Lu Nanfeng was stimulated by her cold, even disgusted expression, his footsteps stopped in place, and if he wanted to ask, he was stuck in his throat.

It's not that he didn't feel it, Meng Zhiyi has been avoiding him recently, not even letting him get close. He thought about many possibilities, but he couldn't understand why she became like this.

Until I heard Meng Zhiyi say again: "Let me down, I don't like the smell of you."

Lu Nanfeng really put her on the ground, then lowered his head and sniffed the smell on his body, smelling a very faint smell of rouge.

"It's about the old smell of that person, and the three of us used it together at lunchtime."

"I've always heard you say that in the old days, there was another man or woman who was also from Kyoto?"

"Man, from Kyoto, and his status is noble."

Lu Nanfeng told himself in his heart that if Meng Zhiyi asked his name again, he would also tell her.

It's a pity that Meng Zhiyi knows that this is enough, and for her, it is already very honest.

Meng Zhiyi: "Then you should be very busy lately."

Lu Nanfeng nodded, "Yes, I may rarely accompany you at night."

He took off his coat and only wore the white underwear inside, this deserted study, because of Meng Zhiyi, did not feel cold.

Throwing his clothes aside, Lu Nanfeng took two steps closer to Meng Zhiyi and grabbed her hand, "Are you afraid?"

He had already let two secret guards guard the Meng Mansion, and there were also people watching the outer periphery of the Meng Mansion, presumably the assassin would not dare to come over again.

"There's nothing to be afraid of." Meng Zhiyi chuckled lightly and asked again, "Then are you still there tonight?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sound of birds chirping outside.

Meng Zhiyi clearly felt that the expression in Lu Nanfeng's pupils flashed.

"Wait until you fall asleep."

Meng Zhiyi twisted his eyebrows and said, "But you still have a smell on you."

Lu Nanfeng is such a smart person, he subconsciously let go of the palm holding Meng Zhiyi.

The two of them looked at each other in silence for a long time, but Meng Zhiyi turned around first and went up to the newly made bed, covered the quilt and turned his back.

Her resistance, detachment was too obvious.

Lu Nanfeng wanted to take a step forward, but he heard a bird's cry outside. I could only look at the back of the woman's head that was shrunk into a ball on the bed, and then I took a new set of clothes and changed them, and disappeared into the study quietly.

Meng Zhiyi didn't know if he slept too much during the day, or if he was in a somewhat complicated mood at this moment, holding his stomach with both hands, his mind was clear.

Lu Nanfeng at least didn't lie to her, Meng Xing should have already told him about the map, and he would really be busy next.

It's good, it's good. Meng Zhiyi muttered. Z.br>

Following.

Zhou Yongheng came to the door at noon, and Meng Xing brought Meng Zhiyi over.

At that time, Meng Zhiyi had already returned to his rearranged room, but the courtyard was still a little messy. The subordinates have been busy last night, and they haven't had time to clean up yet.

It's only been a few days, Zhou Yongheng looks much thinner, and the baby fat on his cheeks has also been reduced.

Meng Zhiyi glanced at Meng Xing, not understanding why he would bring Zhou Yongheng over.

Zhou Yongheng was very worried, "Ah Yi, are you scared? I also gave a few guards to the Meng Mansion, and they will stay outside your mansion, and you will be fine in the future."

"Gongzi Zhou, please take a seat." Meng Zhiyi's expression was gentle, "I don't know if Gongzi Zhou knows, why would an assassin want to kill me, a boudoir woman?"

That's right, Meng Zhiyi is suspicious of Zhou Yongheng. He didn't do it, but the man must have known him and had something to do with him. He should know too.

Sure enough, Zhou Yongheng's expression changed, and he pulled out a smile in embarrassment, "I'll check, Ah Yi, don't worry."

Meng Zhiyi looked at Meng Xing again, "Dad, have you found any clues?"

Meng Xing: "No, the assassin runs

It's fast, and it's very good."

Meng Zhiyi said again, "How does it compare to those people I met on the canal last time?"

Meng Xing was slightly stunned.

And Meng Zhiyi's eyes looked directly at Zhou Yongheng, "Young Master Zhou, what do you think?"

"Ah Yi ......"

Zhou Yongheng is not stupid, how could he not hear Meng Zhiyi's temptation. If he hadn't been weak-minded, he would have explained it a long time ago.

Meng Zhiyi knew Zhou Yongheng too well.

Meng Xing also reacted quickly, and his face darkened in an instant.

After all, Zhou Yongheng couldn't sit here for too long with Meng Zhiyi, because Meng Zhiyi's eyes looked at him too directly, which made him want to kneel down for her on the spot.

And now, everything has gradually surfaced, and everyone who can imagine it already knows it.

Zhou Yongheng can do more, and he doesn't have much time to waste here with Meng Zhiyi.

After the winter solstice sent the people away, Meng Xing spoke: "Zhou Yongheng, this kid is not bad for you, do you think that assassin is really from the Zhou family?"

"It's not the Zhou family, it's also the people raised by the Zhou family."

Meng Zhiyi finally knew, not because those people noticed that she had found the place where the secret was, but because Zhou Yongheng took her too seriously.

Someone is beating Zhou Yongheng with himself.

"Dad, did Zhou Yongheng tell you anything?"

Meng Xing's expression was a little strange, "He wants to cooperate with me and ask me to sell him all the grain and salt."

"What does Daddy think?"

"Zhiyi, I'm only worried that if I don't agree, even if Zhou Yongheng won't do anything, then those people he raised will also take action."

Meng Zhiyi nodded, "Our family is stuck in the middle, and it's really embarrassing."

Meng Xing felt the same way. After he said a few words to Meng Zhiyi here, he went back to his study to discuss this matter with a few of his cronies.

Meng Zhiyi looked at the winter solstice who had just returned, "You go and call Bai Shao to come and see me."

"Yes." The winter solstice left in a hurry.

After a while, Escort Zhang walked over, "Miss, Qiao'er has spread the word that Feng Xianling has made friends with the Xu family again."

It seems that they have new interests again.

"How is the marriage between the Zhou family and the Xu family?"

"No movement. Zhou Yongheng didn't come to the door to talk about it, but the two families tacitly agreed that they didn't prepare anymore. I guess it's probably because Mrs. Zhou has been sent to Kyoto."

"What about Xu Chunrou?"

"She's scared by the boar's blood, and it's been quiet in the room these days."

"You tell Qiao'er, just prepare! In addition, you can go to Chunfeng Lou again and give the bustard a dose."

"Yes."

Zhang Huwei walked out with a hurry, secretly determined that he would not let anyone threaten the safety of the eldest lady. He must eradicate everyone who can threaten her for the eldest lady.

The winter solstice soon brought the white peony over.

"Miss, are you alright?"

The assassin appeared in the mansion, and Bai Shao had already heard about it.

"I'm fine."

Meng Zhiyi leaned on the soft couch, the willow like the wind was like a lazy and luxurious figure, and her delicate and bright facial features made her whole person look like a rich white peony, and Bai Peony felt amazing every time she saw her.

I only heard the woman who was supposed to be a rich flower in the world quietly, and continued: "You go and rescue the new woman in Chunfeng Tower, change her into a coarse linen dress, and let her go out of the city from the most secluded alley in the south of the city. Leave the rest alone."

Bai Shao looked at Meng Zhiyi, "Miss, don't you have to explain a few words to her?"

"Not for now. Wait until she meets her first."

"Okay."

Meng Zhiyi: "In addition, inform your brother to transfer the grain to Zhudian Town, buy a house and store it, and then bring people back to Jiangnan City as soon as possible."

"Okay, I see."

"Good work, let's go."

Bai Shao left, and before the winter solstice, he changed hands for Meng Zhiyi, "Girl, is there something going on?"

"Hmm." Meng Zhiyi's whole person looked serious, "Winter Solstice, you said that you have a cousin in Kyoto, let him buy a small courtyard with three entrances, in your name."

Dong Solstice was surprised, "Girl, how can you give me a house?"

"Give you a house, do you want to give your girl a place to live?"

Dong Solstice nodded hurriedly, "Mine is the girl's, the girl's is still the girl's."

Meng Zhiyi was finally amused by her, and the tense affection on his face eased a little.

Five days passed peacefully, and this day was Zhou's eternal birthday.

In the past few days, Meng Zhiyi has only seen Lu Nanfeng three times, most of the time it is at night, Meng Zhiyi pretended to be asleep, and felt that he came to the side of the bed and lay down for a while, not even lifting the quilt, just reaching in and holding her hand.

Meng Zhiyi has been recuperating these days, and he is much better, but going to Zhou's house also means facing danger.

She still wanted to meet these people for a while.

Early in the morning, the Zhou family's luxury carriage came over and waited.

Meng Zhiyi was changing clothes, and Lu Nanfeng walked over from the courtyard on the other side of the study.

He reached out and took the hairpin from Dong Solstice's hand, and personally put it on Meng Zhiyi's hairpin in front of the bronze mirror.

The picturesque woman looked at the tall man behind her through the bronze mirror, and there was something strange in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Meng Zhiyi asked suspiciously.

She saw that Lu Nanfeng had been lowering her eyes and brushing her hand over her coiled hair.

"This bun suits you perfectly."

"Isn't the other time my hair combing right for me?"

"Other times, it's mostly scattered."

If Meng Zhiyi doesn't go out in the house, he usually rarely pulls his hair in a bun, and the green silk is tied loosely together.

Lu Nanfeng's words seemed to remind her that she was already married and a married woman.

He minded going to Zhou's house for a banquet by himself.

Realizing this thought, Meng Zhiyi was a little surprised, "Husband, are you jealous?"

Lu Nanfeng squatted next to Meng Zhiyi's knees, didn't answer directly, just grabbed one of her hands, "It's cold outside."

The implication is that it's so cold outside, otherwise you won't go, right?

Meng Zhiyi looked at the obscurity in Lu Nanfeng's eyes, and asked tentatively, "It's okay, I'll wear more." Otherwise, will you come with me?"