anger, and slowly sat closer.

Su Yao remained motionless.

There was also a scar on the heel of his leg, probably cut by gravel, Fu Ling touched the quilt just now to wipe this scar.

The cut had scabbed over, leaving only a dark red color on Su Yao's plain skin, and Fu Ling's breathing quickened a bit.

It's not easy to lift right now, so he pressed the quilt to expose the scar completely, closed his eyes and said silently several times "Su Yao is sick, Su Yao is sick, Su Yao is sick, I'm a good person, I'm a good person, I'm a good person", then Get started again.

When Fu Ling's hand touched Su Yao, Su Yao froze.

The position of the thigh root...

Fu Ling took the medicine lightly, and after wiping it off, Su Yao felt... his whole body was many times more sensitive.

He buried his face and wiped it off, it was hot from the inside to the outside.

Fu Ling was also scorching hot.

Both of them had evil thoughts in their hearts. After applying the medicine, the whole room was silent for a long time.

The pigeon panicked for a while before remembering: "...the weather is getting colder and colder, I'd better cover you up."

As soon as he spoke, he felt that his voice was a little hoarse.

Su Yao also heard it.

He became more and more embarrassed and dared not raise his head.

Seeing that he was silent, Fu Ling knew he was losing his composure, so he tiptoedly picked up the quilt.

Wrap Su Yao tightly.

Not even a toe was exposed.

Finally, there was no mind-shaking picture, and the pigeon finally felt calmer.

It was just a plop, plop, like beating a big drum.

But after panic there is emptiness.

For the first time, the pigeon came up with an animal thought with impure motives: I want Su Yao right away.

It's a test of human nature to see that it can't be eaten.

And after the pigeon has withstood the test, there is no feeling that the soul has been sublimated.

The soul is empty.

Also very lonely.

Pigeon sat on the side of the couch as lonely as snow again, when suddenly he heard a knock on the door.

Pei Yi came back again: "Open the door."

Fu Ling cleared his throat and hurried over: "What's wrong?"

Pei Yi brought another plate of breakfast, but said: "Let's see if you two have finished your medicine. I actually left just now."

He looked Fu Ling up and down, and landed on Fu Ling's neat clothes: "It's pretty good, there is no Xiaobie Sheng newlywed, and there is no misfire."

Su Yao lay down on the couch, her face turned red with just a brush.

Pigeon has a lonely sense of honor: "You can always rest assured."

"I'll come next time."

Pei Yi put down the dinner plate, and then had a few words with Fu Ling.

Fu Ling was surprised: "Can it be so fast?"

"Don't torment others these two days, you can recover so quickly."

Pei Yi sighed, "I told you before, but you just didn't believe it. This time is dangerous, but as long as you can wake up, you will be weak for a while, which is different from the previous one where your foundation is weak. Let's calm down for a while ,eat more."

Seeing Fu Ling's expression, Pei Yi realized that he was really relieved.

After a few more words of advice, he also left.

Mr. Pei said these two sentences, which eased the ambiguous and scorching atmosphere in many rooms.

Su Yao turned his face and saw Fu Ling picking out breakfast: "What do you want to eat?"

Fu Ling looked at him, and Su Yao was not too embarrassed, so he said softly, "Have some porridge."

Fu Ling put the porridge bowl on the bedside: "I'd better help you turn it over."

Su Yao nodded, and then realized that Fu Ling was holding his shoulders through the thin quilt, and he was still lying flat with his strength.

Fu Ling paused, stretched out his hand to gently wrap his neck and shoulders, and pulled out the quilt behind him.

Su Yao leaned on his arm, warm breath approached, and his heart was full of waves.

Fu Ling's heartbeat also accelerated, but it was much better than before.

Sitting down, scooping up a small spoonful of porridge, said in a low voice, "Eat more."

This time Su Yao still only ate half of it, but after three or four days, he could eat a whole bowl.

Although Fu Ling walked away from time to time, his meals were almost always there, and he seldom gave his hands to others. Pei Yi fed him once, and Xiao Fu came to feed him twice.

It is really boring to recuperate from illness, and Su Yao has only met these three people.

And the hidden guard, when Fu Ling left in a hurry, he finished reading the scriptures to Su Yao.

Fu Ling said that both Cheng An and Qi Bo were still in the bookstore to take care of the business. Cheng An was going to come, but a secret guard he knew was injured, so he stayed in the store to take care of the secret guard.

Cheng An fell from the roof that day and happened to land in a backyard.Fortunately, this courtyard is the house of the violent Old General Cheng.

Old General Cheng's little grandson was practicing calligraphy on the porch, and he was taken aback.

This old general is not easy to mess with, the staff today just happened to let Cheng An go in order to prevent them from abusing others.

The old general's family received timely treatment, and Cheng'an was only slightly scratched, so the poisoning was not deep, and he soon recovered.

Although the people Fu Ling and Song Jin arranged beside A Yan and Su Yao were not so lucky, they managed to save nearly two-thirds of them sporadically.

However, there are probably not too many people who can continue to be hidden guards.

Fu Ling sent all these people to the Fu family's farm to be raised by the admiral.

Dark Guard Bing stayed at Su Yao's bookstore.

Although there are injuries everywhere, but the Habayashi guards and the old capital's intricate Gaomen teamed up, and the entire old capital is also very calm.

The arrow that the Empress Dowager struck was not fatal, but it quenched the poison.Today's health is getting worse and worse, and rumors of the little emperor's grandson have quietly spread in the old capital.

Beijing and China are even more uproarious.

These after-dinner chats have nothing to do with the lives of ordinary people.

Whoever sits on the throne is good, as long as he can seek the well-being of the people, build a community for the common people, be lenient and benevolent, respect the virtuous and corporal, he will be a good king of the country.

In such a peaceful atmosphere, Old Beijing ushered in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

A bright moon was hanging high, but Su Yao couldn't go out to see it, even the window was closed by Fu Ling: "It's cold in the night, you can just get up, so forget it."

Su Yao leaned on the couch: "It's so boring that you can't even look at the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"You're well, we still have many Mid-Autumn Festivals, don't worry."

Fu Ling held his hand and smiled softly, Su Yao also nodded.

Slightly drooping eyes, he thought again: "Master Xiao Fu isn't coming?"

There were few people during the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, he was in the old Beijing government office, Qi Bo couldn't come, and Ah Yan couldn't get well. Originally it was said that the big and small Fu Gezi came to have dinner together, but Xiao Fu couldn't explain it.

Fu Xiaogezi didn't want to come here and be given dog food.

Spending the long days of the full moon man, what is he doing between the two of them.

Besides, even his face was the same as his brother's, and having him one more didn't add much excitement.

It happened that several officials and Mr. Pei wanted to entertain, so the little pigeon ran away.

"Although he didn't come, he brought good things for you."

Fu Ling opened a delicate little box, raised his eyes and smiled, "Guess what?"

Su Yao laughed: "I can smell the fragrance of mooncakes, but you still keep them."

Fu Ling frowned: "You definitely can't think of where it was done."

Given Fu Gezi's picky taste, it's probably either Fuxiangzhai or Fukelai.

Su Yao guessed again and again, Fu Ling just shook his head, and finally said: "It was made by my family."

Su Yao was slightly taken aback: "The Fu family?"

"They heard that you were better, so they came to ask if they could pick you up to play during the Mid-Autumn Festival. But you just got up, and you were tired after sitting for a long time, and talking with others at the family banquet was exhausting, so I let them take it easy."

Fu Ling opened the box, "At present, my third uncle is in charge of the house. My aunt just said, although I haven't seen anyone yet, it's not good to wrong you and ask you what gift you want for the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Su Yao couldn't help being embarrassed, and said softly: "There is no reason for me to ask for it."

Fu Ling raised the corner of his mouth: "I knew you would say that, so I decided to offer you a box of mooncakes. Take a look, do you like it?"

In the mahogany box in Fu Ling's hand, there were twelve crystal clear snow-skin mooncakes.

Four are white, four are green, and the remaining four are colored.All of them are printed with the words "flowers are beautiful and the moon is full". They are exquisite and exquisite, and they are very small.

Su Yao was also slightly surprised that Jiujing actually had snowskin mooncakes.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Fu Ling was rather proud, "Try it."

The taste of ice skin is very similar to glutinous rice cakes, sweet and soft. In modern times, it is mostly a snack that young people like during festivals.

Fu Ling opened the white one, revealing the moist red bean paste.

Su Yao smiled and said, "I'll do it."

He has been ill for a long time, and Fu Ling has always fed him.He is better now, able to stand up and raise his hands, but Fu Ling has not changed.

Fu Ling only brought it to his lips: "Farewell, your hands are tired from carrying things."

"I will be disabled by you in the future. I can't work or walk. Mr. Pei also said that I can move more."

Su Yao smiled, leaned closer to take a bite, and ate it sweetly, and then heard Fu Ling laughing: "You have to take your time for activities. You can go in two days, and I will go out with you. If you want to go place?"

Su Yao took another bite: "I have to go back to the bookstore to have a look. The manuscripts of several gentlemen are due to be handed in. I don't know if they have been handed in. I have to check the account, and it's time to pay Linniang. Then..."

Su Yao couldn't help but blushed: "Then I have to go to your house to have a look. Also, I made something for you earlier, and I want to take it and give it to you."

"what?"

Fu Ling frowned, Su Yao looked into his eyes, still embarrassed, could not help but slightly lowered his head, and took a bite of the pastry on his lips in a concealed manner, but he didn't notice that there was only one bite left of the mooncake.

As soon as Su Yao got closer, the tip of his tongue touched Fu Ling's fingers.

sweet.

Su Yao froze.

He paused, quickly took the small piece of mooncake from Fu Ling's hand, and swallowed it with downcast eyes.

Sure enough, after living together for a long time, all kinds of contacts will happen.

Su Yao flustered, recalling the touch just now, he became even more flustered.

He swallowed the mooncake in a panic, and then heard Fu Ling ask: "Have you finished eating?"

"It's over... um..."

Su Yao whispered, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Fu Ling raised his jaw and kissed him unexpectedly.

Su Yao just licked Fu Ling's fingertips.

The top of the pigeon's heart was like being scratched by a kitten's paw.

Crispy and itchy.

Su Yao's face was still red just now, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the lights were burning, which made Fu Ling's heart tremble.

Fu Gezi has practiced abstinence for many days since applying the medicine.

Didn't touch it, didn't look at it.

Su Yao "actively" came to tease him, and Fu Gezi was in a state of ups and downs.

It's okay to kiss.

Just kiss.

However, Fu Dagezi's kiss took a long time.

Su Yao's face was hot, and his whole body was weak. He was agitated by the pigeon's deep and shallow temptations. Fu Ling hugged him and kissed him until he couldn't breathe. Only then could he finally end this long and deep relationship. kiss.

He panted slightly, and Fu Ling leaned in to kiss his lips again: "Feel tired?"

Su Yao was blushed by his serious tone, and couldn't tell whether he was serious or joking for a while.

Fu Gezi was serious: "Is it too long?"

Su Yao was very shy, and was a little annoyed by his question, so he deliberately said: "No, I can come for another hour."

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "You said it."

He made a gesture to hug Su Yao's waist, but Su Yao hurriedly escaped, but there was nowhere to go on the bed, he was picked up by the pigeon and held in his arms again: "I'm still reluctant to kiss you for so long."

Su Yao leaned in the arms of the big pigeon, and was pecked on the forehead by the big pigeon.

Pigeon sighed and laughed softly, "When will I be able to go one step further than Kiss?"

This ambiguous tone aroused Su Yao's embarrassment again.

Su Yao closed her eyes: "Let's dream."

Pigeon is very cheeky: "How do you know that I dream about you?"

Su Yao's face was hot.

Su Yao's ability to talk nonsense was inferior to that of a best-selling author, so Su Yao simply shut up.

The big pigeon hugged his waist and pecked him again: "What did you just say you wanted to give me?"

Just as Su Yao was about to speak, she suddenly heard a knock on the door.

The atmosphere in the room was ambiguous and deep.

Fu Ling's tone sank: "Who is it?"

Xiao Fu outside the door was startled: "...Brother, it's me."

Master Xiao Fu hurried over deliberately, thinking that it was still early, and there should not be any lively atmosphere inside, so he shouldn't bother him.

He didn't expect that his brother would already be kissing someone in just a few words.

But after hearing this tone, he thought of it, and instantly became colder.

Fu Ling's voice was still deep: "What's the matter?"

Xiao Fu was holding a bowl of soup: "Tonight's banquet has stewed pigeon soup. Mr. Pei said it is a great tonic. I thought it would be hot..."