Winter is the quietest of the four seasons, but this winter is a busy time for many people.

For example, Su Long was busy asking Wan Wan to fulfill her promise to invite her to drink. However, because what Wan Wan said about drinking is drinking, and Su Long's understanding of drinking is drinking flower wine, the two failed to reach a consensus, and this matter has long become a cycle of questioning, fruitlessness, and passing tricks;

Another example is Feng Songniang, who is busy preparing for marriage. Her way of preparing for marriage is completely different from that of other people's little ladies, and the needlework is all handed over to the girls, and she finds the sparring partner of Yinque every day, and practices hard to catch the hand;

Another example is that Mrs. Yunxiang is busy preparing for a happy event, and she is also busy cleaning her youngest son's yard. She cleaned not the courtyard house, but the big and small girls in the yard. Those who are coquettish, too clever and lively, those who have no foundation in the house, and those who have too thick roots in the house...... In short, all the signs that might cause trouble in her opinion were all extinguished;

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Wan Wan is also busy, busier than ever.

First of all, the settlement of the people of the four gates. Some of the people of the four gates stayed behind to continue to serve the court, some of them received the money or returned home or roamed freely, and some of them only wanted to follow Wan Wan and refused to be sent by the court.

The latter two are easy to say, if you want to leave the gift, if you want to follow her, just send it to Mingyue Villa, and the part that stays in Bianjing is the most exhausting. The arrangement of positions, the promotion of official ranks, and the newly recruited personnel to supplement them really took a lot of time.

The next step is to get the four doors into operation. Tailing refused to serve Zhao Zijing, and even Bianliang didn't want to stay longer, so he ran to Shuzhong early. Without her, Wanwan would have to face these affairs by herself.

In addition to these official duties, her personal affairs are also enough for her to be busy. Busy simplifying the use of the Four Door Orders, busy with plans to make a fortune.

The world is stable, and Zhao Zijing is so heavy on agriculture and business, making bold moves and making great efforts. Shengshi, is it still far away? The economy is booming right now, and as time goes by, people will get better and better, and they will have more and more money in their pockets.

How can the money from everyone's pockets flow into her pockets? Of course, it is to advocate consumption and let everyone buy her things.

How? This is what Wan Wan has to be busy with.

She laid out a complete plan, erecting examples, making up stories, and writing them by word of mouth, using all the methods and communication channels available to incite consumption. It doesn't matter if you think that there is more money and you don't burn your hands no matter how much money you have, there is a plan for any kind of people.

For making money, Wan Wan has a supreme passion. Finally had time to rest, she also lay on the table and wrote hard, writing from early morning to dusk.

Feng Qingcheng walked over and put aside the scattered words and papers. He sat opposite Wan Wan and didn't say a word, just looked at her quietly, and when he saw her eyebrows fluttering, the corners of his lips unconsciously curved.

When Wan Wan stopped her pen and turned her wrist to take a break, Feng Qingcheng handed her a few thick folding books. Wan Wan took it and looked through it, and saw that it was a gift list, a guest list, and the rest didn't need to look at it to know what it was.

"Isn't Song Niang's happy event all done by the two aunts?"

Feng Qingcheng smiled: "It's not Song Niang's." ”

Wan Wan took a closer look at it at the moment and found that this one did not look like Song Niang's. This is not a ceremony for marrying a woman, but for a woman.

Feng Qingcheng's voice sounded again, as low as a spring night wine, with a gentle smile, "Now that everything is stable, I can finally settle down and choose an auspicious day to be serious and beautiful, and I will make up the three books, six ceremonies, and the personal welcome card to you." ”

The house is lit with wishful incense, light smoke, warm incense, and the fragrance is faint, dyeing the incense inch by inch of time at this moment.

For Wan Wan, the three books and six ceremonies, and the personal welcome card are all formalities, or the kind of troublesome form that causes headaches. But the matter of marrying Feng Qingcheng is that she doesn't feel the slightest trouble thousands of times, but only feels infinite joy.

What's more, there is a gift money for taking the form.

Regarding the fact that the husband and wife suddenly want to worship heaven and earth again, there are only a handful of people in Bianliang City who do not hold back their curiosity. A long time ago, there were "rumors" that the Marquis of Dingbei and the Lord Ming had already separated. So that's not a rumor. But if they really once separated, what is the reason for living together for most of the past six months?

Their curiosity did not hold back for too long, and soon there was an "inside story" circulating. That simple explanation, which was originally only a few words, became the most popular tea story in this winter after word of mouth and layer by layer.

The Dingbei Hou Mansion held two happy events in a row, one in the previous year and the other in the new year. Joy is in succession, winter goes to spring.

This is the twilight of Jingxi's fifth year. It had just rained and the air was fresh.

In Shuzhong, a prosperous and gorgeous sea of begonia flowers, there is an official road winding through. There was a convoy of carriages and horses on the official road. A bird swooped down from among the clouds, swept through a forest of begonias, and rushed straight into one of the carriages.

In the carriage, Feng Qingcheng took out a small copper pipe from the bird's leg.

Wan Wan blinked and said, "Don't you want to call us back?" ”

When he resigned, Zhao Zijing agreed happily, but there was one sentence: listen to the call at any time.

I can already see the buildings of Mingyue Villa from afar, won't Zhao Zijing call them back now?!

The note in the brass pipe is not from Bianjing, but from Qiwu Island. Feng Han's goods are a chatter, but her note is extremely simple, in addition to urging Feng Qingcheng to return quickly, there is only one sentence that the second master has returned, and now he is in Qiwu.

In addition to missing her uncle, Wan Wan is also curious about Tao Xiangdai. She could be sure that Feng Han deliberately cherished words like gold, and fished her to Qiwu quickly. If she went, Fengqing City naturally went.

After snorting twice, Wan Wan said: "What is urgent, it takes so much heart to pass on the letter." With that, she lifted the curtain and told the string to stop.

The convoy temporarily stopped on the side of the road.

Wan Wan said to Feng Qingcheng: "I don't know what is going on on Qiwu Island, so let's turn around and go east?" ”

Feng Qingcheng smiled slightly and said, "No matter how big or small, take Wanwan's first." ”

What can Feng Han do? This note doesn't look like it's really urgent, it's just urging the succession. He has cleared up the troubles on Qiwu Island, and it doesn't matter if the succession is sooner or later.

His words made Wan Wan happy, and after being happy, she saw Feng Qingcheng feeding the birds slowly and methodically, and her expression was very leisurely.

She looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but say: "Come to think of it, I have to make up my mind about everything, could it be because Hengzhi is lazy?" ”

Feng Qingcheng raised his eyes in astonishment, "How can Wan Wan think like this?" Be as you please, because it pleases you. He smiled and said, "If you feel tired, I'll make up your mind later." ”

Wan Wan was about to speak, when she heard Liu Rufeng calling outside the car: "Sister Awan." ”

She opened the curtain on one side, and Liu Rufeng handed in a broken branch, "Sister Awan, look! ”

The cut surface of the broken branch is extremely smooth, even the edges are smooth. To be able to cause such a fracture, Wan Wan only wants to get a kind of blade - the meteorite silk of the Night Far Dynasty.

It's not just the blade, but it's also the technique that the night is used to.

She checked again and asked, "Where did you find it, and are there any traces of a fight?" ”

Liu Rufeng smiled unnaturally and said, "It's over there." The marks were not caused by a fight, but rather a ......" After a dry cough, he continued: "Chopping wood." ”

Wan Wan's imagination was a little richer, and the picture of the night far away from the dynasty cutting firewood with meteoric silk suddenly appeared vividly in her mind. She froze, and she couldn't hold back her laughter. Of course, she is still reliable. I didn't forget to let Liu Rufeng pay a little attention and find out the traces of the Yeyuan Dynasty.

The curtains were lowered again, and the wheels rolled. The mountain wind crossed, setting off a rain of flowers. The falling flowers carry the fine raindrops of the branches, and the wind is slightly moist and fragrant.

In the distance, the rain clouds are scattered in the mountains, and the mist is like the rendered ink, which looms over the huge Mingyue Mountain Villa.

Feng Qingcheng took out a bird cage from the storage compartment of the carriage, put the well-fed birds in it, wiped his hands and poured a peach blossom dew and handed it to Wan Wan.

The nourishment of the water made Wan Wan feel refreshed, and she remembered what she had just said. She looked at him with a smile and said, "How can I be willing to work hard." It's still me who bother. [End of volume]