Feng Qing reached out and wanted to touch Fang Zheng's face. When she touched his inner clothes again, she remembered what happened before she got drunk and her mouth twitched.

Fortunately, my husband could tolerate it, so he let her take off his clothes.

The blush gradually climbed onto her cheeks. Feng Qing covered her face and refused to admit that she was herself who did such a stupid thing just now.

It was really embarrassing that she suddenly put down her hand and stood up quietly, preparing to slip away before Fang Zheng woke up.

Put on the skirt and walk out with your hands and feet.

As soon as his hand touched the door, a smile came from behind him, "My wife just woke up, where are you going?"

After a pause, Feng Qing didn't turn around. She quickly said, "I'll go and help Aunt Jin, husband, you sleep for a while."

After getting drunk, she didn't help Aunt Jin clean up, and Feng Qing felt a little guilty.

Aunt Jin originally lived alone, so she didn't need to spend much time cleaning up her home. Now there are two more people. Aunt Jin has a lot more when she is at home one day, and they have delayed Aunt Jin's visit to the shop.

"I thought my wife didn't want to see her husband." Fang Zheng said quietly behind her.

The back is a little stiff.

"How could it be?" Feng Qing chuckled dryly, but still didn't look back.

Fang Zheng didn't speak anymore. After waiting for a while, Feng Qing felt the fever on his face fading away, and then he planned to turn around.

Before the person could turn around, he burst into laughter in his ears.

There were also a pair of warm hands on my waist.

The palms were hotter than usual, Feng Qing's body trembled slightly, and she didn't have the courage to turn around again, "Honey, you haven't had a good rest these days. You can lie down for a while when you have time today."

A light kiss fell on his face, and Fang Zheng's hoarse voice was heard in his ears, "Go, madam, go back to the house earlier."

Nodding randomly, Feng Qing couldn't wait to open the door and jump out.

The speed is unprecedentedly fast.

Fang Zheng's chuckled more and more obvious from behind him.

Fang Zheng and Feng Qing were taking a nap. Aunt Jin was worried that they were at home alone, so she simply didn't go to the shop in the afternoon. When Feng Qing came out, Aunt Jin was sitting in front of the main hall embroidering sachets, and put a few hands next to her, all of which were made by her and Feng Qing.

After Mrs. Qian held her hands back, many ladies and ladies saw it and asked her about it. Mrs. Qian did not respond directly. She first asked Aunt Jin whether she would take so many business.

Aunt Jin should be slower to cover her hands, and Feng Qing was much more brisk. She discussed with Feng Qing that she could still make twenty or thirty before Feng Qing left Jingzhou.

The embroidery skills and patterns of later generations have been accumulated over thousands of years. Even if Feng Qing can't remember everything, she always surprises Aunt Jin whenever she proposes different patterns.

Feng Qing came to Aunt Jin, squatted down, and greeted Aunt Jin.

"Are you awake gently? Are you dizzy?" Aunt Jin put down the needle and thread, got up, and smiled and said, "I have cooked Tremella soup in the pot, which is still warm. I'll put a bowl of it for you."

"I'll do it myself." Feng Qing pulled Aunt Jin, she felt a little embarrassed, "It's all my fault if Aunt Jin is tired."

As a junior, I didn’t help, and it caused a lot of chaos.

Feng Qing clicked her forehead with a funny look and said, "Don't tell me those things that are not available. I can't be happy when you live here. Don't know, I originally thought it's nothing wrong with being alone, but after I met you and spent time with you, I felt that life could still be like this. Aunt Jin is very happy. Don't mention these words again in the future, otherwise Aunt Jin will be angry."

Feng Qing stepped forward, hugged Aunt Jin, and said in a muffled voice, "It's my luck to know Aunt Jin. I will come to see Aunt Jin when I have time."

"Good boy." Aunt Jin patted her on the back, thinking that Feng Qing would leave Jingzhou in less than a long time, and she felt a little depressed for a while.

Feng Qing wanted to do something, but Aunt Jin stopped him. Aunt Jin served Feng Qing a bowl and watched her drink it. Only then did she be satisfied. There were two bowls left in the pot, which were left for Fang Zheng.

After drinking Tremella soup, Feng Qing sighed, "Aunt Jin's craftsmanship is really good."

Even though Feng Qing himself has some talent in cooking, he is still young and has not accumulated many years of experience. The taste is a little less than that of Jiang and Aunt Jin.

"Your is not bad either." There is probably the best feeling similar to her own children. In Aunt Jin's opinion, Feng Qing likes her in terms of temperament and behavior.

After praising each other, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Before it got dark, Feng Qing and Aunt Jin sat in front of the door and covered their hands.

Until the door is knocked.

The person who came was a man who had sex with each other. The man handed the letter in his hand to Feng Qing, "This is what my son gave to Mr. Fang."

"Who is your son?" Feng Qing did not answer the letter, she had already guessed in her heart.

The visitor did not answer and handed the letter forward, "Madam, it's better to accept it. This is good for my son and Mr. Fang."

Although this person was not showing his face, he was arrogant in his words and said, "Your young master is frightened, right?"

Then retreat and close the door directly.

If the man hadn't been hiding quickly, his hands would have been cut off by the crack in the door.

"You!" the man gritted his teeth and wanted to kick the door.

But thinking that his son was furious several times these days, he shrank his neck and spoke again, and his tone was much better than before. "I hope my wife will forgive me. I am just too anxious to offend me."

Inside the door, Feng Qing snorted coldly.

Although my husband had no specific explanation, the haze in his eyes had gradually dissipated in the past few days. Feng Qing knew that Shang Fu must have suffered a considerable loss.

Today's home delivery confirms Feng Qing's speculation.

With Shang Fu's aloofness and conceit, if he had no choice, he would definitely not condescend to the nobles and deliver a letter to him.

"I hope the wife can open the door and let me match her with her." The people outside began to worry.

"Since you ask for someone, you should look like you, otherwise you will only be like your young master, like a dog who falls into the water, which is annoying." Feng Qing sneered.

The people outside were holding on to it again and again, and had to respond softly, "What the lady said."

Feng Qing was satisfied only. She only opened the door a crack and spoke to the people outside through the crack. "Where is your faith?"

After what happened just now, the man dared not say much, so he could only pass the letter through the crack of the door.

After receiving the letter, Feng Qing closed the door with a click.

She did not open the letter, but took it back to the house.

As soon as she entered the house, she found that Fang Zheng had already gotten up. The inside was much darker than outside. Feng Qing couldn't see the expression on her husband's face. She stepped forward and said, "Why don't my husband sleep much?"

"Someone knocked on the door just now?" Fang Zheng was already sleeping lightly. Even though the knock on the door outside was not loud, he still opened his eyes instantly. When Feng Qing came, he had already put on his clothes.

"Shang Fu's servant sent a letter to my husband." Feng Qing stepped forward.

After taking the letter, he put it aside casually. Fang Zheng grabbed Feng Qing's hand and frowned, "My wife's hand is a little cold."

"It's not cold, it's because my husband just got up and it's a little hot." Feng Qing chuckled and explained. She glanced at the letter paper, but she still couldn't help but ask Fang Zheng, "Mr., is this Shang Master already at his despair?"

"Yes." Fang Zheng did not hide it. When talking about this person, Fang Zheng's voice became cold a few times, and a coldness burst out in his eyes that could freeze the person. "This person is narrow-minded and ruthless. He dares to attack his wife, and he always has to pay the price."

Feng Qing is Fang Zheng's reverse scale, and if you touch it, you will die.

A young man from a noble family who can threaten his wife is really despicable.

There is no need to be ruthless to such people.

Shang Fu claimed to be outstanding in ability and never took others to heart. In his opinion, even Lord Su, who became the governor of Jingzhou, could become a pawn in his hands, but he had some ability, and Fang Zheng and Lord Su knew it well.

Because he did not take the others to heart, although Shang Fu had concealed his work, he did not leave any clues.

After a day of abandonment, Fang Zheng used Lord Su's hand to find the old lady who tried to abduct Feng Qing. Shang Fu naturally would not personally instruct the old lady to do things. However, Fang Zheng followed the clues and found a scholar from Jingzhou who came to a county behind Shang Fu all day long. The scholar came a month earlier than Fang Zheng. He tried every means to get along with Shang Fu and Su Zhengqian. Shang Fu turned a blind eye to this person, but since he fought more than a month ago, Shang Fu changed his previous coldness and became more and more pleasant to the scholar.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng clenched his fists. This person deliberately hurt someone and was about to stay in prison for a few years.

As for Shang Fu—

Two days ago, Lord Su caught the shopkeeper and the workshop where the books were printed.

You should know that at this time, printing technology was not popular yet, and most of the books in the book shop were hand-copied, and the printed books were much more expensive. It was easy for Lord Su to find the workshop where the printed books were printed.

Shang Fu is a little smart, so he naturally dare not spread these books to other prefectures. Who knows if anyone will find the hidden inside?

But it is different in Jingzhou. Even if Lord Su is finally noticed, with his friendship with Su Zhengqian and the current status of the merchant in Kyoto, Lord Su would not make a big deal about this.

If there was no Fang Zheng, Lord Su would really consider whether to expose the matter. If the matter was in Jingzhou, the merchant would owe him a favor.

But who made Shang Fu have bad luck? He met someone who took one step and thought ten steps.

Since the head of the merchant family can send Shang Fu to Jingzhou, it shows that the existence of Shang Fu is not irreplaceable. Most of these aristocratic families will experience brothers reading the walls. Fang Zheng also learned from Lord Su that there are nine brothers of Shang Fu's generation, including six of Shang Fu's houses. Shang Fu is the eldest. Except for Shang Fu, a brother of a fellow brother, the other four are all concubines, and two of these concubines are highly valued by Lord Shang.

Since Shang Fu can be replaced, Lord Su naturally won’t be polite.

Besides, although the merchants appear to be full of flowers and there is also a Shang Empress in the palace, His Majesty is not a powerhouse who allows the authority of the foreign relatives to be dictated and feel nothing. According to Fang Zheng's words, the merchants are already cooking oil at this time.

Lord Su's statement was not only angered himself, but also handed the emperor a knife.

If the emperor was happy, he would probably reward Lord Su.

Lord Su was a little hesitant at first, after all, these words came from a student who had just finished the provincial examination.

Fang Zheng did not urge him, and went to the government office in the daytime to interrogate the shopkeeper and the staff of the workshop with Lord Su.

After thinking for three days, Lord Su made up his mind.

The emperor and the merchants, he chose the emperor.

Therefore, Lord Su sued Kyoto with a complaint.

What Lord Su didn't know was that just yesterday, after Fang Zheng left the government office, he asked a master from the Qian family to help him deliver a letter to Kyoto.
To be continued...