After Lu Nanfeng arranged the medicine, he turned around and came back to pinch Meng Zhiyi's waist.

Meng Zhiyi didn't want him to do these things, but he found that his technique was really good, not light or heavy, and it was very comfortable to pinch.

So I comforted myself in my heart, anyway, it was the problem of giving birth to him, and it was nothing for him to serve him.

"Are you comfortable?"

Lu Nanfeng sat on the side and saw Meng Zhiyi closing her eyes comfortably, but she had to say it herself.

"You'll have a lot." Meng Zhiyi quipped.

"When I was a child, I was often forced by my mother to practice martial arts, and I didn't want to practice martial arts at that time, so I coaxed my mother to pinch her shoulders and rub her back, hoping that she could relax herself."

This is the first time Meng Zhiyi has heard Lu Nanfeng mention his family.

"Did your mother relax with you?" Meng Zhiyi asked.

Lu Nanfeng laughed, "No. My mother said I specialize in these crooked things."

Meng Zhiyi couldn't help laughing, "How old were you at that time?"

"About six or seven." Lu Nanfeng thought for a while and replied.

"That's really a crooked way to learn."

Otherwise, how can a child understand this?

Lu Nanfeng saw that Meng Zhiyi was smiling, and the smile on the corner of his lips eased a lot.

"It's not a crooked way, but now it's not going to be used."

He was referring to the fact that he could serve Meng Zhiyi.

"I'm flattered by such an honor, Lu Shizi."

Lu Nanfeng's palm slowly went up, and his body slowly went down, "What is more honorable, Miss Meng, do you want to give it a try?"

"No try." Meng Zhiyi turned over and drilled into the bed.

Lu Nanfeng got up to wash his hands, and put Meng Zhiyi's clothes away.

Do this, and the winter solstice outside is also knocking on the door with medicine.

Lu Nanfeng walked over and opened the door.

"Uncle, I'll wait for the girl to drink this medicine."

Lu Nanfeng blocked the door and didn't let go, "You go and rest, I'll do this."

"Oooh."

Dong Solstice put the tray in his hand into Lu Nanfeng's hand, and a pair of eyes couldn't help but look at Lu Nanfeng's body.

To say that my uncle did these things in the past, Dong Solstice felt that it was understandable, but now his identity is different, I didn't expect my uncle to be able to do this for the girl.

Dong Solstice felt that her uncle was still her aunt, and the girl was really blessed.

Meng Zhiyi is still a little resistant to drinking medicine, it was completely last year, and she really drank too much medicine.

"My waist doesn't hurt so much, okay, what are you doing with my medicine?" Meng Zhiyi's brows were tightened, and his face was full of resistance.

Lu Nanfeng scooped the medicine with a spoon, put it to his lips and blew, "This medicine is not so bitter, it is mainly to replenish qi and blood."

"Then I don't want to drink it."

"Obedient, my back won't hurt after drinking."

Meng Zhiyi turned, and his eyes suddenly asked, "Then do you know why I have back pain?"

"Why?"

Meng Zhiyi: "You don't know what medicine you got me? Drink the medicine indiscriminately, and you're going to poison us."

"What do you say?" Lu Nanfeng was not happy, "Come here, you taste it first."

"Just one bite?"

Lu Nanfeng nodded and sent the spoon to her lips.

Meng Zhiyi reluctantly swallowed with his mouth open, and planned to lie down in the bed.

Who knew that Lu Nanfeng scooped another spoonful, put it to his mouth and blew it, and tested the temperature again.

"Is it bitter?" Lu Nanfeng asked.

"It's bitter." Meng Zhiyi's whole face was wrinkled.

"How so? I said that Chen Pojiao should not prescribe too bitter medicine. I don't think you even tasted it, so you take another sip."

Meng Zhiyi sat cross-legged on the bed and glared at Lu Nanfeng.

Lu Nanfeng also looked at her, "It's going to be cold later, let's take this first."

I drank it in one gulp."

"What about coaxing children?"

Meng Zhiyi suddenly reacted, she was like this when she coaxed the child to drink rice cereal.

Lu Nanfeng chuckled, "I won't coax you or drink it." Come, there's a little bit left."

Meng Zhiyi: "......"

In the end, the two people were in a stalemate for a while, and Meng Zhiyi snatched the bowl and drank the medicine in one gulp.

"That's amazing."

Lu Nanfeng praised on the side, and took out a candied fruit from his sleeve as if he was playing a trick and put it into Meng Zhiyi's mouth.

Meng Zhiyi, who was about to complain, was filled with a sweet taste in his mouth again.

"Don't give me all this mess of medicine to drink in the future. I don't have any problems."

After Meng Zhiyi put down this sentence, he shrank into the bed.

Lu Nanfeng sent the bowl out, washed his hands again, covered his hands with warmth, and groped for it, and then lay down in the bed. Z.br>

"Does your back still hurt?" He asked in a low voice.

"It doesn't hurt."

"Is there still bitterness in your mouth?"

"It's not bitter."

"Is that sweet?"

"What?" Meng Zhiyi turned his head to look at him.

"Is candied fruit sweet?" Lu Nanfeng asked again.

"It's not sweet." Meng Zhiyi said deliberately.

"I don't believe it."

「？？」

Lu Nanfeng propped himself up and wanted to pinch her chin, "I'll taste it......

Meng Zhiyi reacted and pushed him away.

shouted fiercely, "Lu Nanfeng!"

Lu Nanfeng was pushed back and lay back, laughing in a low voice, the laughter shook his chest, and he trembled.

"You're still laughing!" Meng Zhiyi had long seen that this man was a different person in bed.

The more Lu Nanfeng laughed, the louder his voice became, and he stretched out a hand and pulled Meng Zhiyi to his chest and hugged him, "Is it cold to sit like this?"

Meng Zhiyi honestly lay on his chest and didn't speak.

Lu Nanfeng didn't smile anymore after that, but hugged Meng Zhiyi tighter.

Meng Zhiyi would never have thought that the two of them would get along in such a harmonious way now. But I can't help but wonder, does Lu Nanfeng really care about anything? Does he really like himself?

Meng Zhiyi doesn't understand, what will Lu Nanfeng like about her?

Following.

Meng Zhiyi has become accustomed to getting up early and disappearing around him, and automatically appearing again at night.

After packing up, Meng Zhiyi planned to go to the Weaving Pavilion to have a look.

Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, and she thinks that if there is still no business, she will do something to stimulate the people and let them get to know the Weaving Pavilion again.

As soon as I got to the shop, I saw a large number of people, clamoring to buy clothes.

Looking at what those people are wearing, they don't look like ordinary people.

The guys in the shop didn't expect so many people to come early in the morning, and everyone was hurriedly greeting.

"Miss, we don't have enough clothes."

A guy saw Meng Zhiyi coming over and hurriedly said.

"Aren't those ready-to-wear clothes out there enough?" Meng Zhiyi looked around.

"yes, each of them asked for two or three. Are there so many of them?"

Meng Zhiyi: "Why are so many people here at once?"

"I don't know, when I opened the door early in the morning, a lot of people came one after another. We were also surprised."

"You greet first, I'll take a look at the back."

Meng Zhiyi came to the place where the embroiderer girl was at the back. Although something like that happened before, the business in the shop was not good, but Meng Zhiyi didn't let those embroidery girls idle, and still let them make clothes according to the patterns they designed.

Meng Zhiyi took a look, there are not many clothes made by the embroidery lady here, and there are not enough for those people outside.

Winter Solstice ran in from outside, "I was scared before

Our clothes are poisonous, why do so many people come to buy them all of a sudden?"

That's right.

Meng Zhiyi was also thinking about this question, "Winter Solstice, you go and see if there is anything strange about those people outside, and see their identities."

"Okay." The winter solstice ran out again.

The embroidery lady also heard the movement outside, "Miss, we have so many guests at once, do we have to embroider these clothes faster."

"No, I don't. Just embroider as fast as you used to."

The embroidery girls nodded.

Meng Zhiyi went to the second floor, and soon Escort Zhang came up.

"Miss, many of those people are from official eunuchs, I heard that Miss Qin's house in the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of War is going to hold a Lantern Festival banquet a few days ago, and those women are going to go."

Meng Zhiyi: "What do you mean, those women came to buy our clothes to attend the Lantern Festival banquet?"

"It should be."

Meng Zhiyi: "Last time these eunuchs, did they have to come out and buy things by themselves?"

"No, it won't."

"Then why did all these women come on their own?"

Zhang Huwei stopped talking.

These people popped up, bought clothes and left, and no one knew what they wanted to do.

Although Meng Zhiyi was a little anxious, he could only wait and see what happened now.

But she still told the people in the shop that if all the ready-to-wear clothes in the shop were sold out, they would not accept reservations anymore.

They are not the only ready-to-wear shops in Kyoto City, and these people can go to other places to buy.

When Meng Zhiyi returned home, Xie ordered someone to send a post.

When I opened it, it was a post sent by Qin Ling to send over the Lantern Festival banquet.

This is strange.

She and Qin Ling are not considered to know each other. Even with her identity and her own identity, she is not qualified to attend her banquet.

But Meng Zhiyi didn't immediately refuse, she wanted to hear what Lu Nanfeng would say.

Who knew that Lu Nanfeng didn't come over at night, and on the day of the Lantern Festival, there was already an accident in the shop early in the morning.

Many other shops united to denounce the Weaving Pavilion, saying that they had used special means to steal all the business.

The president of the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce invited Meng Xing to dinner, but unfortunately Meng Xing was not there.

But if I don't go, I'm afraid the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce will have other means.

Meng Zhiyi had no choice but to go to the appointment instead of Meng Xing.

During the Lantern Festival, the Meng family had a reunion dinner together.

Meng Kun also heard about the things in the shop, "Zhiyi, how can you come forward with this kind of thing? I'll go and see President Nahu in your place!"

Meng Zhiyi glanced at Meng Kun, "Second Uncle went to see President Hu, what do you want to say?"

"Explain, of course. It's their freedom to go to whomever they want to buy things."

As he was talking, he saw Meng Lang walking in with a book in his hand.

Meng Zhiyi recently heard that Meng Lang was studying seriously, and at first, she thought that this kid was on a whim.

Now looking at his emaciated appearance, he really works hard.

It just so happened that Meng Zhiyi didn't want to deal with Meng Kun, so he beckoned to Meng Lang.

"Meng Lang, how are you learning?"

Meng Zhiyi is actually quite strange, what kind of stimulation Meng Lang was under.

"Sister, can you ask someone to find me a good teacher?" Meng Lang's voice was hoarse, "I must study hard this time."