Feng Wuchen still didn't say the sentence in his heart after all, and even if he said it, the other party would not believe it.

This wonderful opportunity to speak can be seen as a fool.

There is a Tingyu Xuan in the north of the capital, and the background of this building is not small, and it is not that anyone who wants to enter can enter.

Whether it is a prince or a nobleman or a famous minister in the city, if you want to come here to sit, you need to reserve a seat.

"Do you know, there is a famous character in this place called Xiao Luohua, who sings with a good voice, there is his play today, I will listen to it later."

When Feng Wuchen came in, the young men who worked here had to call him respectfully when they saw it, and it seemed that they were indeed frequent visitors here.

"Please."

The corridors here are all open on the side adjacent to the street, and when you walk in, it is a three-bay room, and Feng Wuchen has wrapped all three of them.

So they walked in to the next room, and when they entered the door, they could see the screen, and behind the screen was an elegant and simple bamboo chair and bamboo stool, on which a pot of tea was already bubbling with a slight breath.

The layout of the room is also relatively elegant, but without losing the details.

"This room is quite to my liking." Mu Qingge smiled, glanced around happily and asked, "You picked it for me?" ”

"Not really, but if you like it, then you should be quite appetizing, because I designed it."

Feng Wuchen leaned back in his chair and said lazily: "Without my permission, others won't come in easily." ”

"I see." Mu Qingge leaned against the window and looked outside, and the scenery here was in full view.

This Tingyuxuan is a hollow-shaped building, with a pair of red palace lamps on the windows of each room, and the stage of the troupe is in the center.

From this position, they can clearly see the people on the stage carrying things, busy and in a hurry.

There was a knock on the door outside, and Le Ren walked in with two oiled paper bags, which were pastries, and she had just sent her away.

Feng Wuchen took one of the oil paper packets and handed it to Le Ren and said, "The room next to me handed you something to prepare, and we will listen to the play together in a while." ”

Leren glanced at Mu Qingge, saw the other party's expression and nodded with a relaxed expression before taking the bag handed over by Feng Wuchen, thanked him and turned out.

In the face of this extraordinarily loyal and obedient attendant, Feng Wuchen was very satisfied, opened the oiled paper bag for the pastries, he sniffed it and said with a very satisfied expression: "Well, the taste of this pastry shop is different." ”

After taking it and tasting it, Feng Wuchen looked up at Mu Qingge next to him and looked at him strangely, and he also said strangely: "Hurry up and taste it?" ”

"No, if you don't invite me, how can I taste it?" Mu Qingge's blushing Bo Anger Feng Wuchen asked rhetorically: "Can you be considerate to the girl like a gentleman?" ”

"Hey, it's all so familiar, why do you have to go through the form? Sit down! ”

"Who's acquainted with you?"

Moved a stool and sat next to him, Mu Qingge tasted the pastry, a layer of soft pastry on the outside, biting with a slight hint of chewiness, but it was very soft and glutinous.

It's really delicious, Mu Qingge's eyes narrowed when he tasted it.

Feng Wuchen, who was sitting next to him holding a pastry, saw Mu Qingge laughing, smiled and shook his head, sure enough, this woman is still the best when she laughs.

Feeling Feng Wuchen's gaze, Mu Qingge's face was dyed with a faint layer of crimson, frowning and asking seriously, "Are you laughing at me?" ”

"Why am I laughing at you, don't think I'm so bad, I just think you look good when you laugh, why do you always look like an iceberg beauty outside." Feng Wuchen propped his arm on the table and looked at Mu Qingge and said, "Smile more." ”

"Hush."

Mu Qingge's big eyes rolled his eyes, leaving a not very good-looking white of the man's eyes and said: "You think I don't want to, it's not and there is no way, I'm not a man, if I don't be so fierce, I won't be bullied to death." ”

"That's right."

Feng Wuchen, who heard this reason, nodded and sighed and said: "What you said makes sense, but in the future, when we get married, you don't have to work so hard, leave these things to me, you just have a good rest at home." ”

"Come on, you and I know in our hearts what the essence of your marriage is, don't think too much." Mu Qingge said unconcernedly: "I have something that I have to do, and I must do it." ”

When Feng Wuchen heard Mu Qingge say this, he felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and was about to take the opportunity to ask what was going on, but the other party turned to look at him and asked, "It's you, why aren't you angry at all?" ”

"Me? Why should I be angry, I still have some confidence in myself, so if I can't impress you for a day, it will be a day that doesn't open my eyes, anyway, after you and I get married, whether you want to or not, I will accompany you through your life. ”

Saying that, Feng Wuchen said with a little more heroic air between his eyebrows: "With this alone, you can't get rid of me." ”

"Am I going to be careful, then?" Mu Qingge giggled and said, "The province will really be planted in your hands when the time comes." ”

"You've already been planted in my hands once, do you expect to run the second time?"

Mu Qing was tasting the food among the singers, and he didn't react to what this meant for a while, and thought he was talking about agreeing to the marriage, so he said graciously: "Yes, then I should be more careful." ”

Carefully glanced at Mu Qingge's expression, Feng Wuchen was very disappointed and didn't see anything different from weekdays, thinking that maybe he was too obsessed with this matter, so he mistakenly thought it was like this.

"By the way, how is Lianyue?" Mu Qingge was in a rare good mood, and asked him about Lianyue and said, "You didn't do anything to her later, did you?" ”

"No, what, you're still angry?"

Mu Qingge put down the pastry in his hand, shook his head after thinking about it, and said, "I'm not angry, I'm just afraid that Lian Yue doesn't understand me very well, didn't she call me a demon girl?" I'm afraid I always think I'm going to do something about you, right? ”

Feng Wuchen, who didn't speak, nodded, there were some things that Lian Yue didn't know how he arranged them, so he always felt that Mu Qingge was dragging him down, but in fact it wasn't.

But these things are not said by themselves, and even the moon will never be clear.

"Why don't you say it? If you tell Lian Yue what you think, this kind of thing shouldn't be so easy and incomprehensible, right? ”