Chapter 54: world of two people

Zhuangzi in Tangquanshan is an emperor's villa given to Feng Liao by the emperor.
This Zhuangzi is only three days away from the capital. The biggest advantage is that there are several hot springs in Zhuangzi. Many years ago, these spring eyes were repaired into several ponds by a master of Zhuangzi. After Feng Liao took over here, he renovated the ponds.
Yong Ruo is looking forward to this trip to Tangquan Mountain, and the girls around her are also looking forward to it.
In order to be fair, Yong Ruo asked the girls around to guess Ding Hu, who decided to go and who stayed, and finally the flowers were soft, heavy snow, light snow, and cold win.
Yong Ruo comforted Yujing and Dahan with disappointed faces: "Don't be disappointed, next time you don't guess Ding Hu, I'll let you rotate." Two girls who guessed that Ding Hu lost, this made them happy.
Of course, Zhu Ying also wanted to follow up. For this, she worked overtime and wrote the booklet for Yong Ruo a day in advance.
It's a pity that Yong Ruo didn't want to take her at all. After reading the booklet, she said with regret: "This booklet is too simple. Let's not write a booklet anymore. You follow too Every time the princess went out, she wrote it down in detail. Be accurate, meticulous, understand? "
Zhu Ying didn't understand: "Why write this?"
Yong Ruo sighed slightly: "I found that your ability to summarize and summarize is not very good. You have gone out so many times with your concubine, and you have seen so many princesses, lords, princesses, concubines, wives, wives, but these people What kind of temperament, what you like, and what you don't like, you have nothing in this booklet.
"In this case, it is better to write down your previous experience when you went out, what people you have met, what food and appliances, and what people have said. I will analyze and analyze from your own experience, maybe There is something to be gained. By the way, what the concubine tells privately does not have to be written, lest you leave it alone. "
Zhu Ying was stunned: "How long does it take to write this? And how can slaves remember so clearly for years?"
Yong Ruo smiled: "You think slowly, write slowly, don't worry! If you really have no clue, I will teach you a way: look for a few yellow calendars, look at the yellow calendar, which year, month, and day are you right? What special day? For example, someone ’s birthday, a family to marry a woman and a wife? Where did the princess take you? In this comparison, you will think of many things and think about it when you write. "
Watching Zhu Ying drop down in dismay, Yong Ruo smiled, and said, "Write a memoir at home slowly, Zhu Ying's little secretary."
Hua Ruanyu Yujing smiled at Yong Ruo secretly in the ground: "Mrs. Zhu Ying's method of treating Zhu Ying is really wonderful!"
Yong Ruo took a look at them: "Who said I was treating her? I was clearly reusing her! If neither you nor I had seen the world, why did Zhu Ying work so hard? You commanded: People under me, They are respectful to Zhu Ying. She lives and eats daily, and takes care of Zhu Ying more. Don't neglect Zhu Ying in eating and drinking. "
Hua Ruanyu and Jingjing exchanged a wink, grinning, and his face comprehended: "Mrs. has learned! The slaves will respect the girl Zhu Ying well."
On the third day of March, the festival is celebrated.
Yong Ruo and Feng Liao sat in a large carriage and headed for Tangquan Mountain.
"Are you happy?" Feng Liao asked Yongruo.
"Happy!" Yong Ruo said intimately holding Feng Liang's arm, "So I want to thank you! How do you want me to thank you?"
If it was in the past of Yong Ruo, the boy in love heard the girl he liked and asked: how do you want me to thank you? Make sure to make a basket of shameful requests.
But Feng Liao is an honest child. Yong Ruo held his arm so tightly, and across the early spring, he could feel the warmth of her body, unable to control the flushing of her face for a while, and felt uncomfortable all over.
"You ... you make me a purse! You haven't made me a purse yet!" Feng Liang cleared his throat, controlled his disordered mood, and said calmly.
Yong Ruo was both funny and interesting, and said a little mutely, "As long as I make a purse for my son, will he be satisfied?"
"Then ... then make me a pair of socks again!" Feng Liao added a needlework order very stupidly.
Yong Ruo can't help it! She rested her forehead on Feng Liang's shoulder, and smiled with her head down: Why is Feng Liang so cute? !!
Feng Liao felt the trembling of her body, turned her head to look at her in a mistake, but only saw her bun. He reached out his hand and gently held her chin, forcing her to raise her head, and saw her uncontrollable smile.
"What are you laughing at?" Feng Liao couldn't help laughing, "I thought you were scared to cry by needlework! I was wondering: even if you don't like needlework, you won't Scared by a purse and a pair of socks! "
"How does the son know that I don't like needlework?"
"I can see it! You passed the door for a month, you never touched the needlework, you gave me a sachet on the day of your marriage. You have to change someone else, sachet, pouch, fan cover, purse, socks, coat I do n’t know how much it has sent me! If I still ca n’t see that you do n’t like needlework, would n’t it be stupid?

Yong Ruo slightly pursed his lips: "I gave the king a papa!"
Feng Liang held her sideways, and hummed proudly: "Is that what you gave to the king? It was clearly the king who stole it!"
Yong Ruo looked at him with grievances: "Is the lord Wang blaming his body for dereliction of duty?"
Seeing her small eyes, Feng Liao felt that her heart was about to be lost, and quickly confessed: "No! Absolutely not! I just want a purse that you have made by yourself. If you don't want to do it, forget it! Give me something else. "
"Really?" Yong Ruo stared at the wind with a pair of stars.
Feng Liao said arrogantly: "Of course you can! As long as it is your intention, I like it!"
"Okay, you close your eyes! Don't open it!"
"So mysterious?" Feng Liao closed her eyes according to the words, with an uncontrollable smile on her face, full of expectations in her heart.
Yong Ruo put one hand on Feng Liang's shoulders and one hand on his knees. He stood up and looked at Feng Liang's delicate and handsome V-shaped face, and his heart was extremely soft.
She grabbed Feng Liang's neck with one hand, and put her other hand on the side of his face, with a little force to signal him to face himself.
With his eyes closed, it seems that the other senses of the body are particularly sharp. In the invisible darkness, Feng Liao's breathing slowly and quickly, her heart beat fast, her face was slightly hot.
Yong Ruo bent her head sideways, and gently printed her lips on Feng Liu's soft and plump lips. After a slight pause, she retreated quickly.
When the two lips met, Feng Liang couldn't help but hold his breath, and the gentle touch on his lips seemed as if a stone was breaking the calmness of the lake, causing ripples in his heart. When her lips pulled away, he was both lost and uplifted, regretful and contented.
After a while, Feng Liao opened her eyes gently, involuntarily stretched out two fingers, touched the lips that had been kissed by Yong Ruo, and looked at those again.
Then he looked at Yong Ruo, his eyes shone, and said softly, "I like Ruo Ruo's thank you very much!"
Along the way, Feng Liao was in a state of sleepwalking because of this shallow kiss, and touched her lips for a while, and then stunned with a smirk.
It was not until the night he stayed at the post that he remembered one thing: "If you are in the car today, when we say thank you, what are you laughing at?"
Yong Ruo pretended to be stupid: When? Did I laugh? I don't remember what was laughing at that time!
This time when going out, Feng Liao didn't pose the prince of the king of the county, nor did she show her identity, but she brought the elite guards in the house.
But based on their momentum, how dare the people at the station take it easy? They were given the best guest rooms and replaced with brand new bedding.
Yong Ruo walked around the room and made sure that there were no lice and fleas on the bed, so rest assured! As for daily necessities such as tableware, the luggage carts on the back are all she used to use!
The dinner was made by the post's chef, but Jiao Tong personally took the responsibility of the health supervisor with the eunuch, so Yong Ruo was very relieved.
After dinner, Yong Ruo and Feng Liang sat down to eat. Yong Ruo asked Huarou to take the needlework box up and said to Feng Liao: "I want to make another purse to give to the grandfather, can the grandfather dislike it?"
Although she doesn't like to do needlework, her body has inherited most of her original needlework skills, and making simple gadgets is not a problem.
Feng Liao was overjoyed and said busyly: "Don't let it go, don't let it go! I can't help it!"
"What color does the lord like? What style?"
Two people happily talked about purses. Feng Liao was very involved in helping to choose materials, styles, and embroidery styles, so that Yong Ruo could have a hand-made feeling with his boyfriend.
Because of the need to embroider, Yong Ruo's needlework is not very skilled. She can't finish this purse at night, so she slowly does it every day.
On the third night, when the sky was dark, they finally arrived at Tangquan Villa. After supper, Yong Ruo finally made the purse and gave it to Feng Liao.
Feng Liang took the purse, looked at it with joy, and carefully held it in her arms.
When lying in bed with Yong Ruo at night, Feng Liang also let Yong Ruo close his eyes: "I have a gift for you!"
Yong Ruo guessed what he was going to do, closed his eyes obediently, and gave Feng Liao a praise in his heart: knowing that there is something to learn, good!
After a whispering voice, Yong Ruo felt that Feng Liao was holding her two arms, hanging above her, getting closer and closer to herself.
His breath, gently sprayed on her face, gave her a slightly hot feeling.
His two soft and moist lips, learning from her day, gently kissed her lips, and after a short pause, they wanted to withdraw.
Yong Ruo did not give him a chance to withdraw. She stretched out her arms, wrapped his neck around him, pulled him towards himself, raised her head slightly, and held her gently with her lips ...
Feng Liao quickly learned this kind of lip-and-mouth game, and was very happy with her. It was not until he felt that the restlessness in his body was surging like a tide.
He held Yong Ruo's shoulders, and quickly lifted his upper body apart from her lips.
Yong Ruo gasped slightly, feeling his heart beat fast. She looked at Feng Liang's flushed cheeks, listening to his equally rapid breathing, and felt that at this moment, any hesitation and withdrawal was a waste of life.
She raised her arm, trying to circle his neck again and pull him towards herself.
Feng Liao quickly pressed her hand, then pulled the quilt over her, and covered her tightly, revealing only a head.
"No! No!" He buried his face in the quilt, did not dare to look at her at all, his voice was stuffy, his tone was firm, and his hands were still firmly pressed against her quilt.
"Rongshen ..." Yong Ruo's voice was slightly low-dumb, revealing inexplicable sensuality. But as soon as she said two words, Feng Mou covered her mouth.
"Don't talk!" Feng Liao still buried her face in the quilt and said rudely.
Yong Ruo kissed in the palm of Feng Liang's palm.
Feng Liao's hand quickly retracted like an electric shock, and continued to press her quilt.
"Don't make trouble!" He finally lifted his face from the quilt, looked at her, and whispered very seriously.
But his cheeks were still flushed, his eyes glowed with water, his breathing was still short, and he looked less serious.
Yong Ruo was trapped under the quilt, looked at him, and blinked innocently: "I'm not making trouble! I just want to be closer to you."
Feng Liao looked at her, almost silent. He breathed lowly and threatened with a slightly hoarse voice: "If you do that again, I'll round the room with you in advance!"
Yong Ruo continued to look at him innocently: "Why can't you round the house in advance? Didn't that Youfanglang say that my son is difficult? In this case, the prerequisites you made for the promise are wrong. The promises made under the wrong premise, Why do we need to keep it? "
Feng Liao looked at her with obvious tangles and struggles on her face: "But ... in case? What if you remember it wrong?"
Yong Ruo sighed softly: "Don't the son refuse to die, or do not want to believe me?"
Feng Liao felt a little confused. He buried his face in the quilt again, continued to press Yong Ruo's quilt, and said dumbly, "You let me think about it, go to sleep!"
Yong Ruo was a bit helpless and moved. She looked at the top of the account, took a deep breath, calmed her heartbeat and breathing, and said hoarsely, "OK!"
The atmosphere has been destroyed and she is very tired today. What can she do besides saying good? Can only be left tomorrow!
What will you play tomorrow?
Here is the hot spring village, there is a soup pond ... wet body to seduce?
There were two ancient poems flashing in her mind: the hot spring water washes the fat, and the waiter lifted up her weakness.