A few days after Wan Wan was looked at by Ye Yuanchao with strange eyes, the atmosphere in the northern capital suddenly became strange.

The stuffing of Zhao Zixuan's harem stopped for some reason. In the middle of the court, what the eyes see is peace, but the nose smells a tense smell.

And all this is only the perception of a few. The sun rose in the northern capital as usual, and the people's days went on as usual.

In such an atmosphere, a new trend quietly became popular among the officials and wealthy households in the city. - If there is no sweeping chicken or sweeping duck in anyone's house, it is not easy to invite someone to enter the door.

Wan Wan asked Xuanmen to make two batches of sweepers, but she said that it was only one batch, not to mention the business and business, and it looked like a serious yamen. Privately, it is implied that if any official or wealthy family asks for a door, he will sell one if the price is high enough.

Of course, selling is not called selling, it is called cutting love because of good friendship and fate. Buying is not called buying, it is called thanks.

It turns out that hunger marketing can also be mixed up in this time and space.

This windfall made Wan Wan's fingers cramp slightly, and after distributing a bonus to the Xuanmen craftsman, and then giving a commission to those who "cut love" out of the sweeper, all the remaining silver money was used to improve the food. Not only has the quality of the three meals a day been improved, but more snacks and sweet soups have been added in the morning, afternoon and evening.

The days passed in the moisturization, and the fresh melons came on the market.

In the middle of summer, a few melons are fished out in the middle of the well, peeled and seeded and cut into small pieces, and then sprinkled with some crushed ice and sugar foam, and slowly eaten with a small skewer is the most enjoyable. If it's a little rougher, it's also good to smash it open and pick up a petal to bite at will.

At the moment, Feng Han and Wan Wan are both taking the path of enjoyment. When they finished the process one by one, Ye Yuanchao, who had taken the rough route, had already eaten two melons, wiped his mouth and flashed back to the house.

Feng Han looked at the two closed doors, and asked Wan Wan curiously and wonderingly, "What's wrong with him lately?" ”

Wan Wan picked up a piece of melon from Feng Han's plate and said, "Probably afraid that I will be lustful, and one of them will not be controlled and defile him." ”

Feng Han nodded, looked at the melon pieces on the plate, and then forked out two pieces from Wan Wan's plate, "So afraid, he still follows you like this?" ”

Wan Wan lazily explained the long list again, and after forking out three melons from Feng Han's plate, she said briefly nonsense: "Stimulus." ”

The conversation between the two of them was clearly heard in the room by Ye Yuanchao. The corners of his lips twitched slightly, and then he calmly and naturally continued to rub the tiger head ring. He rubbed it very carefully, and even pulled out the meteorite silk inside and rubbed it on the cotton handkerchief.

During the time when Ye Yuanchao was wiping weapons, Wan Wan and Feng Han competed in the courtyard.

The melon on his plate was moved by the other party, and both of them felt a loss. If you fork me a few pieces, I'll double the fork back. If the cycle continues, the two people simply don't wait for each other's forks. His eyes were fixed on each other's plates, and he quickly forked a piece after eating.

At this stage of the competition, it is no longer the number but the speed.

The two of them were arguing, and they were still distracted by the thoughts.

Wan Wan's thoughts were still on the issue of Feng Han's talent. Ye Yuanchao looked at her with that strange look for so many days, but he didn't change his mind. I don't know when Emperor Zhaoning will be able to exert her strength and take away this human camera.

Thinking of Emperor Zhaoning, Wan Wan couldn't help but shake her head secretly.

That little girl is really not powerful.

Feng Han's distracted question made her feel a little frightened in her heart. At this moment, Wan Wan was very close to her, because she wanted to shorten the distance between the melon and her mouth, and she wanted to suppress Feng Han's arm to prevent her from lifting the plate so that she couldn't reach it, so Wan Wan's body was half leaning on Feng Han's body.

The posture is so ambiguous, and she has no feeling of taking advantage!

Feng Han's hand was still forking the melons on Wanwan's plate in different ways, but his heart was already turbulent - did he really become a woman?

No, no, no, she's just physically different from ordinary men, but she's definitely a man.

Feng Han's gaze shifted from the melon plate to Wan Wan's body, and he thought in his heart: Could it be that the problem is with Sister A Wan. Because of the special identity of Sister Awan, because they have similar interests and are too similar...... That's why she feels like she has such abnormal behavior.

In the dark, it seems that there is a god who is helping Feng Han. While she was wrestling with the question, another woman came to the courtyard.

A delicate little lady.

When Emperor Zhaoning came in with a big palace maid, Wan Wan and Feng Han still maintained the competition for talents. You fork the melons on my plate and eat them, and I fork the melons on your plate, which looks full of sweetness.

Emperor Zhaoning's face turned red, and she subconsciously turned back. Her cheeks were hot, her heart was very embarrassed, and she realized that it was not the right time.

Compared with Emperor Zhaoning's reaction, the performance of the big palace maid was much calmer. There wasn't even a slight change of expression on her face, and her attention was still only on the sounds around her and the two cold melons in her arms.

This big palace maid is actually not a palace maid, she is the secret guard of the underground gate.

The new batch of dark guards has not yet been trained, and this is a member of the group that Wan Wan brought out from Bianjing. After more than three years of getting along, she was not surprised by all of Wanwan's actions. She is one of the few people who doesn't like gossip, so she has a lot of calmness.

This embarrassing situation was broken by Feng Han.

She stuffed the plate of melons into Wan Wan's hand, and strode towards Emperor Zhaoning.

Before she could speak, the big palace maid shook her body and stopped her.

Feng Han's attention temporarily shifted to the big palace maid. Seeing that the other party's complexion was mediocre, her legs were not long, and her breasts were not too big, she leaned over and raised a charming smile again, wanting to continue to get close to Emperor Zhaoning.

Seeing this, the palace maid naturally wanted to do it.

Wan Wan reacted at this moment, and quickly reached out and grabbed Feng Han's back collar and pulled her back. His eyes swept to the two cold melons in the arms of the palace maid.

Well, fortunately, the shot was fast and the melon was intact.

What Feng Han wants to do, she doesn't know. But she knew that the guard wanted to do it. If you start to do it, won't this melon fall?

Thinking with his toes, he also knew that Emperor Zhaoning was here, and he was sending cold melons on the surface.

Wan Wan gave Feng Han a fierce warning with her eyes, and Feng Han raised her eyebrows, not afraid. But thinking that there are a lot of beauties in the northern capital, I can't afford to fight with Wan Wan for such a little lady who hasn't grown.

On a hot day, I sweated and suffered.

Seeing that Feng Han had stopped, Wan Wan stuffed the two plates of her fingers into Feng Han's hands. was very understanding and omitted the greetings, and said directly: "I don't have such a big knife at home, so I went out to buy one to cut melons." ”

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the other three people in the courtyard fell on Wan Wan's waist - isn't this a knife suitable for cutting melons?

Immediately, the three of them took their eyes back: How can you cut melons with such a precious blade. What's more, this is a knife that drinks countless blood.

Emperor Zhaoning thought of one more layer than the other two, and understood what Wan Wan meant: Buying a knife is just an excuse, and Lord Ming deliberately hid out.

Ye Yuanchao doesn't like to talk very much. Every time she comes, when Wan Wan is present, the night will be silent. And if Wan Wan is not there, there will always be an emperor in the night far away. Please pay attention to the latest chapters in the future