Zhu Youlang saw Dai Yihua wearing white clothes, wearing a purple-red robe on the outside, a light green folded skirt on the bottom, a high-tailed bun, and a collar made of sterling silver on the neck set off the snow-white skin.

Except for the silver collar that represents her strong identity, everyone else is dressed as a Han girl.

The most cozy thing is that she was barefoot, her shoes and socks were casually placed aside, crossing her legs, and her pair of snow feet were shaking up and down from time to time.

Seeing her so casual, she saw a surprise and cute look in her eyes, and she suddenly felt happy, as if she had returned to her previous life and saw the girl next door. So, he was no longer the solemn and serious emperor at this moment, and he laughed and joked: "Boss Dai, it's so leisurely."

Dai Yihua came to her senses from the shock and saw Zhu Youlang's eyes staying on her white and tender feet for a moment. She heard him tease herself, put the account book, put her hands into claws, pounced on her barefoot, and punched Zhu Youlang's chest with both fists.

"Ah, I'll tell you to laugh at me, I'll tell you to laugh at me!"

"Hahaha, lady, pay attention to the lady's image!"

Zhu Youlang grabbed her hand with a laugh and pulled her to sit on the chair next to her.

"Put on shoes and socks, how can you look like a boss like this? If someone sees it, will you still get married?" Zhu Youlang said.

"Tsk, brother, you're worried too much? This floor is a forbidden area. Do you think my boss is useless? No one can come up except you. Oh, there's no one else."

"Who? Men and women?" Zhu Youlang asked.

"Hehe, brother, why are you nervous? There is no man, he is a woman, my maid." Ah Hua rolled her eyes with a smile and said.

"Who is nervous? Alas, Ah Hua, why are you using a maid?" Zhu Youlang asked strangely.

Ah Hua is different from others and never wants to use a maid. According to her words, how can ordinary strong people use maids? It is fun to do everything yourself, and no one needs to do it for others.

"It's not right to say that the maid is. I don't want her body contract anyway, so I'll be a hired worker in the store. Brother, how about trying my skills?"

Dai Yihua didn't wear shoes and socks, but she sat on a chair with her snow feet naked, brewed a pot of tea again, poured a cup, and handed it to Zhu Youlang.

"Well, it's not bad, the fragrance is refreshing, the sweetness is endless, good tea, good water, good craftsmanship. Put on your shoes and socks quickly, your feet... are dazzling!" Zhu Youlang picked up the teacup and sipped it, praised her for a few words, and urged her to put on shoes and socks again.

"Brother, please wear it for me." Dai Yihua stretched out her feet like a coquettish act.

"Don't mess around! I am your brother-in-law, what do you think of it?" Zhu Youlang saw Ah Hua's face shy, and the affection in his eyes was not hidden at all. He knew that if he held her feet, the relationship between the two would be broken.

"A man's head and a woman's feet can only be seen, not touched." This is not a joke.

With the pink and tender feet in hand, Zhu Youlang didn't have the confidence to control himself.

Zhu Youlang didn't want to attack his sister-in-law.

I am the emperor, and in history, some of them marry my sister-in-law. It’s nothing to accept Ahua, but Ahua has the words first and will never enter the palace as a bird in a cage.

So, Zhu Youlang doesn’t want her to be his wild lover - isn’t that harmful?

"Hmph, what are my brother-in-law afraid of? Do they just want you to wear it?" Ah Hua pouted and said unhappily.

"Do you wear it? If you don't wear it, I can leave." Zhu Youlang stood up and acted to leave.

"Okay, okay, I wear it, I wear it, brother, don't leave. Brother, your Chinese family has many rules..." Ah Huabian expressed dissatisfaction and took her shoes and socks to put on her.

Zhu Youlang moved his eyes from her feet, raised his head, and found a pair of framed characters hanging on the opposite wall.

After a closer look, I wrote a poem: "I have passed by Yan City and it was lonely, and the autumn in Fengcheng is half a distance away. My heart is accompanied by a pond of water, as if there is a lover in Banqiao."

Looking at the signature again, it is written as "Written by Yang Huiyi in the Autumn of Wu Zi"

The handwriting is quite beautiful, and it is in regular European style. However, although the handwriting is square, it is charming and not written by famous artists. Needless to say, Yang Huiyi is undoubtedly a young woman.

"Ahua, I didn't expect that you fell in love with calligraphy? Who is Yang Huiyi?" Zhu Youlang asked.

"Yang Huiyi is my maid." Ah Hua said.

"Ahua, isn't it possible? Since she wrote good handwriting, she must be a lady from a wealthy family. How could she be a maid for you?" Zhu Youlang said strangely.

"Brother, you have a good attitude. Yang Huiyi is really a lady from a wealthy family. However, she is a lady from a wealthy family in trouble." Ah Hua put on her shoes and socks and said to Zhu Youlang sideways.

"Ahua, a lady in trouble, you can't use others to be the ones who are now. It's not good to spread it." Zhu Youlang said.

"Brother, do you think your sister-in-law is such an ignorant person? It's just that I paid money to bury her mother and had kindness to her, so she had to repay her kindness and had to sell herself as a slave. As for me, seeing that she was pitiful, I took her in. But after hearing her life experience, I didn't accept her body contract. In name, I was a maid. In fact, I treat her as my sister. In the future, I can find a good family and marry her. This kind of good deed I have done has a beginning and an end." Ah Hua said.

"Wow, I didn't expect that our Ahua is so kind." Zhu Youlang praised Ahua happily.

"Hey, brother, don't laugh at me." Ah Hua was embarrassed to get up when Zhu Youlang praised him, and snuggled on Zhu Youlang and twisted twice, saying, "Didn't it just that I've opened a restaurant and earned two money? If I don't have money, what kind of good deeds should I do?"

"No. Ah Hua, this is not a matter of being rich or not. There are many rich people in the world, and things that are not new to wealth and unkind are not new, and it is rare to help the poor and help the weak. Therefore, it is not that you do good deeds because you have money, but that your heart is better."

"Actually not that. Brother, I don't want to have beggars and have no money to bury my mother under your rule. That's not to slander you, right?" Ah Hua said.

"Well, what you said is reasonable. How can I starve to death under my rule? It is also because I have ignored it. I think about what to do about this matter. No matter how you need to form a system." Ah Hua's words reminded Zhu Youlang.

In later generations, such things were handled by the civil affairs department. There is no special relief agency at present, and the government is caught with beards and eyebrows, which is easy to ignore.

When you meet a conscientious official, you may still think about helping the poor. If you are an unconscientious official, you are not greedy for money and you are not greedy for enough, who will think about helping the poor?

The most urgent thing for homeless homeless people and beggars who leave their hometowns is that these people must give them food and a place to live no matter what.

Zhu Youlang thought silently.

"Brother, what do you want to eat tonight?"

“Baking skewers.”

"Brother, why don't you try the dishes made by Huiyi, it will be delicious."
Chapter completed!