At this time, all the chaotic sounds could not enter Zhou Yongheng's ears, and only a shadow and a voice remained in his mind. It's a pity that he can't catch it, and he can't keep it.

He thought that he could do a good job, thinking that there was an omen in a dream, and if he fought for it, he could rebuild the old relationship with Meng Zhiyi.

But everything was going in the opposite direction of his thoughts.

He couldn't do anything well, and what he wanted was always away from him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yongheng slammed his fist on the table, and immediately, a low and decadent laugh overflowed from his mouth.

"Hehe......." his laughter grew louder and louder.

At this time, a housekeeper came outside, representing Mrs. Zhou.

He hurriedly walked in, "Childe, Madame said that it was not too early, it was too late, and it was time to go back."

Too late.......

One wrong step, one wrong step.

Zhou Yongheng staggered to his feet, looking out the window at the street, where there was a carriage, the wheels slowly crushed against the shiny bluestone slab, so heavy, but still moving forward.

on the carriage.

Lu Nanfeng immediately changed his face, and leaned into Meng Zhiyi's arms with a drunken face.

"You go." Meng Zhiyi pushed his head away.

Lu Nanfeng's body shook, and the back of his head hit the wood of the carriage.

Meng Zhiyi thought that his strength was too great, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to help Lu Nanfeng, who knew that he had a chance and directly hugged Meng Zhiyi's waist.

"Lu Nanfeng, don't pretend, you're not drunk at all."

Meng Zhiyi gritted his teeth and said, but at this time, it was too late to push people away.

"You let go."

"Don't let go, you're my lady." Lu Nanfeng also leaned his head on Meng Zhiyi's shoulder, and the whole person squeezed towards her side.

Meng Zhiyi rolled his eyes at Yangtian and said extremely speechlessly, "Why are you such Lu Nanfeng?"

"Huh? What kind? What is your husband like?" Lu Nanfeng asked in a hoarse voice.

Meng Zhiyi thought for a while, "It's serious on the surface, but it's not serious at all behind the scenes."

Lu Nanfeng chuckled, and the feeling of chest concussion was transmitted to Meng Zhiyi, making her heart throb as well.

"How do you get serious in front of your lady?"

Meng Zhiyi looked down and saw his smooth forehead, and chuckled, "Are you only serious in front of me?"

Lu Nanfeng didn't answer, tilted his head, hooked Meng Zhiyi's shoulder, and kissed the corner of her lips.

Meng Zhiyi was caught off guard by his actions, but for some reason, he suddenly wanted to laugh again.

"Say, isn't it serious in front of me?"

Meng Zhiyi pressed Lu Nanfeng's head to prevent him from escaping.

Lu Nanfeng twisted his head, and found that he couldn't shake off Meng Zhiyi's hand, and smiled again, "Hmm.......

The deep voice, as well as his slightly moving Adam's apple, even the breath he exhaled turned into a mellow and intoxicating breath. Z.br>

At this moment, Meng Zhiyi found that Lu Nanfeng really had an excellent skin.

She stretched out her hand, her eyes unabashedly obsessive, and pressed her fingers against his eyebrow bone, "Why is there no scar here?"

Lu Nanfeng's eyebrow bone rubbed against her fingertips, tilted his head back, and gently kissed Meng Zhiyi's palm, but felt that it was not enough, raised his hand and pressed her palm to the corner of his lips, and kissed it slowly.

"Madame, it's so fragrant."

Meng Zhiyi swallowed his saliva, staring directly at his slightly closed eyebrows, only feeling that Lu Nanfeng at this time was really like a male goblin in the mountains and forests.

"Lu Nanfeng ......." Meng Zhiyi's palm was too itchy by Lu Nanfeng's kiss, so he could only refrain from taking it away a little, and instead held his chin.

Lu Nanfeng also cooperated, raised his head, and approached Meng Zhiyi with his eyes closed.

"Here, what does Madame command?"

"You

Don't do that." Meng Zhiyi said softly, his voice trembling unconsciously.

"What?"

Lu Nanfeng's hand slipped through Meng Zhiyi's robe and into her waist, rubbing shallowly through the fabric.

Meng Zhiyi felt the temperature of his hot palm, which was not inferior to his breath, "....... like this."

That word Meng Zhiyi was difficult to say, because she was really shocked by such a two-faced person.

The carriage suddenly jolted, and the posture of the two men changed.

It became Meng Zhiyi leaning on Lu Nanfeng's chest, and his whole person leaned on the carriage. Meng Zhiyi put her two hands on Lu Nanfeng's shoulders, as if she was a little rascal, and forced the man to the corner of the carriage.

Lu Nanfeng gently put one hand on Meng Zhiyi's waist, but it was also extremely powerful, making her unable to move.

Immediately after, his wet kiss went down from the corners of his forehead, leaving fiery, damp petals in every place.

In the end, staying under the tip of Meng Zhiyi's nose, a little out of reach, the man reluctantly raised his hand to hold up her cheek, and pecked at her red lips, and then again.

"If Madame can take the initiative, why should I do this?"

Lu Nanfeng sighed softly, and his arm pressed the person tighter against his chest.

Meng Zhiyi listened to his steady heartbeat, touched the corners of his lips, raised his head, and climbed up.

She propped up Lu Nanfeng's shoulder, looked at the bulge between her neck that no longer moved, stepped forward and kissed her tongue, like an elf who had only succeeded, and she laughed loudly.

"Is that proactive?"

Lu Nanfeng opened his deep eyes and locked Meng Zhiyi's entire bright and moving face in that small world.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Meng Zhiyi reached out and pressed the Adam's apple again, "Speak?"

Lu Nanfeng grabbed her hand violently, her face was expressionless, and she even sat up straight and put Meng Zhiyi aside.

"Why hasn't it arrived yet?"

He shouted outside in a deep voice.

Xuanyi was setting up a carriage and waiting at the intersection, "Master, where are you going?"

He didn't know whether to go to Mengfu or go back to Lufu.

"Lu Mansion."

Lu Nanfeng only hesitated for a moment before replying.

The high temperature just now suddenly cooled down, which made Meng Zhiyi a little abrupt, but she didn't think too much about it.

"I'm not going to Lu Mansion, I'm going back to see Xiao Aci."

Xuan Yi heard the sound and waited for a while.

Because he knows that his master has always relied on Miss Meng. What's more, there is now a little master, not to mention other people, even Xuan Wu looks rare.

"He's got someone to take care of."

Lu Nanfeng said lightly.

Xuan Yi got an accurate answer, picked up the reins and flicked the horse, and the carriage ran faster.

Meng Zhiyi frowned, "You go back by yourself, I want to go back to Meng Mansion."

Lu Nanfeng grabbed her hand, glanced sideways, and said softly, "You have other things to do."

"What?" Meng Zhiyi asked subconsciously.

"We'll find out later."

Meng Zhiyi's face was a question mark.

The carriage went directly back to the Lu Mansion, and as soon as he got off the carriage, he saw his mother waiting at the door.

"Shizi, Madame has come to you to discuss important matters in the past."

Naturally, the mother has been waiting at the door for a day about the son who suddenly appeared.

"Not available."

After Lu Nanfeng finished speaking coldly, he turned around and lifted the curtain of the carriage and held the hand handed over by Meng Zhiyi.

Without waiting for her to react, her palm was forced, and she directly held Meng Zhiyi's whole person up. Meng Zhiyi's body was unstable, and he almost tilted to the side, but the crooked side was also in Lu Nanfeng's arms.

Lu Nanfeng stopped the person and hugged him horizontally.

"Hey, you don't look at what this place is."

Meng Zhiyi slapped his shoulder, "You let me down, I'll go by myself."

"Don't move, I've got to make a reputation for being fearful."

"What's that?" Meng looked at Lu Nanfeng in confusion, not understanding what kind of medicine was sold in his gourd.

But Meng Zhiyi knew that this bad reputation had become his own.

Meng Zhiyi buried his head and let Lu Nanfeng hug him in.

The mother followed behind and wanted to say something more, but looking at Lu Nanfeng's cold face, she didn't dare to say anything.

In the end, I followed for a distance, so I had to go back and tell Mrs. Lu.

Meng Zhiyi hid for a while, found that he hadn't arrived yet, and finally turned his head to take a look, but found that it was getting darker and darker here.

"Where is this going?"

"Go to the Garden of Meaning."

"It's not that it's not built yet."

"Well, it's not built."

"And what are you going to do on this big night?"

Lu Nanfeng smiled lightly.

Soon, the two of them passed through the Lu Mansion and came to a small gate, which was connected to the Chengyi Garden.

However, when he arrived here, Lu Nanfeng still had no intention of stopping, and continued to walk forward with Meng Zhiyi, and finally climbed a small hill in the Chengyi Garden.

"Madame, come down first."

Lu Nanfeng seemed to have no strength, and finally let Meng Zhiyi go.

After Meng Zhiyi stood firmly, he looked at the surrounding environment and found that there was actually a hole in front of him, and there was still rubble all around.

Lu Nanfeng stretched out his hand to Meng Zhiyi, "Let's go."

Meng Zhiyi was very puzzled, but he still handed his hand to Lu Nanfeng, and then the two of them walked into the hole.

After walking in, Meng Zhiyi found that one of Lu Nanfeng's hands didn't know when he was carrying a package.

"What is this? What the hell are you going to do?"

As soon as Meng Zhiyi finished saying this, he felt something unusual in this cave.

Lu Nanfeng put the package in his hand aside, "It's not built yet, but it's not bad here."

Meng Zhiyi had already walked in, and there was a solemn smell of sulfur on his face.

"How can there be a hot spring here?"

Lu Nanfeng said: "The spring mouth here and the harem are also the only springs in the entire Kyoto except for the palace. If it weren't for this spring, it wouldn't have been so close to the Lu Mansion."

"Why do you have to have this spring?" Meng Zhiyi leaned over and glanced at the steaming pool noodles.

Lu Nanfeng hugged her thin waist from behind, "I think you should like it."

The low-alcohol aroma goes around the nape of the neck to the end of the nose, and it has an attractive fragrance that smells so good.

"At that time, I should have been working hard to give birth to a little Ah Ci.......

Meng Zhiyi muttered.

Although he has always been in Kyoto, the news about Lu Nanfeng has not fallen at all.

At that time, when the saint gave him a mansion, Meng Zhiyi also heard about it, but who knew that that night, Xiao Aci couldn't wait to come out.