Feng Han was thinking in her heart, of course Wan Wan didn't know, she sent a candy to her mouth again.

Feng Han couldn't help but stretched out his hand to Wan Wan's lower abdomen again, "Eat less, could it be that there is no place to squeeze, so I can't ...... it all the time."

There was a "clucking" sound in the night. Feng Han could tell that it was the sound of the knuckles of the knuckles when the person clenched his fists.

Immediately, she withdrew her hand and waved it again and again: "Don't fight, don't fight, I'm tired." ”

After two fights in a row, Wan Wan also felt tired, so she let go of her fist and continued to chew the sugar in her mouth. Feng Han didn't say anything again, his eyes looked at Wan Wan, and he silently doubted Feng Qing City in his heart.

Wan Wan has been by the side of Ming Er Ye since she was a child, and Ming Er Ye loves her very much, her physical condition is better than ordinary people, and there is no possibility of any problems. Usually, a young couple can get pregnant in less than half a year after they get married. Why did these two people add an extra year on top of half a year, and there was no movement for a full year and a half.

If there is no problem with the one in front of her, then there is something wrong with her brother.

The more Feng Han thought about it, the more he felt that it was the same thing, recalling his reaction when she went to Fengqing City House to stuff the beauty, where could a normal man do it.

Thinking of this, Feng Han became melancholy. Her brother can't give birth to a child, so what should she do?

These two branches of the Feng family are not rich in heirs, and if they don't choose Hengzhi, then there is only Yizhi. Just thinking about Yi Zhi's stupid appearance and his empty daughter-in-law, she became more and more melancholy. After thinking about it, I still feel that Hengzhi is the most suitable.

After struggling for a while, Feng Han thought: It's better to find a way to save it, maybe it's not serious.

After making a decision, Feng Han thought about it seriously, and felt that no matter who had a problem, it would be right for the two of them to recuperate together. At this moment, Heng Zhiyuan is in Bianliang, so let's find a way to tune Wan Wan first.

Only then did I think about this, and I heard Wan Wan ask, "Does that little lady know your relationship?" ”

Feng Han shook his head and said, "I don't know at all." She had never seen me at my brother's place, and I covered it up when I came out with her, and secretly followed her for a day before showing up for a chance encounter. ”

Wan Wan nodded, got up and patted the hem of her skirt to prepare to go back to rest. Before lifting her feet, she patted her head and said, "I almost forgot, there is one more thing." ”

Feng Han raised a smile and said, "What's the matter, Sister Ah Wan just have to say it." ”

Wan Wan nodded and said seriously: "It's not that his demeanor and appearance can be compared with you, but your demeanor and appearance can barely compare with him." With that serious look, Wan Wan looked Feng Han up and down, and said with great certainty: "It's still the kind that can't be compared with a clear eye." ”

Feng Han shook his head and sighed regretfully: "Sister Awan, you are really confused and blind. ”

Wan Wan glanced at her, and gave her a crisp and neat "Skiff!" Then he jumped away from this roof ridge with a light tiptoe, jumped silently between the heavy eaves and green walls, and soon returned to the Simen Mansion.

Feng Han sat still, sighing alone under the star dome: Sure enough, not everyone is as perfect as themselves. God gave Sister A Wan many advantages, but also gave her some shortcomings, such as aesthetics.

You don't have to look in the mirror to know that you are the most beautiful man in the world.

Still with a clear eye? If you can walk your eyes like this, where can you call them clear-eyed!

After a while, Feng Han "tsk" twice and said secretly: That's right, the eyes surnamed Ming can also be called Ming eyes.

Feng Han pursed his lips, got up and prepared to stretch his muscles, but when he moved, he felt that his muscles hurt, and he couldn't help grinning again.

At this moment, in another corner of the northern capital, a blue brick wall encloses a house. In a certain house, a small window is slightly opened, and candlelight is cast into the courtyard. On the window paper, there are two figures on the left and right.

In the window, there is a simple jujube wood table, a few side dishes and a pot of sake. The man sitting on the right lifted the flask and drank it full, and sighed with a smile: "To put it mildly, our official family is really not suitable to be an official. After all, it's too temperamental. ”

Another laughed and said: "There's nothing wrong with this, the official family has a better temperament, and we people won't end up being cunning rabbits and lackeys." ”

The one who spoke before laughed a few times, drank half a glass of wine unhurriedly, and then lifted his chopsticks to take a salted bean into his mouth and chewed it slowly, no longer speaking.

Take a closer look, the few small dishes on the table are all easy to obtain from ordinary people, and the cooking methods are not very delicate, which can be described as simple. But the two people sitting at the table were not ordinary people.

The one on the right is the Chinese scholar Ling Xu Shihong, who was the master of the Son of Heaven. The name on the left is Meng Zheng, who is a little younger, but he is also the official of the second grade. In the Northern Capital, these two are the number of the number of figures, and they have a great contribution to the dragon.

They gathered together today in the name of gossip, but in fact, the content of the talk has nothing to do with leisure.

The candle flame shook and there was a "crackling" sound.

After being silent for a while, Meng Zheng smiled and said, "Old Xu has any way to solve this big trouble for the official family." ”

Xu Shihong shook his head and said: "Although it may not be a good thing, it may not be a big disaster. Let's see. ”

Meng Zhengdao: "The four gates all listen to Ming Wanwan's orders, and they are not considered to be subordinate to the official family, this is one of them."

Now the official family refuses to welcome her into the palace according to your method, and has made a thing that should have been simple to such a complicated point. If you continue to let it go, you can't say that there will be something out of control, and that's the second thing.

Based on these two points alone, it is not easy for Ming Wanwan to get rid of this person. ”

Xu Shihong narrowed his eyes and said, "You invited me here today, didn't you want to discuss anything with me?" You've got an idea. ”

Meng Zheng waved his hand and said: "If you are not talented in your later life, even if you have an idea, you can't get on the stage." Everything depends on Elder Xu. ”

Xu Shihong put down the chopsticks in his hand, paused slightly, and said: "I don't have an idea, I don't want to have any ideas, and I don't recommend you to have any ideas." Again, let's see. ”

After saying that, he stood up and arched his hand to Meng Zheng, and said, "It's not early, I'm going to say goodbye here." ”

Seeing this, Meng Zheng no longer insisted on it. He got up and said, "I'll send you." ”

Xu Shihong did not refuse, Meng Zheng kept sending him out of the hospital, and personally helped him into the sedan chair. Before letting go, Meng Zheng said: "I don't have an idea in my late life, maybe someone else has an idea, and I'm afraid that the wind in the northern capital can't stop for a while." ”

Xu Shihong smiled and said, "It's just right, it's cool." ”

With that, he sat down in the sedan chair and raised his voice to let the entourage carry a lantern in front of the child to lead the way.

Several sedan chair drivers were very strong, lifted the sedan chair effortlessly, and took a steady step. Meng Zheng stood respectfully with his hands down, and it was not until the sedan chair was far away that he turned around and returned to the house. Slowly paced into the house and drank alone.

The flask was empty, and Meng Zheng stood up and pushed open the window.

The night breeze blows through the window, and the northern capital is quiet and beautiful at this moment.

Meng Zheng flicked the little dust on his sleeve, his face was relaxed, but his thoughts were still deeply immersed in Fang Cai's conversation.

That matter must not be delayed, but his idea of planning is not safe, otherwise he would not think of looking for Xu Shihong to discuss another idea. The arrow must be fired, and the problem is only how to fire it. You can't use unsound ideas until you have to break the boat.

How to send that arrow still needs careful planning.