Although neither Fu Fengcheng nor Fu Yucheng participated in the auction last night, the Zhaoying Sword still fell into Fu Fengcheng's hands smoothly.

Leng Sa was about to take a nap, when Lan Jing came to report to the governor that someone had sent Zhaoying Jian over. Leng Sa, who was originally working too hard yesterday and was about to have a good night's sleep, immediately jumped up from the bed, and was too lazy to change his clothes to run to the door and carry the Jian back.

This photography is worthy of being regarded as a family heirloom for the Fu family. It is indeed a rare famous sword. It is worth thousands of years old. However, because people have been using it, although no one has used it since modern times, it is often maintained. The whole sword is still shining and sharp.

She was so excited that Fu Fengcheng naturally couldn't sleep. She sat up from the bed, looked at Leng Sa's gesture with a sword and said, "It seems that the lady likes it very much?"

Leng Sa smiled and said, "It's not bad, this sword... The Fu family doesn't seem to be shooting it, right? You might not have robbed Hong Tianci's treasure house directly, right?"

Not only did the sword not be shot, Leng Sa even suspected that Hong Tianci's bunch of treasures had fallen into Fu Fengcheng's hands, whether they were shot or not. Regarding her questions, Mr. Fu, who was sitting at the head of the bed in a thin long gown, replied naturally: "Of course not."

Leng Sa looked up in surprise, "Is it for Hong's help?" Yan Guo's unlucky hair is not in line with Young Master Fu's style of conduct.

Fu Fengcheng said: "The two treasures will be collected from the official office and will be sent to the Museum of the Southern Six Provinces. The ones that have been sold will naturally be taken away by the customers. Hong Bang voluntarily donated all the income to the Southern Six Provinces. There are also some things that were not available for auction. Wei Changxiu, Long Yue and Xiao Yiran each picked a few for souvenirs. If the wife likes it, she can also pick two."

Leng Sa was speechless for a while. Do the Hong Gang dare not be willing? If his former leader did such a big deal, the Hong Gang would not be caught in one go. Even if the Hong Gang was not caught in one go, he would be Hong Fu Qitian. Even if the real bandits were not professional, it would probably be less professional than the governor Fu.

"I think even if Hong Tianci is not caught, he will not be able to live for a few days." If her family continues to be divided up for several lifetimes, she will be so angry that she will die with the other party.

I learned from ancient swordsmen that held the short sword and gestured in front of me a few times, and I felt much more heroic and cool.

However, it is indeed not popular to use swords now. If you really have such a thing in daily life, you will definitely become the focus of everyone's attention, not to mention that she doesn't know how to use swords at all.

He raised his hand and stroked the vividly engraved little fox under the hilt of the sword. Leng Sa couldn't help but glared at it fiercely.

But then I thought that the guy she really wanted to stare at had been alive for hundreds of years, and I suddenly felt empty and bored.

As expected, Master Leng has the longest life. I will go to your grave to dance!

Fu Fengcheng looked at her with a sudden look of sadness and stretched out his hand to her. Leng Sa thought he wanted to see too, so he handed the sword over. Fu Fengcheng took the sword with one hand and put it on the bedside table. He held her fingers gently stroked the sword's edge with one hand, "Be careful to cut the hand." This is indeed an ancient sword, but its sharpness is three points better than a modern dagger.

Leng Sa sighed softly and sat down by the bed with some weakness.

Fu Fengcheng asked, "What's wrong? Madam doesn't like it?"

"I like it." Leng Sa said with some regret: "It's a pity that no one has used such a short sword now, so he can only watch it."

"Let me find a good knife for you in the future." Fu Fengcheng said.

Seeing his serious look, Leng Sa's mood suddenly felt much more relaxed, "I'm just as good as I can, so I don't need to be so serious."

Fu Fengcheng said: "Mrs. I have a problem with the word general."

"Are you praising me?" Leng Sa blinked, knelt on the edge of the bed and stared at Fu Fengcheng.

Fu Fengcheng said: "Did I praise it too obscurely, and my wife didn't hear it?"

It's obscure enough, but fortunately, Leng Ye is smart.

Fu Fengcheng said: "Since the gift lady has been collected, we can continue to discuss the main business."

Leng Sa was a little confused, "What's the matter?"

"last night……"

Just as he said two words, Leng Sa rushed over and covered his mouth. Fu Fengcheng raised his sword eyebrows lightly without saying a word, but just stared at Leng Sa. Leng Sa coughed awkwardly and put down his hand, "That... I'm wrong when I drink too much, I apologize. Can we not talk about this issue?"

"No." Fu Fengcheng refused flatly.

"Why?!" Leng Sa was puzzled, and he did not suffer any loss.

Fu Fengcheng said: "Since we got married, my wife has been flirting with me several times but has shirked the responsibility..." Obviously, Master Fu really felt that he was at a disadvantage.

Wait! What do you mean that I have been flirting with you several times?!

Fu Fengcheng seemed to see Leng Sa's dissatisfaction and said, "For the first time, under the big banyan tree in your school, the second time you fell asleep at night. This cannot be counted as once, it's a regular time. The third time I was in the room... on the ground... and... there is..."

"Wait! Wait!" Leng Sa was angry. Could it be clear who was frivolous and who was in school that time?

Fu Fengcheng looked at her and sighed, "You really don't plan to take responsibility."

I will take your uncle's responsibility!

"You have been more frivolous than me," Leng Sa said with confidence. She was a little lustful, but the person named Fu was not a gentleman. Can you just be even?

They are all adults, so what kind of innocence are you playing?

Master Fu was more confident than her, "You are my wife. What's so strange about you? It would be strange if I don't mean you, right?"

"I……"

Fu Fengcheng raised his eyebrows, "What do you want to say?"

Leng Sa took a deep breath and stared at the man sitting in front of him, "Fu Fengcheng, are you playing tricks on me?"

"Madam, I misunderstood." A smile flashed in Fu Fengcheng's eyes and lowered his eyes.

Leng Sa's eyes rolled slightly, and he pressed his shoulder with one hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Do you want me to be responsible?"

Fu Fengcheng stared at her fair fingers that were slowly sliding down on her shoulders, "I think... the relationship with her wife should change. What does her wife think?"

The white fingertips gently lifted his clothes, revealing a flat chest, and there was still a faint red mark on his neck, which was really a bit beautiful.

"I remember, the eldest young master seemed to say... I lack femininity, should I learn from Miss Zheng?"

Fu Fengcheng reached out and held her hand that was making trouble on her body, and said with a genuine expression, "The lady is not only as beautiful as a flower, but also has a variety of charm, but also has both civil and military style. This is the temperament that women in the new era should have." As long as they have thick skin, their past mouths will not affect me.

Leng Sa didn't care about the hand he was holding, and his other hand had already climbed up his handsome face. He even got up and the scars on the corner of his eyes gently fell down. "I really can't bear to have such a handsome face from the eldest young man. But... I have a problem."

Fu Fengcheng looked at her, "What?"

Leng Sa whispered, "Rumor... Hum?" Mr. Leng is not a shy innocent girl, nor is he lustful but has no courage. She is purely not sure whether Mr. Fu is OK. After all, Mr. Fu stopped first last time. What if that... wouldn't everyone be embarrassed?

Adults are very shameless.

But when Mr. Fu mentioned it himself, of course he had to ask clearly.

Although her profession and hobbies are a bit alternative, her hobbies in this area are absolutely normal and common, and she has no idea of ​​being unconventional.

Of course Fu Fengcheng knew what she was talking about, after all, it was not the first time he had heard this rumor.

But this was said from Leng Sa’s mouth... in fact, it didn’t say it, and it felt particularly weird.

Especially this woman is half-lived in his arms now.

"Madam, do you want to try it?" Fu Fengcheng asked in a low voice.

"Okay." Leng Sa smiled with some interest. After killing Sifang last night, the little wine still couldn't completely relax and was still a little excited.

Fu Fengcheng laughed softly and reached out to pull the person directly into his arms.

In the afternoon, the door of the bedroom was closed.

The spacious bedroom was empty and silent through a wall, but there was a blushing sound from inside.

Through the hollow partition wall, a figure was entangled in the half-hung bed curtain.

When Xia Wei'an stepped into the courtyard, he saw Lan Jing sitting outside the study with a book to study hard.

Hearing the footsteps, Lan Jing raised her head and saw Xia Wei greeting him quickly, "Adminton Xia, good afternoon."

Xia Weian nodded slightly, "Mrs. Big Young Master is in the study?"

Lan Jing shook her head, "Adjustleman Xia has something to do? The eldest young master and the eldest young lady are still having lunch break."

Xia Weian raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon. Even if the young master had lunch break, it was time to get up at most at 1:30.

"Adjustrator Xia is in trouble? I'll go and inform you?" Lan Jing asked curiously.

In fact, Xia Wei'an and Xu Shaoming don't need to inform us when they come to see the eldest son, but if the eldest son and the young lady are in the bedroom, they are still different.

Xia Weian shook his head and said, "It's not a big deal. Just hand over this to the eldest son." As Xia Weian said that, he handed over the documents in his hand. It's not a big deal that can be urgent. Since the eldest son hasn't gotten up yet, wait.

Xia Wei'an was not surprised by Fu Fengcheng's obvious different routine than usual. After all, the eldest young master's physical condition is different from before.

"Okay, no problem." Lan Jinghan nodded and took over the document handed over by Xia Wei'an, "Does Adjutant Xia have anything to tell the eldest son?"

Xia Weian shook his head and turned to say goodbye, watching Xia Weian leave. Lan Jing shook her head and turned around and put the documents in Leng Sa's study, preparing to give them to him after the eldest son got up.

Back at the door of the study, she picked up the book, Lan Jing couldn't help but look up at the sky.

The eldest young master and the eldest young lady slept for a long time today. Was it really too hard last night? Then don’t bother me now. Anyway, there seems to be nothing wrong today. Lan Jing thought silently in her heart, and soon immersed in the book in her hand again.

The two people in the room were not asleep at this time.

Leng Sa lay lazily on Fu Fengcheng's broad and flat chest, and his fingers gently stroked the scars on his chest one after another.

Fu Fengcheng leaned against the bed and looked down at the person in his arms. His long hair was scattered, and a few strands of sweat were somewhat messy on his forehead and cheeks. His originally fair and jade-like face was dyed with a faint blush at this time, which looked more and more charming, and was completely different from his usual heroic appearance.

Looking up at Fu Fengcheng's deep eyes, she smiled coldly and said, "It's not my fault. Who made you forget that your injury was just cut open not long ago?" Of course, she forgot that she didn't care, but she couldn't blame her.

Fu Fengcheng snorted lightly, without saying a word. He just caressed her smooth back carelessly, Leng Sa got up and leaned into his ear and laughed in a low voice, "Actually, I don't mind..."

Fu Fengcheng glanced at her lightly, "Don't think about it."

Leng Sa snorted, then lay back lazily, "Then you can't blame me."

Fu Fengcheng turned over and occupied the top, stared at her condescendingly and said, "It will be fine soon."

Leng Sa felt that this was a bit bad, "Actually... it doesn't have to be that fast."

"No, I can't wait." Fu Fengcheng whispered.

Leng Sa's eyes flashed slightly, "Your injury..." What Fu Fengcheng meant was that the injury was already cured?

Fu Fengcheng did not answer, lowered his head and blocked what she wanted to say.

The room, originally calm, fell into heat again.

This dog man, will it make people speak well?

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