Chang Ping ran out of the palace secretly and did not dare to stay outside for too long. In the afternoon, she reluctantly returned to the palace.
Before leaving, he looked at Sister Feng. Chang Ping snorted dissatisfied, grabbed Fang Zheng's front, and threatened him viciously in his ear: "You are not allowed to talk to that foxy girl, or I will strangle you to death!"
The first impression between people is very important. When Changping met Yanran for the first time, Fang Zheng was being sent to the prison. Yanran was kneeling alone outside the door of Fatty's Mansion, begging for Fang Zheng. So Changping
Ping easily accepted Yanran, a loving and righteous woman, and even took the initiative to visit Yanran before they got married. In ancient times, in large families, the authority of the wife of the wife was the most important, and the concubine taken by a man had only a family status.
A little taller than the slave girl, it was a blessing for Yanran to receive such courtesy from Chang Ping.
But Sister Feng is different. Every time Chang Ping sees her, she has a nose that is neither nose nor face. Ultimately, it is also the first impression.
At that time, Changping was pursuing Fang Zheng, and Fang Zheng avoided her every day. When Changping was in a state of distress, he was told that Fang Zheng, the heartless man, was actually drinking and having fun with other women, so Changping was in trouble.
The scene of leading troops to surround Yaoyue. With this extremely bad start, it is no wonder that Sister Feng has not invited Chang Ping to see her.
Fang Zheng was a carefree man, so he didn't know that there were so many twists and turns between the two women. Seeing Chang Ping's pretty face, he still glanced between him and Sister Feng suspiciously, like a wife catching her husband cheating.
It was like evidence. Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel a little funny, and gently stroked Chang Ping's little face: "Go back, don't worry, Sister Feng and I are innocent, even more innocent than cabbage and tofu."
Having said that, Fang Zheng still really hopes to not be clean with Sister Feng.
Chang Ping was still worried and glanced at Sister Feng who was standing far away: "Then what if she seduces you?"
This question is a bit difficult. Such a charming woman takes the initiative to seduce him. If Fang Zheng refuses, will he still be called a man? But this cannot be said in front of Chang Ping.
Fang Zheng muttered: "Well... I try not to accept her seduction..."
Changping heard that there was no sincerity in this sentence and couldn't help but feel very dissatisfied. He asked fiercely: "Does she like you very much?"
"It should be..." Fang Zheng glanced at Sister Feng uncertainly. She was standing at the door of Ruyuzhai, looking at him from a distance, with a charming smile on her lips, blooming like a warm spring.
The flowers make people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.
Looking at me so affectionately, what does it mean if you don't like me? Fang Zheng came to this conclusion in his heart.
When Chang Ping heard that Sister Feng liked her man, she became angry. She couldn't help but want to go forward and perform a jealousy scene with Sister Feng. Then she thought that since she didn't admit it personally, everything was just speculation. It would be too much to just speculate on it.
After passing the teacher, there is no name.
Helplessly, he clenched his fists and glared at Sister Feng hatefully. Chang Ping gritted his teeth and said, "Then do you like her?"
He secretly glanced at the charming and stunning Sister Feng, and then at Chang Ping, who was so angry that he almost exploded to death. Fang Zheng sighed, as if he had been greatly wronged, curled his lips insincerely, and lowered his voice.
She said: "I don't like her..." The voice was full of sadness and helplessness.
Changping frantically scratched his hair, then stamped his feet and said loudly: "Ah - I don't believe it!"
After saying that, he punched Fang Zheng hard, snorted very unfriendlyly at Sister Feng, angrily got on the carriage, and went back to the palace.
Fang Zheng waved to the carriage and shouted loudly: "Hey! I will go to the palace to see your father tomorrow, please wait for me in front of the palace gate."
"Go to hell!"
"What's wrong, Your Highness? You seem to have a big opinion against me?" After Changping left angrily, Sister Feng came up and asked doubtfully...
"It's nothing, the little girl is acting out, haha, she doubts whether the relationship between us is clear or not." Fang Zheng looked at Sister Feng's charming face and said with a smile.
Sister Feng's pretty face blushed slightly, and she uncomfortably twitched her hair, but she didn't dare to look at Fang Zheng. She said something similar? "
Fang Zheng spread his hands helplessly, "What else can I say? We are innocent to begin with, but I can't figure it out. It's not too late..."
"Go to hell!" Sister Feng blushed with embarrassment and couldn't help but punch Fang Zheng hard.
Why do every woman like to curse "go to hell"? What's even more coincidental is that after cursing, she has to punch her in the face, as if it was agreed upon in advance.
After some laughing and joking, Sister Feng's shyness was soon relieved. The two of them started laughing and joking as usual.
Looking at the sky, Sister Feng said with a smile: "It's almost time for dinner. If Master Fang doesn't dislike my sister's rough cooking, how about eating here? My sister will cook for you with her own hands..."
Fang Zheng said happily: "Okay, okay, I'm really lucky to be able to eat the food cooked by Sister Feng."
Sister Feng smiled and said, "My sister's cooking skills are very average. By the way, do you have any taboos? Tell me first so that you won't find fault later."
Fang Zheng looked up at the sky, thought carefully for a while, and then said seriously: "...I don't eat shit."
"…………"
The night is as cool as water, the candlelight is flickering, but the room in the backyard of Yuzhai is full of spring.
Fang Zheng and Sister Feng were sitting opposite each other, enjoying a slow drink. The dishes on the table were rich and tasted very good. It seemed that Sister Feng was not only good at business but also good at cooking.
Sister Feng didn't speak much. She drank a few glasses of wine, raised her glass and held chopsticks, and her eyes met, and they avoided each other. Today, Sister Feng seemed very shy and quiet.
Fang Zheng drank a glass of wine in one gulp, and then looked at Sister Feng and laughed mischievously. His eyes wandered back and forth between Sister Feng's face and high breasts. Chang Ping's warning to him had long been forgotten.
"Why are you laughing?" Sister Feng couldn't resist Fang Zheng's lustful gaze, she lowered her head and asked in a low voice. Her usual smart and capable appearance was gone, just like a newly married daughter-in-law.
"Hey, Sister Feng, look at this situation. If the candles in front of the hall were replaced by a pair of bright red candles, wouldn't it look like we were drinking wine in the bridal chamber now?" Fang Zheng always likes to squint his eyes when teasing women to make people look at him.
It was obvious that he had bad intentions.
"Ah! You are going to die!" Sister Feng was so embarrassed that she stood up and wanted to hit him.
"Hey! Don't do it. What if we get into a fight and I accidentally touch you somewhere?" Fang Zheng's reminder made Sister Feng stop. This pervert was right about this.
It really could happen.
Fang Zheng was very disappointed with Sister Feng's decision to rein in the situation. He would not have warned her if he had known about it.
"Sister Feng, I have a question that I shouldn't ask, but have you ever thought about getting married again?"
Sister Feng's blushing face suddenly turned pale. She stared blankly at the flickering candlelight for a long time and sighed quietly.
"These years have passed, and my sister and I have grown old. I have never thought about remarrying. Besides, widows are inherently unlucky people. Remarrying will only make my reputation worse. My sister has long since given up such ulterior thoughts."
"You can't say that, Sister Feng, women also have the right to pursue their own happiness. Sister Feng, you are only in your twenties, in the prime of your youth. Are you willing to stay single and alone all your life?" Fang Zheng asked.
These ancient rules were very disdainful. Why can't someone marry again after marrying once? In the previous life, there were many women who were divorced and remarried several times. So wouldn't they all have to be dipped in a pig cage?
"What if I don't do this? In this world, love is as cold as iron and words are as sharp as a knife. If I remarry, I don't know how much gossip I will attract. Even if my sister remarries and joins the new husband's family, how can I hold my head up and be a good person?"
Sister Feng smiled bitterly, raised her head and drank a glass of wine...
After drinking, Sister Feng sighed heavily, as if she wanted to spit out the bitterness and resentment of this half-life.
Fang Zheng smiled: "If you remarry because of someone you don't trust, of course the situation will be bleak, but if you are lucky enough to meet your beloved, won't Sister Feng be happy for the rest of her life?".
Sister Feng seemed to be a little drunk, and she glanced at Fang Zheng with her almond-shaped eyes, "Where can I find a good man who doesn't despise my sister's status as a widow and is willing to marry me sincerely? Haha, it's just a dream..."
What a sharp little flirtatious look! Fang Zheng was agitated by Sister Feng's glance. After calming down, Fang Zheng raised his chest and said proudly: "Sister Feng, what do you think of my little brother? Are you qualified to be your husband?"
"
"You?" Sister Feng chuckled. The beauty was drunk and looked extremely charming.
"What's wrong with me? Isn't it okay?" Fang Zheng said dissatisfied. Sister Feng's tone made him feel a little hurt. What's wrong with me? I won't say anything about my family background, status, etc. I'll go to heaven and earth, climb mountains and water, and search all over the world.
Where can you find such an outstanding time travel talent like me? He is handsome and noble in character. Although he is not very dedicated, he likes the new but never tires of the old. Can a man from ancient times be better than me?
"You are very good, but my sister is not good..." Sister Feng shook her head with a bitter look on her face, "You are an official of the imperial court at a young age. You are deeply favored by the emperor. You have a bright future. Even the titles of princes and princes are unknown. Moreover, your family is as rich as the country, with gold and jade.
Mantang, what kind of woman can a man like you want and not get? Her Royal Highness the Princess is passionately devoted to you, how can my sister be worthy of you? My sister is a widow, an unclean and ominous person, and she is eight years older than you, how can
Dare to think ill of you?..."
Fang Zheng was anxious. This tone was wrong. Sister Feng was his default wife. From her tone, it seemed that she did not dare to respond to him because of her low self-esteem. His good wife was about to fly away. How could he do this?
Not urgent?
"Sister Feng, you worry too much. What's wrong with the widow? What's wrong with being eight years older than me? As long as my little brother likes it, I don't care about anything! We live for ourselves, not for others to see. As long as we are happy, you don't care.
What are you doing with all this gossip?"
As he spoke, Fang Zheng grabbed Sister Feng's soft and boneless hand, caressed her lustfully, and confessed seriously: "Sister Feng, I have actually liked you for a long time. The first time we met, I started to treat you...
…”
Fang Zheng stopped talking mid-sentence. He remembered that when he first met Sister Feng, Sister Feng dressed herself up like Ronald McDonald. Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. If he could fall in love with Sister Feng because of her ghostly look, then
The words are too false.
"...Well, the first time we met doesn't count. From the second time we met, I fell in love with you deeply, really! In my mind, you are the holy little dragon girl, and I am willing to be you
Yin Zhiping forever..."
"Who is Xiao Longnu? Who is Yin Zhiping?" Although she was secretly delighted by Fang Zheng's confession, Sister Feng couldn't help interrupting him.
"Uh... you don't know, they are both famous. What did I just say?" Fang Zheng was interrupted by Sister Feng, and Fang Zheng's thoughts were also disconnected.
Sister Feng didn't answer, her face turned red. I don't know whether it was because of drinking or shyness.
"Well... that's what it means anyway. I'm very fond of you, you know?" Fang Zheng grabbed Sister Feng's hand and kept stroking it up and down. Sister Feng was so embarrassed that she pulled back several times but never pulled out.
I had to let him catch me.
"Sister Feng, my brother is sincere to you. You can't help but like me. Think about it, I've stolen your bellyband. If you don't marry me, who will you marry? Is this the truth?"
"You...you little bastard!"
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