Zhou Yongheng is still the same, always looking humble and obedient to Meng Zhiyi.

"Ah Yi, you try this one, it's delicious, it should be your appetite."

Zhou Yongheng took two snacks in his hand and sent them to Meng Zhiyi like a treasure.

Meng Zhiyi refused with a smile, "Thank you Gongzi Zhou for your kindness, I'm full."

Zhou Yongheng casually threw it back into the hands of the little servant, and strolled down the street with Meng Zhiyi, "Ah Yi, where have you been hiding this year? Can you go back to Jiangnan City?"

"Nope." He looked reluctant to talk more.

"I've been looking for you for a long time....... Zhou Yongheng's voice deepened, but then he laughed again, "It's good to see that you're okay now." My mother was still talking to you yesterday, Ah Yi, will you go back to have a meal with me?"

"Why?" Meng looked at Zhou Yongheng in confusion.

Zhou Yongheng: "You should have known Lu Nanfeng's identity for a long time, you have been back for so long, and he has never been to the Meng family, right? You are now free. Ah Yi, my family is always urging me to marry, why don't you help me."

Meng Zhiyi's face finally darkened, "Your affairs have nothing to do with me, and I won't help you with anything. I think it's better for us not to say hello when we meet in the future."

Zhou Yongheng wrinkled his eyebrows, "Ah Yi, why is it? Can't you still think about the little white face that deceived you? Can't you see that he is using the Meng family to cover up his identity?"

"I know, so I don't trust men anymore." Meng Zhiyi said coldly, "I won't marry again."

"You can't be hurt by people and you won't trust everyone. We grew up together, don't you know me yet? I'm not going to lie to you."

Meng Zhiyi sneered, "I just understand you, so I won't marry you."

Zhou Yongheng: "........"

Before he could say anything, he saw a carriage gallop by, grazing his shoulders and running past, almost knocking him off.

Kyoto doesn't need Jiangnan City, if anyone offended Zhou Yongheng like this before, he couldn't find someone else's house. But now it's just a whispered curse.

But when he turned his head, he found that Meng Zhiyi didn't know where to go.

Meng Zhiyi had already taken the winter solstice to the Weaving Pavilion.

Winter solstice: "Girl, Zhou Gongzi has changed a lot, I heard that he has been studying, and everyone has gained fame."

"Just him?" Meng Zhiyi shook his head.

Dong Solstice smiled, "Our son-in-law is also studying, preparing to gain fame."

"Who? Meng Lang?" Meng Zhiyi was not surprised that it was fake.

"Yes, I also heard from the maid in the child's courtyard that the son has been studying at home these days, and I have to find a good teacher for the master."

"What are they doing here?"

Winter Solstice: "Maybe they all look at my uncle's majesty."

Meng Zhiyi's expression was subtle, "Don't call Uncle in the future."

「...... Yes." Dong Solstice carefully observed Meng Zhiyi's expression.

When I returned to the Weaving Pavilion, I happened to see a woman talking to the guy proudly.

The guy saw Meng Zhiyi as if he saw a savior, "Miss, you're back, this sister is looking for you."

The woman stepped forward and looked at Meng Zhiyi from head to foot, "You are the shopkeeper Meng?"

Since Meng Zhiyi was ready to take over the business, he didn't care about the attitude of these people, and asked with a smile, "Yes, do you need anything?"

The woman raised her chin and looked at the sky, "I am from the Shangshu family of the Ministry of War, why haven't we sent the batch of fabrics that our young lady said she wanted last time?"

"That's right, we only started work on the fifth day of the new year, and your house needs a lot of fabrics, and it usually takes half a month to come back. Now the fabric is still on the way, and we will deliver it as soon as possible."

The woman glanced at Meng Zhiyi, snorted and left.

Dong Solstice glanced at her distant figure and muttered, "So idle? Ran all the way through

Did you just ask about the fabric?"

Meng Zhiyi smiled and didn't care much.

She had some understanding of the characteristics of everyone's clothing in Kyoto City, and after returning home, Meng Zhiyi flipped through some styles, and after asking Xie Shi, she began to draw the style.

is different from the dignified and atmospheric one in Kyoto, and it is not like the jasper of the small family in Jiangnan City, she combines the two, and has made some changes in the skirt, sleeves, and collar.

After drawing several patterns in a row, Meng Zhiyi showed them to Xie.

Xie likes it very much, "This style is chic, but I don't know if everyone can accept it."

"It's okay, let's make two sets of ready-to-wear first, and see how everyone reacts."

Meng Zhiyi is still quite confident.

The style was taken to the weaving pavilion again, and the master first cut out the ready-to-wear according to his own requirements, which made the embroidery girl begin to embroider.

The embroidery lady listened to Meng Zhiyi's request, "Miss, this embroidery is more, and the silk thread used is also better."

Meng Zhiyi didn't think about this, thought about it and said, "Then increase the price of ready-to-wear a little, and you should be more careful when embroidering."

The embroiderer nodded.

Her movements were very fast, and she handed over the ready-to-wear clothes to Meng Zhiyi in three days.

Winter Solstice: "It's so pretty. Girl, this neckline is so chic."

Meng Zhiyi was also looking at this dress, "This pattern on the neckline is a little soft, and it hasn't worked yet."

The embroidery lady knew what Meng Zhiyi meant, "Miss, the neckline is close to the skin, if you use a stiffer fabric to support the pattern, it will rub the skin and be uncomfortable."

It makes sense.

Meng Zhiyi looked at this dress, which was already much better than she imagined.

"Winter solstice, hang it out and let the steward set the price. Please note that there are only two pieces of clothing, and reservations are not accepted."

Dong Solstice was puzzled: "Girl, why? If everyone likes it, they can book and we will earn money!"

"It's okay, saying that just blocks ordinary people. The ladies inside the high gate don't care what they don't take reservations."

Dong Solstice nodded as if he didn't understand, took his clothes and went outside.

Meng Zhiyi made some changes to the embroiderer, as well as the symmetry and modification of the placket pattern.

"Here the flower is divided into two halves, and the two halves should be symmetrical, but not all petals are the same. Let everyone see the difference, and be able to be neat."

The embroiderer nodded. Although this test her embroidery, it is not a difficult task.

"There are also cuffs here, an extra inch is made, and the extra here is embroidered on both sides, and the effect of folding it is different from that of hanging down."

Women love beauty, but they are also very sensitive to some careful details.

Meng Zhiyi stayed in the Weaving Pavilion until the evening before returning home. After standing for a day, after she took a bath, she let Dong Solstice pinch her sore waist and fell asleep unconsciously.

After the winter solstice covered her with the quilt, he blew the lamp and pushed it out.

After a while, a cool breeze came in from the closed window, which was soon cut off again.

A slender white jade hand lifted the curtain and slowly approached.

Meng Zhiyi, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt a different breath and suddenly opened his eyes.

Sure enough, there was a person standing in front of her, wearing a white jade robe and his black hair was scattered, sitting in front of her bed.

"Lu Nanfeng, how did you get in!"

Meng Zhiyi pulled the quilt and sat up vigilantly, and after asking this sentence, he felt nonsense.

He has martial arts, and it is easy for him to get into his room.

But how can he do this kind of rude behavior?

"Zhizhi......" Lu Nanfeng leaned forward slightly, and his black eyes stared at her seriously, "I can't sleep a little."

What does it matter to me that you can't sleep?

Meng Zhiyi pursed his lips and didn't speak, just stared at him.

Suddenly, Lu Nanfeng grabbed her quilt

Horn.

Sensing his intentions, Meng Zhiyi reached out and pressed the horn, but also touched Lu Nanfeng's hand.

Meng Zhiyi seemed to be burned, and was about to withdraw his hand, but was held by Lu Nanfeng's backhand.

"It's so cool. Know, you need to be warm." Lu Nanfeng said.

Meng Zhiyi gritted his teeth, "Lu Nanfeng, let go of me!" You're a hooligan."

"What is a hooligan? I'm your husband."

Meng Zhiyi: "We have already reconciled!"

"What about the book?" Lu Nanfeng raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't write a book of harmony." In fact, she wrote more than one. Lu Nanfeng will definitely not fail to receive it.

"Didn't get it. Reconciliation also requires the consent of two people."

Lu Nanfeng hooked his lips and smiled, and the whole person had moved to the bed.

Meng Zhiyi shrank into the bed, sensing that something was wrong, and raised his foot to pick him up, and was grabbed by his other hand to her foot.

Lu Nanfeng wrapped the soles of Meng Zhiyi's feet in the palms, "It's a little cold, I need my husband to warm up."

"Let go."

Meng Zhiyi glared at him.

Now that one of her hands and one foot is controlled by the man in the palm of her hand, she has no ability to fight back, and she is even more shackled at this time.

"Lu Nanfeng, believe it or not, I'm shouting indecent! Let everyone see Lu Shizi crawling into a woman's bed at night!"

"You shout."

Meng Zhiyi: "Aren't you afraid that others will say that you have a little white face?"

Lu Nanfeng stretched out his hand and pulled Meng Zhiyi to his chest, pinched her somewhat round chin, and asked, "Can someone else make you admit it?"

"I, what do I confess?" Meng Zhiyi was a little nervous.

"Sleep when you want, kick when you want. Meng Zhiyi, how can there be such a good thing in the world."

Meng Zhiyi only realized at this moment that Lu Nanfeng was holding a grudge.

He didn't feel humiliated when he went to the Meng family to be a son-in-law, but he felt humiliated by his own first harmony.

Meng Zhiyi thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "Otherwise, bother Lu Shizi to write a letter of harmony?"

"Okay." Lu Nanfeng agreed simply, squeezing out two words from between his teeth, "As long as Miss Meng lets me sleep back, I will naturally write."

Meng Zhiyi: "...... Shameless!"

When did Lu Nanfeng become so shameless.

But the man had long since stopped giving her a chance to speak, and bowed his head and kissed her.

Spring is deep, men are strong, and Meng Zhiyi has no ability to parry.

Tossing and turning, Lu Nanfeng sucked on the root of her ear and asked with a smile, "What does it smell like on you?"

Meng Zhiyi's body stiffened instantly, and his face changed.

Lu Nanfeng propped himself up and sniffed, "There is a smell of milk."

"You're a dog!" Meng Zhiyi scolded.

Lu Nanfeng chuckled, he was in a good mood when he ate the delicious food he had always dreamed of, and he didn't think about it, he just asked in a dumb voice, "Do you want me?" Chinese Net

"I don't want to."

He wasn't annoyed, and used his strength, "Maybe I forgot. I'll help you make a better impression."

Meng Zhiyi: "......"

Why didn't you find this man like Meng Lang before?