Counterattack life dressed as a brother

Early the next morning, Zhang Guyuan got up from the bed again and walked out of Ou Mansion. He came to their new home, he knocked on the door, and after a while, a middle-aged man in his 40s opened the door, "Will... Master, why are you here at this time?" Seeing that he almost called the wrong address, Liu San couldn't help but slapped himself lightly on the mouth.

Seeing this, Zhang Guyuan said expressionlessly, "Wait for Madam to arrive in a while, if you still shout wrongly, then I will serve you in military law."

"Don't worry, master, there is absolutely no mistake. I just woke up and didn't turn around for a while." Liu Laosan promised.

"That's good, how is everything arranged?" Zhang Guyuan walked into the door and asked Liu San who was following him.

"Don't worry, master, everything is ready, you and your wife's room are together, and your wife's room is on your left, and the servants are all honest and reliable, innocent brothers and daughters, The guards were from the former subordinates, the bed was installed in the room, and everything was done in the kitchen. I also specially found the craftsmen in the north and asked them to build the earth dragon according to the two pictures given by my wife. It just so happens that the weather is very cold. "

Zhang Guyuan turned around and found that everything he made was very good, and he didn't pick out any faults. He gave Liu Laosan an appreciative look, "That's right, remember that Madam will be your master from now on."

"Don't worry, master." Although Liu Laosan felt a little unbelievable about his master's current changes, he also thought it was good. After all, there would be someone to intercede with in the future.

Zhang Guyuan didn't want to stay for a long time. He got into the carriage and returned to Oufu. It was about nine o'clock. When he got back, he saw Zhang Jingyang packing up his things in the house. It’s fine for people to do it, so don’t do it first.”

Zhang Jingyang looked back at him, "I don't like letting others touch my things." After finishing, he continued to fold his clothes.Of course, these are all excuses, mainly because he wants to find and put away the underwear styles he drew before.

After all, the styles he painted all added female and male nudes to them, which seems normal to modern people, but it is a pity that the people in this room are all ancient people.Zhang Jingyang didn't find everything now, he regretted it very much, he knew that he would put it in the space at the beginning.

When he fumbled on the bed and folded the third set of clothes, two pieces of white paper fluttered to the ground. Just as Zhang Jingyang was about to pick them up, Zhang Guyuan quickly picked them up.

He felt a little weird, flipped through the white paper, and glanced at it accidentally. After seeing the pattern drawn, the roots of his ears turned red instantly, and the hand holding the white paper trembled unconsciously, half Half shy and half angry.

How...how could such a filthy thing be in the Yangyang room?

He stared at Zhang Jingyang with a puzzled face. Zhang Jingyang felt his heart thump when he saw this, and countless excuses were turning in his mind. Then he pretended to know nothing and said innocently: "This should be Li who I can't find. The pattern given by the steward, I haven’t read it yet, Yuanzi, you pass it to me first, I’ll have a look at it when I’m free, and then reply to them.”

Seeing Zhang Jingyang stretching out his hand, Zhang Guyuan held the paper into a ball. Seeing his hard work being treated like this, Zhang Jingyang's heart was bleeding, and he still seemed innocent and puzzled: "What are you doing?" ? I haven't watched it yet, why are you crumpling it up?"

Zhang Guyuan stared at him with deep eyes, "Zhang Jingyang tell me honestly what's going on."

Hearing such serious words, Zhang Jingyang knew that he couldn't hide it, and continued to blink his big innocent eyes, "What is Yuanzi talking about?"

Zhang Guyuan took a breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and forced himself to ask in a soft voice, "Did you draw these?" When he recovered from this style of painting, he immediately understood that these are his family. Xiao Fulang drew it himself. He had seen it in person a few days ago, but it was some clothes patterns.

But today, those patterns in his room, unexpectedly...

Zhang Jingyang stretched out his left hand to grab Zhang Guyuan's hand, feeling the warmth in his palm, Zhang Guyuan's heart softened, and the expression on his face also softened, Zhang Guyuan took the opportunity to throw himself into his arms again, "Yuan You're right, those pictures were drawn by me, they are just a form of clothes, don't be angry, okay?"

"How did you draw it?" Zhang Guyuan asked quietly with an unclear expression on his face.

"Of course I drew it in my head."

Zhang Guyuan pulled Zhang Jingyang out of his arms a little angrily, "Honestly speaking, when did you hide those paintings from me? Those filthy places?"

Seeing Zhang Guyuan gnashing his teeth, Zhang Jingyang chuckled, "Where are you thinking, you don't think I drew these pictures in a brothel, do you?"

Zhang Guyuan's expression already showed that he felt that way, his breath was a little cold, and the picture was so vivid, I don't know how many times his Yangyang had seen it, but he had never been seen by his Yangyang. I can't think about that scene now, the more I think about it, the more jealous I feel inside.

Seeing Zhang Guyuan really misunderstood, his face was half dark, Zhang Jingyang's eyes were full of smiles, Zhang Guyuan glared at him, "You still laugh! Who took you to that place?" I have to let He took off his clothes and walked around the barracks a dozen times.

"Go to that place to knitting, do I need to go to a brothel to see these patterns? I can draw them by thinking about them." This is really not a big talk, just pull any modern person who can draw, and you can draw XXXX.

Zhang Guyuan didn't believe a word, so he turned over the clothes again, and looked on the bed where there were other cabinets. Suddenly, Zhang Jingyang remembered that there was another place, and hurried over, Zhang Guyuan found Zhang Jingyang's He moved and took the lead to step over. He found a stack of papers in a wooden box at the table by the window. He squinted his eyes and glanced at Zhang Jingyang, "Yangyang, maybe these are also... um, The pattern of those clothes, right?" He bit the words of those clothes very hard.

Zhang Jingyang walked over and poured a cup of tea, holding his big clear eyes, he said suspiciously: "What are you thinking, I'm just thirsty and came to pour a glass of water."

"Really? Give me a cup of Yangyang too, I'm a little thirsty too."

Zhang Jingyang reached out to pour him a cup, and handed it to him. Taking advantage of Zhang Guyuan's distraction, he gently waved his hand towards the wooden box, and put the four or five pieces of paper on it into the space.

Zhang Guyuan put down his cup and grabbed his hand, "Yangyang, what are you doing here?"

"I just want to move my hands." The voice was full of grievances.

After Zhang Guyuan took his hand away, he saw that the papers in the wooden box were still in place, but he felt something was wrong, there seemed to be more than this just now, right?