That night, the lights in two places of the Protector's Mansion were always on.

Su Qianning rushed out a plan overnight, of course, it was Jinshu holding the pen, and she dictated.

Fu Yuan usually goes to bed very late, and the usual time is either to return from the Qinglou, or to adjust the internal rest and practice at this moment.

Fu Yuan sat on the bed and looked at the letter handed by Jinshu.

It was only two hours before and after, and the woman thought of a plan, which was interesting.

Fu Yuan hurriedly swept through this new article called the planning book, the words were extremely colloquial, and the format was also very special.

At the beginning of the paper, it was the time, place, people and the like, and Fu Yuan quickly understood what was written on the paper after a few glances.

Fu Yuan said: 'Let go and do it.' ’

The hand holding the paper exuded a slight force, and the paper immediately turned to powder.

The next day, Su Qianning slept well, as a concubine, she was also very arbitrary, the eldest princess exempted her from asking for peace, and her life seemed to be very leisurely, but she knew that this was definitely not the life she wanted.

Listening to the news from the brocade book, I was slightly relieved in my heart, and finally started.

Time: Early evening

Venue: Yuxuan Court (Green Building)

Characters: Fu Yuan and his fox friends and dog friends, a woman in a green house, and a prostitute

Scene: Fu Yuan stays in the hall today, messing with a group of prostitutes.

Du Zhu was already drunk, and the woman next to him was lying in his arms, soft and fragrant, extremely provocative.

Everyone else was drunk, and from time to time there were exclamations of women in the hall.

Fu Yuan didn't know how many times he had experienced such an extravagant scene.

Just as he was about to get up and take the woman next to him upstairs, Lin Yi, the attendant next to him, came over.

Bending down and presenting an object: 'Master, this is something that Madame asked the little one to send and say that you must take a look. ’

Before Fu Yuan could speak, Du Zhu beside him snatched it up, and with a movement of his fingers, he unfolded the object, which turned out to be a painting.

Du Zhu muttered: "I heard that Brother Fu has accepted a new concubine, and it is actually an unknown little concubine. ’

'Today I want to see what this woman is—'

This Du Gongzi is the youngest son of the prime minister's family, and he has been messing around with Fu Yuan behind him.

He didn't make a sound, and the rest of the room was strange, getting up and staggering towards him.

All of a sudden, they were silent.

The painting shows a woman, lying on her side on a cool goose, her skin is like congealed fat, and her body is plump and plump.

He was dressed in very revealing clothes, his calves and thighs were exposed, and his body curves were wrapped in the red robe on his body.

'A gust of wind and rain came late to wash away the heat.

dismissed the sheng spring, but made light makeup on the rhombus.

The thin ice skin is clear, and the snow is greasy and crispy.

Laughing Tan Lang: Tonight the kitchen pillow is cool. ’

Du Zhu read out loud, and the people present were boiling with beast blood, and many talented people upstairs chanted along, and there was a commotion.

Fu Yuan bowed his hand to his comrades, "Everyone, in this way, I will leave first."

Fu Yuan was very chic, turned around and walked out the door. Leaving behind a resentful female companion and a group of men with red eyes.

Fu Yuan was very satisfied, and the rest of the matter was slowly fermented by these people.

You must know that last night, after the brocade book retreated, Fu Yuan thought about the poem on the paper, and there seemed to be the fragrance of the woman's hair remaining between his noses, and Fu Yuan's qi and blood were fluctuating again, and he had no choice but to adjust it with internal force.

Sheng Qianguo is strong, but there are great restrictions on the thoughts of literati, and a group of talented people have long been fed up with the arguments of fake and empty, and now there are such pink poems, all of which are transmitted by mouth, and they are even more popular in Shengdu.

And that painting, what Su Qianning didn't expect was that it was auctioned at a sky-high price in Yuxuan Pavilion and became a collection in the house of a wealthy man.

Of course, the person on the painting is not herself, she combined the exquisite facial features on the faces of various stars according to the impression in her memory, and painted it, besides, that kind of painting can only convey the meaning but not the form, and it is impossible to recognize people with paintings.

What Su Qianning wanted was the material for painting the mural, plus a small amount of watercolor, and the effect was okay.

In modern times, Su Qianning is a professional painter, involved in all aspects, but she will not be as famous as everyone else, but her paintings have also won a lot of awards, and what she is best at is actually sketching, which is also her favorite painting.

As soon as Fu Yuan returned to the house, the subordinates in the mansion saluted one after another, and their faces were full of surprise, after the eldest young master went out at dusk, there was no reason to come back now, could it be that the girl on Fuliu Street did not serve well, and she returned to the house so early.

As soon as Fu Yuan stepped into Su Qianning's courtyard, he saw Su Qianning sitting on a rocking chair in the courtyard, rubbing her freshly washed hair.

Su Qianning was whispering and asked Jin Shu for her: "Jin Shu, do you also have some internal strength, can you use your internal force to help me dry this hair?" ’

When Jin Shu heard this, he looked helpless, "Master, you really think, how can the internal strength of the slave family be so contracted, in case it hurts you, won't the slave family become a murderer?" ’

Although their voices were small, Fu Yuan's internal strength was strong, and he could hear them clearly.

Women in this era rarely wash their hair, and Fu Yuan smelled the scent of honey locusts in the air, and he was very relaxed.

Walking towards the pair of master and servant, Su Qianning turned his head and saw Fu Yuan's outstretched hand, slender and with distinct joints.

Su Qianning understood, put her hand in, and smiled at Fu Yuanyingying.

The two of them entered the house hand in hand, leaving Sanxi and their faces narrow, the young master loved the master so much, then they were even more relieved

They are also the old people in the house, and it is not uncommon for the maids in the house to take the initiative to climb the bed, but all of them were sold to Fuliu Street by the young master, when the young master stood in front of them with a smile and only a single dress, and the words he said made the maids below fall into the ice cellar.

'If there is such a situation in the mansion again, whether it is your family giving birth to a child or coming from outside, it is unforgivable, presumably, the woman who got off the bed of the eldest young master of the Fu family is more famous, and she may not be able to be the top card in the Qinglou, don't you say? ’

The silver fan was frightened at that time, after all, that girl was not pregnant with spring, not to mention that Fu Yuan was a handsome young man, and he would be more or less cautious in his heart.

When that happened, nothing like that happened in the house.

Su Qianning and Fu Yuan walked indoors, and the two immediately let go of their hands.

Su Qianning raised her hand and saluted, this is the understanding of her subordinates.

Fu Yuan saw it, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Don't you have any explanation?" ’

Su Qianning said unhurriedly: "Master, what do you want me to explain?" ’

Fu Yuan walked around behind Su Qianning, picked up Su Qianning's hair scattered on his shoulders, wrapped his hair in the white cloth on Su Qianning's body, and mobilized the internal force in his body, and the internal force was transmitted from Fu Yuan's hand to Su Qianning's hair, Su Qianning was very 'flattered'

What is this master doing, Su Qianning's face was a little hot.

'Master, how's it going outside?' ’

Su Qianning said embarrassedly, wanting to break this somewhat strange atmosphere.

'It's working well, it's time for the next step. ’

Su Qianning was very pleased, and saluted to Fu Yuan: "Thank you for your trust, Su Qianning is fortunate not to be dishonored" and turned around to save her hair from Fu Yuan's hands.

Fu Yuan looked at Su Qianning's small movements and didn't speak, put the white cloth in his hand on the side of the table, and happened to see the brushes and paints that Su Qianning didn't put away, looking at the mess on the table, something was surging in his eyes.

Su Qianning said: "Master, it's too messy here, Qianning will let people come in and clean up immediately." ’

'Hmm'

'Master, it's getting late, why don't you let someone pass the meal now?' ’

'Good'

Su Qianning got up and quickly took out the room, asking the maid to pass Fu Yuan's dinner to the invitation house.

Fu Yuan stood at the table, thinking about the paintings made by Su Qianning, he had seen a lot of pictures of the Spring Palace, but it was the first time that Fu Yuan had seen the paintings made in that way.

Su Qianning had too many doubts on her body, and she didn't want to be like Su Qianning before she lost her memory as described in the brocade book.

The memory is gone, but the skill of writing poetry and painting is still there?

Fu Yuan said to the air: "Send the order to go down and find out who Su Qianning has been in contact with in the past ten years, and then check her biological mother." ’

The air near Fu Yuan floated for a while, and then it was calm again.

She wouldn't say, so he went and checked it himself.