Feng Qingqian gritted his teeth and threw the medicine to Dark Er, deciding in his heart that it was time to throw away those boring romance books.

At noon, Feng Qingqian went to the largest restaurant in Jinbei, packed a lot of delicacies, and got the side room to dine with Zhou Zhi.

"It's a delicious meal, but I want to eat it made by the girl. Zhou Zhi said while eating a plain meal.

Feng Qingqian's eyebrows were raised, and Feng Qingqian remembered that this was a sentence from a book that Feng Qingqian threw away.

As if seeing Feng Qingqian's curiosity, Zhou Zhi opened his mouth and explained: "I finished reading the last book yesterday. ”

Feng Qingqian: ...... Are you idle???

"Seriously injured and bedridden, now I can only move around occasionally, and I am relatively idle. ”

Feng Qingqian resisted the urge to spit fragrant fragrance.

Zhou Zhi seemed to be full, he put down the bowl and looked at Feng Qingqian seriously: "The road to chasing my wife is long, I will go up and down and seek." ”

Feng Qingqian: ???

Feng Qingqian threw chopsticks, and this meal was not eaten......

was annoyed by the drama in someone's monograph book, and Mu Yao came.

Dressed in red, he is extraordinarily flamboyant.

"I heard that you have a golden house to hide Jiao?" the beauty has a gossip face.

"One is not a golden house, and the other is not Jiao," Feng Qingqian thought about which bastard had leaked it to Mu Yao for him, and if he caught it, he would definitely throw it into the secret room of the Nine Palaces.

"Obviously a beauty?" Mu Yao didn't believe and wanted to go into the house to have a look.

Feng Qingqian took a step across to stop.

"Still not allowed to see it?" Mu Yao pursed her mouth.

Feng Qing looked at the sky and the earth without looking at her.

"Tsk," Mu Yao patted Feng Qingqian's shoulder, "You have a degree in your own heart, don't play with fire." ”

"Understood," Feng Qingqian narrowed her eyes, and when the matter was completed, Feng Qingqian would definitely throw out this person who had read all her romance books in three days.

The two of them walked over to the stone table under the cherry blossom tree and sat down opposite each other.

Mu Yao looked at the cherry blossom petals placed on the table, and looked away with some weakness: "I just got the news, Shangjing sent someone here, it seems that there is a problem with the account you sent." ”

Feng Qingqian raised his eyebrows, there was a problem with the accounts?

The Feng family belongs to a hegemon in Jinbei, and even the local government prefectures and counties have to give him three points, because the Feng family is an imperial businessman, and it is also a monopolist, Xuanguangsha.

"Who sent?"

If it's an inconsequential character, it's probably something that went wrong, and it's just been there.

"King Ming. ”

Feng Qingqian looked up at Mu Yao, making sure that the other party was not joking with her.

This king is the younger brother of today's son, and the emperor and queen are very fond of this younger brother, and the real one person is above ten thousand people.

Now, send someone like that?

Feng Qingqian asked, "But there is a problem with Xuanguang Sha's accounts?"

Mu Yao nodded.

This Xuanguang sand was inadvertently dug out of the ground by the previous dynasty, and after being ignited with fire, it can cause damage to a large area, which is considered a sharp weapon.

Because of the scarcity of numbers, it is strictly controlled by various countries, and most of them are used for the military.

Now there is a problem with the number of this Xuanguang sand, but it is a big deal.

If it is handled well, everyone will be happy, and if it is not handled well, the Feng family is likely to follow directly to the funeral.

"Although this matter has nothing to do with you, but now that you are in the Feng family, you should plan for everything in advance," Mu Yao's good-looking brows furrowed.

Feng Qingqian knew what she meant, if she didn't handle it well, she could completely get out with the help of the power of the Nine Palaces.

Thinking that his friend was so worried, Feng Qingqian looked at the flowers on the table and decided not to care about this guy.

Let's talk about the East Pavilion side, what she planned developed faster than expected.

It was only the evening of the third day, and the little uncle couldn't bear his anger and sent someone to ask Feng Qingqian to go to the East Pavilion for dinner.

Feng Qingqian arranged a thoughtful medicinal diet and went to the meditation courtyard.

When Feng Qingqian arrived at the Meditation Courtyard, he was led into the room by Mo Chen—the little uncle was sitting at the table.

Feng Qingqian was puzzled in his heart, this scene looked not only intimate, but also weird.

"Little uncle," Feng Qingqian squeezed out a polite smile.

"Come shallowly, sit. Feng Xiche looked at Feng Qingqian, a smile appeared on his warm face, and Feng Qingqian's eyes were full of tenderness, reminiscent of peach blossoms blooming in spring.

Feng Qingqian looked very gentle and familiar.

An even stranger feeling rose from the bottom of my heart, like a reunion after a long absence.

"Little uncle is a busy man, I haven't seen you for several years," Feng Qingqian sat down and bowed his head, a clear sense of loss on his face.

Out of the corner of Feng Qing's shallow eyes, he caught a glimpse of Feng Xiche stretching out his hand, as if he wanted to touch himself, but he stopped halfway and took it back.

"Uncle has finished his work recently, you can come to eat here when you have time," Feng Xiche's eyes flashed a trace of entanglement, and he was immediately caught by Feng Qingqian.

Feng Qingqian leaned towards Feng Xiche intentionally or unintentionally, she felt that this person's breath was very weak, as if he had been sick for a long time, and a gust of wind could let him go.

"When I came here a few days ago, Uncle Mo Chen told me that my little uncle had some old problems, I don't know what the problems were?