The next day.

It was noon that day.

The entire Chang'an City woke up, and the people in the Fang Mansion became busy early in the morning. The chores left at yesterday's banquet had not been completed yet.

The whole house was busy.

Only Fang Yiai's courtyard is quiet and the servants will pass by outside and will deliberately slightly.

The second young master and the young lady have not yet got up.

Qiaoer and Xiaohuan came in quietly and stole a few glances. Seeing that the two were still sleeping soundly, they did not wake them up, and slowly retreated with red faces.

Fang Yiai woke up slowly. It was already bright outside. He was tossing too late last night, so he slept until this time.

Feeling the touch in his hand, he gently pinched it, Susan said "um" lightly, adjusted her posture slightly to make herself more comfortable and continue to sleep soundly.

Fang Yiai looked down and a quiet fairy was asleep at the bend of his arms.

Her eyes were gently closed, and a slight smile on the corner of her mouth. The slight movement just now made her eyebrows slightly frown. It must have hurt her last night.

Looking at the beauty in her arms, Fang Yiai couldn't help but approach her lips slightly and kissed her gently on the face.

Susan's eyelashes moved slightly, as if she was awakened by his movements. Her eyes opened slightly, and she saw Fang Yiai looking at her directly. Thinking of her current state, she immediately closed her eyes again.

But she unconsciously climbed two red clouds on her face, and her slightly trembling eyelashes meant she had woken up.

Fang Yiai smiled badly, and the hand was pinched again before, and her whole upper body turned red. Susan finally couldn't stand it anymore.

She slowly opened her eyes and screamed like a lazy cat, "Honey!

Fang Yiai felt relieved when he heard this, and he lost his thoughts of making pranks. He said apologetically: "Sorry, I woke you up. My main wife, you are so beautiful that you can't help it for your husband."

Susan felt sweet in her heart when she heard this, and looked at Fang Yiai with affection. She, who had always been quiet, had a sense of charm at this moment.

Seeing Fang Yiai's index finger was shaking, thinking about whether she would rectify the Dharma on the spot. Susan suddenly screamed, "Oh! It's over, it's over, I'm just getting up at this time. How can I see people?"

But she sat up all of a sudden, her graceful curves were exposed, and the feeling of being suppressed by her scream suddenly rushed to her heart and looked at her straight.

Feeling his gaze, Susan hurriedly covered her with a blanket. Fang Yiai was still making trouble, and there was a movement at the door.

Crack!

There should have been a noise outside. The door was gently pushed open and two heads were poked in. Seeing that they were indeed awake, Qiaoer and Xiaohuan pushed the door and came in.

"Young Master! Young Madam!"

"Miss! Son-in-law!"

The two maids greeted him, and then Qiaoer said, "Mrs. I've been busy all day yesterday, so I can go and greet you later."

Upon hearing this, Susan breathed a sigh of relief and pushed Fang Yiai, "My husband, you are not allowed to see it."

"Okay, okay! It's not that I haven't seen it..." Although it was a bit like stealing the bell, Fang Yiai still obeyed her and turned around muttered.

"Don't say it."

Susan, who is quiet, looks so embarrassed that she looks fierce.

Under Xiao Huan's service, Susan put on her clothes rustlingly, but she probably had to take off her clothes later. She was afraid that she would have to take a shower this morning.

...

After the two of them took a shower, they were dressed neatly. Fang Yiai helped Susan and went to the main hall to pay tribute to their parents.

"Young Master! Young Madam!"

Along the way, the busy people would stop and salute respectfully.

Susan was happy when she heard the young lady's name, but her head was buried very low. She only got up at this time and always felt embarrassed to meet people.

When we arrived at the main hall, the whole family was waiting for them.

Fang Xuanling and Lu Shijing's two elders were full of smiles and did not blame him. Susan was still so embarrassed that she dared not look up.

Officials from the Tang Dynasty had marriage leave. Fang Xuanling's second son got married, and at least he had a leave of absence for three or five, so he did not go to Dian Mao today, waiting for his new daughter-in-law to offer tea.

"Dad, mom, please have tea..."

Two cushions were prepared on the ground, and the two knelt on it and gave the two elders a cup of tea.

Susan accused him of guilt, and Lu took her hand and comforted her carefully, "Silly child, you don't have to tell so many rules at home. Erlang only gets up at this time on weekdays, so you don't have to apologize..."

Put a bracelet on her hand, and Susan raised her head.

Fang Yiai had seen this bracelet before. His sister-in-law Du had one on her hand, which should have been prepared by Lu for his daughter-in-law.

After celebrating tea and getting to know my family, the family sat together and started having meals. It was hard to tell whether it was breakfast or lunch, but the whole family was having fun.

"Erlang, I heard that you wrote ten poems to urge makeup yesterday? When did you write poems?"

As soon as everyone took the seat, Fang Yi couldn't wait to ask. This question was hidden in his heart, as if he was scratching his heart, and it was so uncomfortable.

Fang Yizhi asked this question, and his family looked at Fang Yiai. The Fang family passed on the family through poetry and books, and was very interested in this topic.

"Son, you can write poetry!"

But my family found it strange that Fang Yiai has changed a lot this year and has shown a little literary talent, but no one thought that he could write poetry.

There were only Fang Fengzhu and Susan on the table, so it was not surprising.

Susan felt sweet in her heart, and Fang Fengzhu tried hard to hold her laughter. She remembered her brother's preaching last time...

Now that things have come, I have gotten married, Fang Yiai doesn’t intend to hide it anymore, nodding and said, “You know how to write a little, but you don’t write well and laugh at me.”

"Don't be humble. Now the whole of Chang'an is praising your poetry. All ten poems are on the horizontal line, especially the sentence "There is no colorful phoenix flying wings, and the heart is in harmony." It should be a quatrain that has been passed down through the ages. If you still don't write well, few people in the world dare to write poetry."

Fang Yiai smiled foolishly and said nothing.

Hearing that, Fang Xuanling and Lu looked at their son wide, surprised that he could write eternal quatrains, and felt more relieved in his heart.

"Erlang, give your poems to your mother."

Lu said excitedly that the outside world has been mocking Fang Yiai.

What to say: Fang Xuanling, the leader of the civil minister, gave birth to a son who only knew how to dance with swords and sticks. Fang Yiai didn't care. Lu felt uncomfortable when he heard this. Now that his son finally made a fortune, she naturally wanted to listen with her own ears.

"Mom, please wait for a while, the child hasn't finished asking..."

Fang Yizhi apologized to his mother and then asked, "The three poems that Fengzhu were also from your words, right?"

After saying that, Fang Yizhi stared at the two of them. Seeing Fang Fengzhu lying on the table, his shoulders trembling constantly, he was already sure in his heart.

"Hehe, this has been discovered by my brother!"

Fang Yiai was thick-skinned, scratched the back of her head, and answered lightly.

"Puchi! Hahaha..."

Fang Fengzhu finally couldn't help it and laughed loudly, "Brother, I really didn't laugh on purpose, I really couldn't help it."
Chapter completed!