Neither Fang Zheng nor Feng Qing wanted to stay in Feng Mansion for a moment longer, so they left side by side.

Before they reached the door, Feng Chong's voice came from behind the two of them, "Wait a minute."

coming.

The two turned around.

"I wonder if there is anything else going on with my father-in-law?" Fang Zheng asked with an unchanging expression.

Feng Chong carefully unfolded the scroll again. Every time he looked at this spring boating picture, he would admire it. Master Yiyang's paintings are indeed exquisite and admirable everywhere.

No wonder the gentleman admired it so much.

"A good son-in-law." It was rare for Fang Chong to be so polite to Fang Zheng. He waved to Fang Zheng, "I wonder where you got the painting of a good son-in-law?"

"My son-in-law got it accidentally at a used goods stall a few years ago." No matter from his expression or words, Fang Zheng couldn't find any flaws in him. If he hadn't seen his husband-in-law paint this painting with his own eyes, Feng Qing would have wanted to do it.

I believe Fang Zheng’s nonsense.

Feng Chong also believed it.

He felt that Fang Zheng was very lucky.

"My virtuous son-in-law can tell the authenticity of this painting at a glance. He must know Master Yiyang very well. I wonder if my virtuous son-in-law can find another painting called Guoshi Peony for me?"

This cheap dad really doesn’t know what politeness is?

Feng Qing saw the painting with his own eyes, and seeing that Feng Chong cared so much about it, he must have said that it was extremely rare, just like those orphans in later generations.

Does it mean that you can get it if you get it?

"My father-in-law overestimated my son-in-law. It was just luck that I got this painting. I'm afraid it will be very difficult to find it now. Besides, the peony painting of the national scholar disappeared long ago. I forgive my son-in-law for his incompetence." Fang Zheng said neither softly nor hard.

Rejected him.

"I also know that painting is rare, but you just have to do your best." Feng Chong relaxed, but still did not give up.

Feng Qing almost sneered, but it was Fang Zheng who secretly held her hand that calmed her down.

"My son-in-law understands."

Fang Zheng was so respectful. This attitude was very useful to Feng Chong. He hummed, still raising his chin, "In that case, you can go back and remember what you said today."

Fang Zheng nodded and led Feng Qing out of the door.

After leaving Feng's house, Feng Qing let out a breath. When the door behind her closed with a clang, she asked: "Ms. sir, why do you think he asked us to make this trip?"

"The first is to let those who pay attention to the Feng family know that he still has a loving heart towards you and me. The second is to ask my husband to find paintings for him."

If you can send a carriage to the village to pick up people, this matter will always spread to the ears of interested people. The more people know about it, the rumors will change. Pan was wrong about the birthday that day, but there must be many others.

People feel that his wife has made more mistakes. Today, when Feng Chong came out like this, her faults are even greater. After all, she asked her biological father to send someone to pick her up, but it took two days in a row before she reluctantly came to the door. In the eyes of others, his wife

That would be unfilial.

"Then your husband still agrees to him?" Feng Qing pursed his lips, "Does your husband want to draw another peony painting for him?"

"If the wife doesn't want to, my husband will not write again." Fang Zheng looked unclear, "It's one thing to agree, but the picture book my father-in-law wants is a rare and unique item, so naturally I won't let my husband get it easily."

The implication is that even if he agrees to Feng Chong, he may not be able to find him in his lifetime.

However, Feng Qing still felt sorry for Fang Zheng for lowering his posture in front of Feng Chong. She said guiltily, "Mr., it's all because of me."

"What does this have to do with my wife?" Fang Zheng couldn't see Feng Qing blaming himself so much, "You and I are one husband and wife. My wife feels sorry for my husband, and my husband also feels sorry for my wife because of my lady's pain."

Although this was a bit awkward to say, Feng Qing still understood it. She hooked Fang Zheng's palm again, and then stuck out her tongue, "Ms. sir, do you think the Feng family is very poor? They can't even afford food for the two of us.

get up?"

Otherwise, why can’t I eat every time I come here?

This statement made Fang Zheng's chest vibrate. He chuckled and nodded in agreement, "It's very possible."

This thing about the Feng family was not enough to make the two of them sad. After laughing, the gloom in their hearts disappeared with the wind.

This ancient county town was not as big as that of later generations. It only had a few streets that were relatively prosperous. Business people lived on the streets, and there were residential buildings similar to those in the village on the outside.

The two of them had gone back and forth so many times that they had already visited several streets.

Feng Qing was rarely interested today. She pulled Fang Zheng with a smile and said, "Mr. sir, let's have a nice stroll today."

Unlike most girls, she never really liked shopping. Feng Qing suddenly realized today that maybe it was because no one was accompanying her. Now that Fang Zheng was by her side, her interest was higher than ever.

She had been to Shopkeeper Qi's shop many times, but rarely entered the other shops on the street. Feng Qing simply pulled Fang Zheng's sleeve and started at the ready-made clothing shop in front of her.

After all, the county is not as strict as Jingzhou and Kyoto in guarding men and women. There are many couples and unmarried couples walking together on the street, but there are not many men who accompany women to shops.

Feng Qing and Fang Zheng entered the nearest store. The shopkeeper was a young woman. They were stunned for a while when they saw a pair of beauties coming to the door. When they heard Feng Qing's clear and clear voice like spring water, they came back to their senses and greeted them with a smile.

Come forward.

The shop was not big, and the shopkeeper did not hire any waiters. She stepped forward and warmly introduced to Feng Qing the clothes displayed on the walls and placed in an orderly manner on the long tables in the shop.

"These are all popular styles in recent years. They were passed down from Jingzhou. If you touch the material again, you will see that it is authentic Hengzhou fine cotton. This kind of cotton is rare. I grabbed a few pieces in total and made them in total.

Of the three skirts, this one is the only one left now. Madam, with your figure, you will look good in it." The shopkeeper pointed to the most conspicuous lavender skirt in the shop and introduced it to Feng Qing.

If the one she embroidered for Miss Zhao a few days ago was as gorgeous and eye-catching as a peony, this one is as elegant and pure as a daisy. Feng Qing habitually looked at the golden chrysanthemum embroidered at the hem of the skirt, with fine stitches.

The skill is also above average, but this embroidery method is something Feng Qing has never seen before.

"To be honest, madam, I embroidered the golden chrysanthemums on this one myself." The shopkeeper explained when she saw Feng Qing staring at the hem of the skirt.

"I have never seen this acupuncture before. Who did it come from?" There are countless acupuncture techniques that have been passed down to later generations, but Feng Qing also knows that there are countless acupuncture techniques that have never been passed down and disappeared in the long river of history.

.

"I'm really ashamed." The shopkeeper blushed a little, "This is just passed down from our ancestors. Someone in my ancestors once worked as an embroiderer in the palace of the previous dynasty. Later, he was released from the palace and accumulated a family fortune by selling embroidery.

My ancestor's embroidery skills were very good at that time, but our descendants are not up to par. When it comes to my generation, we can barely embroider an item."

The shopkeeper was an honest person and did not praise his embroidery skills blindly.

"I want this one." Feng Qing was more enthusiastic about the embroidery techniques she had never seen before than anything else. She looked around at the large and small objects in the shop again. She was sure that everything in here was perfect.

Feng Qing asked for this lavender skirt, which was made by the shopkeeper.

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