Chapter 733: Sister, it won't be cold when I hold you

When the clouds were overcast in the study, a guard came in from outside.
He submitted a document and said respectfully: "Master, a secret report from the Shen Mansion."
Xiao Yi suppressed his irritation and opened it casually.
It was a secret letter handed out by Han Yanliang.
The rice paper is full of special symbols, outsiders can't see much, but it is a long list of people to interpret it in the language of Tianshu.
The people on the list are all merchants loyal to the Shen family. Each year they provide a large amount of gold and silver treasures to the Shen family and Empress Shen individually. The collusion between government and businessmen, the amount is shocking.
The money to build Jinwuwei came from here.
Xiao Yi flexed his fingers and tapped the book case lightly, his eyes falling on one of the households.
It's the Qian family who does jade business...
He lit the dossier list, uncovered the lid of the brass censer, and threw it into the furnace indifferently: "Prepare for soldiers and horses."
Suffering and puzzled: "Master?"
"Seize Qian's house tomorrow."
Suffocating a breath.
Although the master looks upright and stern, like a green pine on the edge of the solitary moon cliff in the sky, he is worthy of this dragon-head fish-print official robe, but how does he feel that the master is avenging his personal revenge...
Tomorrow will be the day when Qian Jialangjun and the princess meet each other.
The scarlet tongue of fire gradually swallowed the file.
The sparkle leaped, reflecting the deep and gorgeous face of Zhang Yingjun after the book case, and the flames were bright, igniting his dark and deep Danfeng eyes. His thin lips were smiling, showing a bit of malice and domineering like a wild wolf.
It's the winter solstice.
Chaowen courtyard bedroom.
Under the west window, Nan Baoyi is looking at the mirror and dressing.
She wore a small yellow jacket with a dark green woven gold skirt. A few slightly curled bangs fell on her forehead. The cloud bun was smooth and elegant, and two thin hair braids wrapped in red threads hung on her chest. The white, tender and full face was like a delicate flower, and the eyes of Danfeng's clear and lingering eyes showed endless aura.
He Ye put on the hosta for her, and said with a smile: "Just looking at the appearance of the young lady, it seems like a married woman, she is still a little girl in her boudoir."
Nan Baoyi smiled and got up and opened the window.
It was winter, and the garden was stained with frost, and the maids on the veranda in the distance put on thick coats.
She whispered: "I don't know what kind of character Qian Jialang is, why did he fall in love with me? If he wants to marry him, how can I refuse so that it won't hurt each other's harmony?"
"People haven't seen it yet, they just want to refuse."
Suddenly, the sound that was as crisp as a jade falling on the plate came from outside.
Nan Baozhu held the small hand stove, picked the bead curtain, and said straightforwardly: "I can see clearly now. When my daughter's family is not yet married, I should look at a few more. It is better to have more knowledge. Don’t be fooled easily. Otherwise, you don’t know if you marry a man or a dog."
Nan Baoyi looked at her.
Just before winter, the little cousin wore a sable fur-collared cloak, with a towering cloud bun, a delicate pink neck, and an exquisite hairpin ring. She looked like a concubine, and she was clearly the style of a little lady of the Chang'an family.
Nan Baoyi touched the fur collar of the sable rarely, and smiled: "Where does the resentment come from Zhuzhu? I heard that this sable was supplied to the royal family in the northern frontier. There are only a few in total, and ordinary merchants can't buy it if they have money. This piece of beads must have been specially given to you by the little grandpa. The little grandpa is really kind to you!"
Nan Baozhu rolled his eyes.
In my mind, the scene of Ning Wanzhou giving her a sable came to mind
It was a bit cold that night.
The maid said that the divination of the Qintian Supervisor might be the first snowfall of this winter at midnight.
So she instructed the small kitchen to make two plates of flower cakes and five stewed elbows with sweet-scented osmanthus sauce. Then she warmed a pot of Tusu wine on a small red clay stove and sat under the bamboo window, intending to enjoy the snow.
But she didn't wait for the snow, but waited for Ning Wanzhou to come.
A seventeen-year-old boy, wearing a crimson gown, is slightly drunk.
He pushed the door in, his voice was cold: "All back."
He has always been domineering.
The maid in the room didn't dare to disobey him, so she stepped back quickly, not forgetting to close the door thoughtfully.
He walked up to her, looked at the wine and vegetables on the table, and suddenly grabbed the arrogant and arrogant one, and hugged her like a baby: "Sister..."
Nan Baozhu disliked: "It is said that you are not allowed to come to my room at night, you are fouling."
"I am cold."
"Tell the maid to burn more stoves."
"It's useless, I'm just cold."
The young man wrapped her around her waist and threw her down on the chaise couch. The fox's eyes were sly: "Sister, I hold you and I won't be cold anymore. It might be snow tonight, I will watch the snow with you. Okay? After watching the snow, let's sleep together, warm each other."
Nan Baozhu panicked and pushed him hard: "Ning Wanzhou--"
"Sister, I'm drunk."
"Drunk you big head ghost!"
Nan Baozhu is short of breath.
Since arriving in Chang'an, this servant has been eager to move her.
But she was not ready at all!
She stretched out her hand and touched it, and in a panic, she touched a plum blossom branch and slammed it on Ning Wanzhou's face.
"hiss……"
Juvenile eating pain.
A red mark immediately appeared on the jade-white cheeks.
He covered his face and turned over to stay angrily: "Nan Baozhu! Is this your attitude towards your husband?!"
"Then you divorced me."
The teenager was short of breath.
He turned black and walked away quickly.
The maids were still guarding under the eaves. Seeing the wound on his cheek, they couldn't help being curious.
Ning Wanzhou didn't get angry: "Look at what you see, and then I will sell you all!"
He rushed out of the steps down the corridor, turned and stared at the shining Linghua window, yelling: "Nan Baozhu, if I come to please you again, I am a dog!"
Nan Baozhu rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
However, within an hour, the servant came again.
He is holding an expensive sable fur, his handsome and white face has a friendly look, and his fox eyes are radiant: "Sister..."
Nan Baozhu was drinking Tu Su Mei wine.
Squinting at him, she lazily said: "Isn't someone saying, come to please me again, is it a dog?"
Ning Wanzhou seemed to have not heard the teasing of the girl, and put the sable fur on the couch in a serious manner: "Well? I asked for it from my mother. My sister's skin is white as Dongzhu, and she used it as a cloak collar. It must be graceful and luxurious, and very beautiful."
Nan Baozhu is a girl, and she loves delicate things.
She put down the wine cup and touched the sable fur.
The precious things exclusively provided by the royal family were probably bestowed on the princess from the palace.
Ning Wanzhou specifically asked for it for her. It is estimated that the father-in-law was shocked to death. How could he be willing to give it to her?
However, good-looking is indeed good-looking...
When she admired her in a trance, Ning Wanzhou took the opportunity to hug her.
The boy's chest was hot and he was tall and tall.
He bowed his head, and the dense kisses landed on Nan Baozhu's ear and cheek one after another.
He is very proud: "Does my elder sister like it? My mother still has a lot of precious jewelry, if you like it, I will steal it for you tomorrow—"
The words stopped abruptly.
The beautiful young man, who was as beautiful as a white crane, blinked slowly.
He seems to be bald.
Nan Baozhu suddenly turned around: "You stole it?!"
She said, how could the princess be so generous to give her sable fur!