"My lower back still hurts here, don't press me. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info. Ye Yanran raised her eyes, and her voice was soft and painful.

Huang Fuchen's heart softened when he heard this, but his body was so tense that it was about to explode.

Huang Fuchen slowly got down from the woman, turned over and lay down, his eyes fell on the top of his head, and after a moment, he breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Ye Yanran, who was on the side, heard the man's relieved voice, and looked sideways a little inexplicably, just glanced at it, she didn't know what the man was thinking.

"That's right!" Ye Yanran suddenly remembered something, and suddenly grabbed Huang Fuchen's arm, her eyes were earnest, "Rose is still in Mu Shao's hands, can you rescue her?" ”

Huang Fuchen tilted his head and looked into the woman's eyes, "Want to save her?" ”

"Hmm!" Ye Yanran nodded again and again, "I forgot all of a sudden, and then I remembered, it's just that Huangfu Muqing shouldn't do anything to a maid, right?" ”

Huang Fuchen sank his gaze and stretched out his arm to wrap his arms around the woman, "Don't worry, leave this matter to me!" I'll take care of it! ”

Ye Yanran listened, still believing it in her heart, and her eyes drooped.

When the day was about to break, Ye Yanran was already asleep, and she breathed shallowly.

The man beside him slept for a while, and then sat up abruptly with a clamor of irritability.

Turning sideways and looking down at the woman beside her, Ye Yanran turned over slightly and continued to sleep.

Huang Fuchen sank down to the bed and walked outside...

After a while, Huang Fuchen fastened his trouser belt, pushed the door in, and released the * under him, which had lived for thirty-two years, and the impulse of this desire became stronger and stronger, which really made this man very incomprehensible.

Huang Fuchen stood beside the bed, his eyes fell on the woman on the bed, the sideways back, the delicate figure, the upright tun, imagining that he had opened his pants, his bare cheeks were white, and his throat rolled up and down.

"Fairy, you must have raised Ben Shuai's appetite!" Huang Fuchen muttered to himself, turned over and lay down, looked at the woman with her back to him, and slowly pulled her hand over, so that she was facing him head-on.

Facing each other, Huang Fuchen's dark eyes were as dark as lacquer, staring at the woman's cheeks with burning heat, and the already sleeping face hooked his lips and smiled.

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The next day, at noon, the rain outside stopped, and it rained in the early spring, and a little emerald green was evident on the ground.

In the study, a group of soldiers retreated, and Adjutant Chen stepped forward, "Young marshal, do you still have something to order?" ”

"You send someone to Huangfu Muqing to inquire about the news of Rose, and if you can, send some people to rescue her!" Huang Fuchen commanded in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Adjutant Chen lowered his head and fell back, just about to go out.

"Wait!" Huang Fuchen stopped, "The foreigner who Ben Shuai asked you to invite to teach ballroom dancing is invited?" ”

Adjutant Chen immediately turned his head, "Young Marshal, please, it's Mr. John, a British nylon merchant, I'll be here in the afternoon!" ”

Huang Fuchen hurriedly raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "Don't invite here, go to another mansion!" ”

Adjutant Chen was stunned for a moment, but quickly understood what was going on, and immediately nodded, "Okay!" Subordinates understand. ”

Adjutant Chen stopped where he was, he always felt that Huang Fuchen still had something to order.

Huang Fuchen's eyes fell on the window lattice in the distance, looking at the daffodils that were about to bloom on the flower stand on the side, and suddenly spoke, "Also, you go get some roses and send one to the eighth aunt's house every day." ”

Adjutant Chen was stunned again, "Roses? ”

"What? Questions? Huang Fuchen's tone was obviously displeased.

Adjutant Chen laughed dryly, "Young Marshal, this is just a cold winter, this early spring in Qizhou is still cold, there are not many flowers here, I am afraid that there is no place to find this rose?" ”

When Huang Fuchen heard this, his eyes shot coldly at Adjutant Chen.

When Adjutant Chen saw it, he immediately shuddered, and then fell back, "My subordinates do their best to do it!" ”

"Not to the best effort! Yes, by all means! Huang Fuchen fell coldly, thinking in his heart that this Jin Ershao's Jianzhou was only a town away, since he could find roses, how could Qizhou not have it.

Adjutant Chen nodded again and again, "Definitely!" Certain! ”

Huang Fuchen's deep eagle eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly thought of something, "And!" ”

Adjutant Chen was taken aback and stepped forward again, "Young Marshal, please command!" ”

"Here in Qizhou, Ben Shuai remembers that in the middle of the south moat, there are a few mansions where foreigners live, you go and find one and buy it!" Huang Fuchen fell.

"Huh?" Adjutant Chen was stunned again, the monk of the second zhang couldn't figure his head, what happened to the young marshal today? Why is it all related to foreign things, doesn't the young marshal not like foreign things?

"Ahh Huang Fuchen's anger fell, and when he thought of Ye Yanran's reaction to Jin Yue's actions, his heart was blocked for a while.

"Yes, yes, yes! My subordinates will definitely do it! ”

Huang Fuchen stood up, paced around, and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, go and ask a cook who makes Western food and pastries to come over." ”

Adjutant Chen's mind immediately began to write down one thing after another.

"That's not right!" Huang Fuchen suddenly let out a voice, startled, and made Adjutant Chen on the side into a cold sweat.

"Invite that cook of Western food to the newly bought mansion!" The corners of Huang Fuchen's lips hooked up a deep smile, thinking in his heart that he would give Yan'er a surprise.

Adjutant Chen nodded again and again when he heard this, "Okay!" Young marshal, is there anything else? ”

Huang Fuchen thought for a long time and waved his hand, "Okay, you can go out, and things will be done quickly." ”

Adjutant Chen hurriedly withdrew from the study, from beginning to end, he couldn't figure it out, and after thinking for a while, shouldn't the eighth aunt come back from Liuyang, the young marshal thought about it again!

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In the afternoon, in the back house library, Ye Yanran leaned on the couch covered with mink fur, flipped through the medical book in her hand, and her eyes were light.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

A soldier's voice fell, "Eighth aunt! The young marshal has something for me to hand over to you! ”

Ye Yanran sat up and looked out the door, "Come in!" ”

The soldier pushed the door in, solemnly holding a rose in both hands, and came to Ye Yanran, "Eighth aunt, this flower was given to you by the young marshal's orders." ”

Ye Yanran's eyes fell on the rose, she looked at it in a daze, reached out to take it, sniffed it between her noses, and felt a slight wave in her heart.

"Where's the young marshal?" Ye Yanran raised her eyes lightly and asked.

The soldier thought for a while and hurriedly retreated, "The last general doesn't know, but the young marshal said that he would come back in the evening to have dinner with the eighth aunt." ”

Ye Yanran nodded, "Okay, thank you." ”

"Aunt Eight, you're welcome!" The soldier hurriedly retreated embarrassedly, turned and retreated.

Ye Yanran saw the soldiers go out, lowered her head, her eyes fell on the roses, she lowered her head and sniffed again, got up, and walked towards the vase not far away.

Ye Yanran stretched out her hand and inserted the rose into the vase, looked at it for a moment, then turned around and continued to go back to reading.

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In Qizhou City, in another house, waltz dance music echoed in the vast hall.

An Englishman spoke fluent English, sometimes mixed with broken Chinese, and gestured to Huang Fuchen with the dance steps under his feet.

Huang Fuchen was wearing a long shirt from the handsome mansion, with woolen boots on his feet, and his feet were changing with the Englishman.

If you are not careful, you will take a big stride, like a military step.

“no!no!no!itiswrong!” The British waved their hands excitedly.

"Young marshal! Not so! Not so! Mr. John stepped forward, his hands folded as if he were on the hands of a beautiful lady, and his legs slowly moved forward and swirled in a circle to the music of the dance.

"Young marshal! That's it! Such! Mr. John stared at Huang Fuchen with a pair of blue eyes.

Huang Fuchen anxiously clasped his hands around his chest, looked at the golden-haired and green-eyed foreigner in front of him, and muttered and cursed, "Raushzi! It's been two hours of learning, and it's still been nonono, this foreign devil, it's really annoying! ”

When Adjutant Chen and the translator on the side saw it, they couldn't help but cover their mouths and snicker, and both of them held back their laughter.

Mr. John watched Huang Fuchen standing aside, and stepped forward anxiously, "Young marshal, let'scontinue!tolearnwithmeagain!" again！ ”

Huang Fuchen frowned, looked at the translator on the side, and shouted impatiently, "Zhang He! What is this hairy man grunting? ”

The translator rolled his eyes on the bridge of his nose, hurriedly ran forward, and said cautiously, "Young marshal, Mr. John said that I want you to learn from him again." ”

Huang Fuchen was impatient to refuse, and his mind appeared on the dance floor, beautiful Yan'er, dancing with himself, and sighed deeply.

"Okay! Come again, come again! Huang Fuchen stepped forward and patted Mr. John on the shoulder.

The weight of his hand made Mr. John laugh dryly, "Let'scontinue!"

Together, Huang Fuchen followed Mr. John's gestures again, followed the dance steps, and slowed down.

Step by step. Advance.. Back off.. Sideways.. Circle...

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In the middle of the night, in the small pavilion in the courtyard, a table of meals was prepared.

Ye Yanran sat in the pavilion and glanced at the sky, which was already dark.

Although it was early spring, the weather was still cold, and two small ovens were set up in the pavilion, and the charcoal was sizzling.

After a while, there was a sound of leather boots falling to the ground, and at the entrance covered by a bamboo tree, Huang Fuchen's body flashed out.

"Yan'er!" Huang Fuchen strode up the stone steps of the pavilion, stood in front of Ye Yanran, and glanced at the food on the table.

"Waited a long time?" Huang Fuchen fell in a deep voice.

Ye Yanran's expression was faint, and her voice was shallow, "No, wait for a while, young marshal, sit down and eat, if you don't eat again, the food will be cold." ”

When Huang Fuchen heard this, he hurriedly sat down, reached out and picked up the chopsticks on the table, glanced at it, and landed on a plate of finely made pine fish, and went down with a chopstick, and sandwiched a small bowl that fell on Ye Yanran's side.

"Eat! I should be hungry. Huang Fuchen dropped his words and immediately ate his meal in a big gulp.

When Ye Yanran saw it, she didn't say anything more, and began to pick the bones in the fish, lowered her head and ate it.

A moment later, Ye Yanran had just eaten half a bowl of rice, and the man opposite had already eaten three bowls in a row.

When Ye Yanran saw it, she was stunned for a moment, and said casually, "You seem to be very hungry?" ”

Huang Fuchen stretched out his hand to take the fourth bowl of rice, looked at Ye Yanran, and reached out to hook the woman's nose, "Yes!" Ben Shuai is hungry! ”

Ye Yanran was a little puzzled, and said lightly, "Hasn't the situation in Wuhu Town been decided, and Jin Sihan has also caught it, is it still very busy in the barracks now?" Is it planning to raise troops to build a state? ”

Huang Fuchen paused, and while continuing to eat, he hooked his lips and smiled helplessly, "If you are marching and fighting, you don't have to be so tired!" I didn't expect this dance to be so tiring. ”

"Dancing?" Ye Yanran frowned slightly, and asked a little inexplicably.

Huang Fuchen suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, his expression was very uncomfortable, his eyes flickered in a panic, avoiding the woman's light eyes, and bowed his head.

"Ben Shuai is wrong, it's martial arts!"

"Martial arts?" Ye Yanran muttered again, always feeling that this man looked a little weird.

Huang Fuchen's face pretended to be a little cold, and his voice fell, "Yes!" Practicing martial arts, the commander has not loosened his muscles and bones for a long time, and went to practice martial arts in the afternoon, and found a few brave soldiers to compare. ”

"Oh~~!" Ye Yanran answered softly, didn't say anything more, dropped her chopsticks, and got up.

When Huang Fuchen saw it, he suddenly raised his head, "What?" Are you full? ”

Ye Yanran nodded slightly, "Well, I was full, I didn't move much, I just read some books in the bookstore, and I wasn't so hungry." ”

Ye Yanran walked around the stool and bowed slightly to Huang Fuchen, "I'll go back to the room first, you're hungry when you practice martial arts, eat more." ”

Ye Yanran stepped on the stone steps, walked along the stone path, and walked outside.

Huang Fuchen saw the back of the woman leaving, lowered his head and was about to continue eating, he suddenly felt that he had no appetite, his eyes fell on the table, the warm pot of wine, reached out and took it, raised his head and drank a big sip, dropped the wine jug, turned around and chased out.

-End of Chapter-