The Zhenguo Mansion was a pot of porridge, and the day after Ye Zhiwei returned to Qingyueju, she received a message from the Jin Steward: "The housekeeper's mother in the second lady's courtyard took the dry stock documents of Wuweiju and left the mansion, and the second master Ye Guangling was ready to use the Fang family's dowry and sent someone to the gold shop to negotiate the price." ”

Wuweiju's dry stock paperwork? That's a good thing.

Ye Zhiwei's eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile, and she instructed Xiaolian: "I'll write a letter, you go and catch a carrier pigeon." Since Xiao Liuzi helped her domesticate a batch of pigeons, now she and Zhuangshang, as well as the snack yard on the dock, use carrier pigeons to deliver letters.

Xiaolian went to the pigeon house and caught a pigeon and came out.

Ye Zhiwei wrote a letter to Cang Ming, then rolled the letter paper into a thin column, stuffed it into a small bamboo bucket, and tied it to the pigeon's leg.

Forty or five of Juwei's dry stocks is not a small amount, and she wants Cang Ming to intercept it one step in advance.

If she can collect another 20% of the dry shares, she can have absolute control over Wuweiju, and then Wuweiju will be her world......

She thought about it, and she couldn't help but smile slyly.

"What's the hell with that?" Twilight's voice suddenly rang out, startling her.

Feng Duhan had already entered the door at some point, changed into a homely plain robe, and was standing at the door looking at her.

Ye Zhiwei turned her head to look out the window, the sun was rising high, and it was not yet noon, "Why did you come back so early today?" She wondered.

Twilight reached out from behind her, and she saw that he was holding a brocade bag in his hand.

"What is this?" Ye Zhiwei's eyes were shining, "Did you send it to me?" ”

"Hmm." Feng Duhan lifted up his robe and sat opposite her in a dashing manner.

Xiaolian originally wanted to come in for tea, but was quietly stopped by Liu Yan beside her.

Liu Yan pouted outside the door, Xiaolian understood, and the two retreated lightly.

The burden of embroidered brocade was placed on the table, Ye Zhiwei looked up at the wind and twilight, and saw that his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes flashed with a soft light.

She couldn't help but feel a ripple in her heart.

Opening the baggage, she couldn't help but let out an "ah".

The corners of Feng Twilight's narrow eyes rose upward, "Do you like it?" ”

Ye Zhiwei pinched the dress in the bag with her fingers and gently lifted it up.

Sunlight filtered in through the window, reflecting a soft glow on the translucent tulle.

Ye Zhiwei pressed her face against it, slightly cool, silky as if water was flowing through her fingers.

The robe of ice silk is really dazzling!

Ye Zhiwei put the robe on her body and compared, "Where did you ask the embroiderer to do this?" "The style is designed by herself, but the work of the embroiderer has to ask others to do it, although her needlework has the true inheritance of Shi Niang, but for some reason, she is very disgusted, let her sit there honestly embroidery, can drive her crazy.

"Shangfu Bureau." Wind Twilight Chill understated.

Ye Zhiwei stood up, draped the translucent robe on her body, and circled around the room, watching the robe float up like a faint cloud, and giggles flew out of the window, as if dyeing the sky of Qingyueju clear and blue.

Feng Duhan smiled slightly, looking at her soft and boneless little hands raised in the air, grabbing the ice silk robe, happy like a child who begged for candy during the New Year, there seemed to be something slowly sinking in her heart, and the depths of her phoenix eyes were full of intoxicating smoke and waves.

"If you like it, it's fine." He struggled to make his voice sound the same as usual.

"By the way, I promised to make one for my mother." Ye Zhiwei stopped circling, "But the style worn by the concubine has to be designed separately." Her eyes lit up, and she jumped up and went straight to the study.

Feng Duhan saw that she went to the study for a long time and didn't come back, so she got up and followed in.

Yip Zhiwei is leaning over the table, carefully drawing the style of the new style of clothes on paper.

Feng Duhan walked over calmly, picked up the ink strip on the table, and helped her grind the ink.

Ye Zhiwei didn't notice it at first, "How about such a style?" I think it's the most beautiful thing for a concubine to wear this. She took a half-step back, smirking at the blueprints she had drawn.

Princess Nan is an extremely beautiful person in her own right, and she has improved the design of her breasts specifically to highlight the princess's mature body.

Twilight looked at the design, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl.

"You like the concubine very much?"

"Of course!" Ye Zhiwei laughed, "Who doesn't like big beauties." ”

As soon as the words fell, she felt that her tone seemed to be wrong, and quickly changed her words: "The mother concubine is polite, gentle and virtuous...... Naturally, I like it. ”

Twilight chuckled suddenly, took the brush from her hand, refilled the ink, and pulled another piece of paper to draw on.

Ye Zhiwei leaned over curiously, and gradually, a rudimentary form of a woman jumped out of the paper.

Is this the princess in the painting? Ye Zhiwei blinked her eyes curiously, she never knew that Feng Duhan was so good at painting.

After a while, most of the beauty picture was drawn, but the beauty's face was empty.

"Why don't you draw her facial features?" Ye Zhiwei said strangely.

"I'll wait until my husband can see it more clearly." He suddenly took her into his arms with one hand, and his phoenix eyes were burning like flames, clinging to her face.

Feng Duhan was wearing a homely plain robe, and the whole person looked much softer than usual, her sword eyebrows were stretched, and she no longer saw the word "Chuan" in the center of her eyebrows.

At this time, he is no longer the unruly and mighty general, nor is he the prince of the Southern Wang, his long posture is straight, and his thin lips hook a charming smile, at this time he is just a handsome young man who loves his wife.

Ye Zhiwei was bewildered by his smile, which was like a dazzling light, piercing through the frosty and frozen lake and breaking through the clouds and mist of Dufeng.

When she came back to her senses, she realized that she had been pressed down by him on the table.

"What are you doing?" Ye Zhiwei reached out to push him.

"Of course, it is necessary to follow the beauty to enter the painting." Twilight's eyebrows widened, the fingers of his left hand brushed over her sideburns, and then he lifted his pen and drew the beautiful woman's eyebrows on the paper.

Ye Zhiwei wanted to turn her head to look at the painting, but he held it down with his left hand, "I'll show you later." ”

She was forced to tilt her head back, half-lying on the table, her body close to her, even if she wanted to get up on her own.

She had to resign herself to lying there as a "model", but Feng Duhan didn't just compare her appearance, he carefully traced her eyebrows and eyes, and from time to time he lifted the pen and fell.

If it weren't for his serious demeanor when he put down the pen, Ye Zhiwei would almost have thought that he was deliberately playing tricks on her.

What kind of painting is this?,Even if it's a picture of a beauty, you don't need to touch and hug it.,It's all cheap for him to take advantage of.。

Ye Zhiwei's face was slightly itchy by him, and she couldn't help but joke: "Why don't I change that ice silk robe and let you draw?" ”

She was joking, and she didn't want her hand to hold the pen in the twilight.

"It's a good idea for Vile to propose." Twilight leaned down, and she could clearly see her own shadow in his eyes.

"It's a pity...... It's too early to watch the beauty under the lamp. ”

Ye Zhiwei said embarrassedly: "I'm just talking......" If she really changed the ice silk robe and stood in front of him, let alone drawing a picture of a beauty, I was afraid that before she could lift the pen, she would already be in the mouth of a tiger.

She was thinking about it when suddenly the cold face of the wind and twilight quickly approached, and the tip of the soft tongue swept over her lips, engulfing her with the characteristic aura of a man.