"You don't know, I've been greedy since I was a child," Mrs. Feng reported casually, "By the way, I'm not in a good mood today, so I stopped the caravans transported to the pass."

Wei Yang felt sad for a long time, and only regretted that he could not teach this witch a lesson for the time being.

Why are you sneering at the money?

"Why are you imitating her?" Wei Yang asked Qing'er again.

Qing'er should have said: "If I don't learn from my wife, can I learn from Princess Yue?!"

This is unreasonable!

"Forget it, you can do whatever you want, I still want to study." Wei Yang exclaimed, "The lights are on the third day and the five days are on the second day, and the hanging beams and stinging stocks are urgent. What they are talking about is Wei Xiaolang and Hami little official. Where can I find such self-conscious scholars?"

Madam Feng smiled, blinked, thought about taking off her favorite boots recently, and only a pair of white socks that were short to her ankle, which looked very well matched with her pink long clothes. Then she ate a broad bean, then drank a sip of juice, then lay down, lying, lying or sitting, and practicing her internal skills leisurely. She just endured for a moment and became a witch. How could the rustling official Wei learn with peace of mind? This is a sin.

"Forget it, I should also practice hard. The saint said that literature is martial arts, so-called 'major affairs of the country'." Wei Yang really couldn't continue studying, so he had to go over and grab a corner of Han Yu's bed.

This time, Miss Feng stopped making trouble. She knew when she could make a fuss and when she should be quiet.

The process of practicing martial arts was so dangerous that she reluctantly let this person go astray.

"You go." She just kept reminding.

After practicing martial arts for a while, Wei Yang said innocently: "You said that the cold jade bed is so cold? I subconsciously go over there whenever there is a hot place. Don't worry, I will never take advantage of it. You have to believe me."

Madam Feng believed it.

So when she woke up early in the morning, she felt that the cold was extremely gentle, and she felt quite strange in her heart. She hurriedly reached out and found that there was an extra layer of mattress?

"Ph!" Madam Feng blinked, and then said angrily, "Hate."

"Oh, why did Qing'er run over? I'm so confused." She turned over and got up, quickly stretched to the head of the kang, pulled open the already cold quilt, and muttered strangely.

Qing'er came from outside the door and asked bluntly: "It's still so early, why are you asking my little son to get up?"

Huh?

Why did she suddenly get up after she lay down on Qing'er all night?

"Well, Qing'er's attainment of light skills is getting higher and higher, and I admire her very much." Feng Wu muttered twice again, stretched the quilt and covered her head and face, and went to bed!

Wang Shouren's voice came from outside the door: "I have something to do below and I'm about to ask you the Marquis of Beiting."

Wei Yang jumped up, went over and opened the door, yawned and said, "Ah, Yangming Gong-No, no, you can't go in, this, my Baojuan hasn't gotten up yet."

Wang Shouren was shocked: "Is it decided overnight?"

"Yangming Gong's thoughts are too complicated. My Madam Feng practiced his skills all night. The bed I mentioned was the Hanyu Bed. Where did you think of it?" Wei Yang criticized, "Please let's eat and talk."

Wang Shouren said angrily: "How can you use the word "Taojuan"?"

"I have poor knowledge and I just want to ask Yangming Gong. Come on, let's take a look at my welcome article "Welcome Yangming Gong to the Western Front to guide local philosophical theory research". This is to be published in the newspaper. Oh, this matter is still under preparation. Yangming Gong can provide guidance nearby. Welcome Yangming Gong to correct his criticism." Wei Yang invited warmly.

So, a manuscript was studied for three or five days.

On that day, dozens of people rode to Weiyang's house, and someone whispered loudly: "Where is the Marquis of Beiting? Princess Xiangyang of the Prince of Yue's Mansion dares to ask you to see me."

A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old in the horse team looked pretty handsome, but she was a bit unruly. She had a group of green horses under her seat, a horse whip in her hand, an iron sword hanging from her waist, and two treasure bags of hidden weapons were hung on her saddle.

She spoke loudly at the young talents, raised her true energy, and said gently: "I am Zhu Lingzi, a disciple of the Xiadiancang Sect, and I want to see the Beiting Hou. I hope that I can't refuse."

This is a bit arrogant.

Hu Zi stood in the yard with anger and replied: "Our Xiaolang is sick. Yes, he said he is sick and will not see a foreigner. Please come back."
Chapter completed!