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She was dressed only in a single coat, and in the early spring cold, she looked at the man who had burrowed into her bed.

The man slept calmly in her freshly hot bed, and he didn't take off his veil when he slept.

Feng Zhiwei didn't want to scream, but screaming couldn't make this man come out of her bed, and the education she received since she was a child told her that panicking didn't help at very moments.

So she pulled the quilt very calmly, patted the other party's shoulder almost gently, and said with a pleasant face: "Gu Daxia, you slept in the wrong bed." ”

Gu Daxia's head seemed to move, and Feng Zhiwei was secretly glad that he heard it, and then he heard a bang, and then the sky spun around, and his buttocks cracked like pain.

…… She was kicked to the ground by Gu Nanyi.

Yan Huaishi heard the sound rushing out of the room, and saw Feng Zhiwei sitting on the ground, looking up at the man on the bed with a stupid expression for the first time, the placket of the fallen clothes was half-hidden, revealing a touch of white that was more lustrous than the moonlight, and the fragrance of flowers floated in the middle of the night, and I don't know where the dense breath was faintly diffused.

Yan Huaishi immediately turned his gaze away, and stood at the door a little embarrassed, not knowing whether to help or avoid.

Then I heard Gu Nanyi, who was lying calmly on the bed, and said dryly: "I sleep alone." ”

Yan Huaishi was startled, and rushed into the inner room - it was better for him not to hear the next negotiation.

Isn't it just a change from sleeping with this man to sleeping with another man...... Yan Gongzi hugged a quilt and smiled like a fox.

Feng Zhiwei was also laughing, got up with a smile, and said gently: "Okay, you sleep alone." ”

The person who knows the times is Junjie, who has a big fist, who sleeps in a single room, she doesn't make trouble, and if she wants to make trouble, she won't make trouble like this.

Then she picked up another quilt and prepared to go to sleep, and prepared to kick Yan Gongzi out - didn't he mix well with the housekeeper? The housekeeper even told him the name of his little wife, so he must not mind sharing the bed, right?

Just two steps away, the man on the bed rolled over and said, "You're here." ”

Feng Zhiwei stumbled, almost didn't get wrapped around the quilt, and turned around and asked in disbelief: "Am I here?" ”

The man was lying down, breathing slightly and stirring the veil, undulating gently, with a beautiful outline, looking at Feng Zhiwei's eyes at this moment, but he felt like a zombie who was about to cheat the corpse.

"Yes."

Be concise and to the point. Immediately, as soon as his hand was raised, a ball of white flowers flew over and landed at Feng Zhiwei's feet.

Her pillow.

This is to make her lay on the floor, Feng Zhiwei stared down at the pillow and warned himself a hundred times:

You must not grab a pillow and pounce on it to cover his mouth...... Absolutely no, no, no, no......

Inhale...... It was said in that booklet that when you encounter an incident where you are so angry that you are about to explode, you first inhale three times......

After sucking it three times, Feng Zhi calmed down slightly.

Isn't it just sleeping on the floor, isn't it being kicked out of bed, isn't it just that a man occupies his own bed and is not allowed to occupy other people's beds?

Just think of yourself as his maid, and the maid is all on the side of the bed.

Feng Zhiwei began to make the bed on the side of the bed, the quilt was half padded and half covered, the pillow was upright, the half-open window blew the wind of the spring night, through the hall and into the house, cool and fragrant, her depressed mood was half washed away, raised her head, and showed a shallow smile to the starlight on the deep blue sky.

It's already good, very good, to be alive, to be alive, to be alive, to be alive and not to miss the fragrance of flowers in the good season of every season.

Gu Nanyi on the bed suddenly moved.

He leaned down and met Feng Zhiwei's smiling face, and across the veil, he stared at Ruyuan's gaze and met her smile as warm as water.

That faint smile blooms at an impossible time, like a pear blossom with a dewy bud in the middle of the night, silently enchanting in the east wind.

The spring night was blurry, the light yarn floated, a layer of yarn was like mist, he looked silently behind the mist, and she smiled shallowly in front of the mist.

There is no reason for the silence at this moment, but even those who have always been trapped in their own world do not want to be shocked.

It may seem like a long time, but the encounter is actually very short.

In an instant, he walked back to his own world, forgetting the moment he had just been shocked.

Feng Zhiwei had already turned his gaze away, not understanding what the zombie jade carving, who had never done more, was doing.

She lay down comfortably, wrapped in the quilt on her narrow footrest, and fell asleep.

She seemed to have quickly entered a dream, the smile on the corner of her lips gradually dissipated, and the ends of her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if sinking into a tangled and painful life.

The man on the bed was breathing as calmly as ever, and he also fell asleep, and the veil flickered gently, and no one could guess the world in his dreams, and could see his expression behind the veil.

Perhaps, there is no dream, no look.

Outside the window, the moonlight is quiet.

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Feng Zhiwei quickly knew what it meant to be impulsive and stupid.

Not only sleeping and sleeping on the pedals, but also including the following lessons-Young Master Gu is golden and noble, and extremely delicate, such as the material of his clothes, which cannot be heavy or inferior, must be light and soft, the lighter and less the better, as if another layer of skin is ironed, such as clothes must be wrinkled, there is no unevenness, if the clothes are not right one day, he will directly throw out Feng Zhiwei, who is responsible for taking care of his clothes.

Yes, responsible for taking care of the clothes, not only that, Feng Zhiwei has also completely become a contractor for all matters such as daily chores, laundry and pulp, it is impossible to count on Yan Huaishi for these things, it is good that the young master can take care of himself, and Young Master Gu, even if the clothes are not washed cleanly, he can throw Feng Zhiwei from the house to the roof.

Feng Zhi thought sadly, sure enough, the cheap entourage can't be led, which is her companion? This is obviously her uncle.

At this moment, she pulled her hand full of soap foam out of the basin, looked down at the expensive and soft robe and pants in the basin, and thought very maliciously and **** - why has she never washed Gu Nanyi's ****?

Thinking of this, her face flushed slightly, and then she heard the Qingyue bell, she wiped her hands, took the book and went to class.

She was assigned to the Academy of Political History, and all the way by, everyone looked sideways - she was a student who had recently become popular in this academy - her mysterious retinue added a lot of popularity to her, and it is said that someone in the academy bet that Gu Nanyi must have a pockmarked face under the veil.

That's right, pockmarked face, a character that is more potholed than pockmarks!

However, she was still very interested in the teaching of the academy, which was open-minded and miscellaneous, not limited to a subset of classics and history, and sometimes even political discussion courses - discussion courses on current affairs of the previous dynasty and even the current dynasty, although relatively obscure, but also very beneficial, most of the lecturers did not introduce their identities, only gave a vague surname, but it was said that some of them were unusual, not only contemporary Confucians, but also some noble scholars of the imperial court.

Today's lesson is political theory, Feng Zhiwei's most interested study, the gray-haired Mr. Hu, put forward a new topic.

"Dacheng Shousheng thirteen years, Emperor Li's fortieth birthday, the princes presented gifts, among which the four princes who were deeply favored by the emperor at the border pass of Yuanzhen, because His Majesty was a horse and loved horses very much, so he worked hard to find a top horse, and sent it away with heavy military protection, this gift will be very pleasing to His Majesty, and at that time the emperor had not yet established a prince, and the four princes were very loud - may I ask you, if you are a staff member of other princes, how should you suggest for the lord and deal with this matter?"

The hall was silent for a moment, and all the students from extraordinary families were shocked by this direct and **** question, Feng Zhi lowered his eyelashes slightly, Emperor Dacheng Li did not live past forty years old at all, and the four princes of Emperor Li were very weak and did not guard the border at all, which emperor and prince of which dynasty is this talking about?

What's weird about this question today......

Do you want to answer?

She pondered silently, not noticing that the atmosphere on all sides was special, and in the shade of the trees outside the house, at some point, a figure appeared half-hidden and half-visible.