Fu Mingsu's eyes flickered for a moment, a little cautious: "Looking at it now, I just care about it, but I like it...I'm afraid it will be sooner or later." Fu Mingsu raised his face to look at Fu Kun, "Do you want me to intervene?"

Fu Kun waved his hand, stopped talking, and strode away.

Fu Mingsu stood in the morning mist with a worried expression on his face.

Although, on the surface, Fu Kun did not interfere with their marriage, but in the final analysis, it was still related to the interests of the family. If he loves to do business, his wife is the noble daughter of the Yi family in the north.

The merchants in the capital are all married to the royal family, and Fu Kun is under the royal family, so if Fu Mingsu married the daughters of these merchants, it would be a high profile. Such as Qi Rui, Shangshu of the Ministry of punishment.

If he wants to find benefits from these merchants, he is competing with the royal family for business. One is that his status is low in Beijing, and the other is that it is easy to produce some side issues.

But the Yi family is different. They dominate the north all the year round, and they have never had a better opportunity to enter Beijing.

Therefore, the combination of the two has great benefits for both. Not to mention that this noble daughter of the Yi family is still a first-class beauty, and Fu Mingsu has done his best in this marriage.

But this time, the father cared about the relationship between the second brother and Lian Youyou, so what was the father's plan? Fu Kun's still unclear attitude made Fu Mingsu guess in every possible way.

three days later.

Moth day.

Now that Jiumen has money, the breakfast is much richer. The food has improved, and everyone has a lot more smiles on their faces. It's not like when Lian Youyou first entered the Nine Gates, all of them were listless and looked like resentful wives.

Lin Tingjun has been staring at Lian Youyou's hairpin these days.

Lian Youyou held the meat bun and squinted at him: "That's enough, don't be too greedy, you have all the clothes, don't make any other plans on me!"

Everyone flirted with each other, appreciating the meaning of Lian Youyou's words. All of a sudden, a few people were startled with sympathy, could it be that Lian Youyou had secretly poked some magic weapon, they didn't see it, but Lin Tingjun saw it?

Sanniang winks at Yunxi and asks Yunxi to investigate. Yunxi winked at Yunyao again, and when Yunyao wanted to wink at Fat Buddha, Fat Buddha took the meat bun to Wanqing's room to deliver food.

The password was not sent, and everyone could only stare with wide eyes.

Fat Buddha pushed Wanqing's door open as usual, and suddenly, a strand of thin silk thread floated out of the room and floated across his face.

"Wow!" Fat Buddha exclaimed, and the tray in his hand almost fell to the ground.

He stood blankly in front of the door, wisps of snow-white silk slowly floated out from the opened door, floating like a dream.

Seeing this scene, everyone put down the bowls and chopsticks in their hands in surprise, and walked to Wanqing's door.

I saw that the small hall inside the door was covered with snow silk like silk. In an instant, the small room seemed to be a coiled silk hole.

The light white silk fluttered with the wind, and the more they went in, the denser the white silk became. They all raised their faces according to the density of the white silk, and saw a huge cocoon at the joint between the roof and the corner of the wall!

That cocoon is about the size of the coffin master's official post! In the corner, it is very conspicuous.

"Wow—" He Shiqi stared blankly, his eyes widened.

"It's a cocoon." Lian swayed to the door, and continued to nibble on the buns without any surprises, "Then don't disturb her, she will come out at night."

"So fast?" Yun Yao looked at Lian Youyou in surprise.

"En." Lian Youyou pointed at the cocoon with a bun, "It's a human cocoon, not a silkworm cocoon, it took a long time. When the moonlight falls at night, these silks..." Lian Youyou pointed at the white silks floating around with a bun, " After inhaling the essence of the moon, the human and gu are united, breaking out of the cocoon, it is so beautiful, let's see it again at night." Lian left leisurely.

But everyone didn't go away, and I don't know if such a scene will be seen again in my life. People turn into cocoons and moths, which makes them really curious.

He Shiqi was the first to move a small stool and sit in front of the door to watch.

Seeing this, everyone moved out the round tables and stools in the hall one after another, and put them in the yard, like watching a play in a teahouse, sitting together to watch Wanqing make a cocoon.

Lian Youyou just sat down, and the round table in front of her was moved away. After a while, she couldn't help laughing.

All right, look at you, I'm going to sleep. Lian Youyou went to bed.

When Lin Tingjun saw her go, he followed her. Anyway, he loves to sleep the most, and it happened to be together.

In the yard, everyone sat around the round table, made a pot of tea, threw a table full of melon seeds, and waited for Wanqing to break out of the cocoon and become a moth.

After a while, Yao Guangda came back from court, and after seeing it, he also joined them in eating melon seeds and drinking tea as cocoons.

Looking at it like this, the nine gates are really leisurely.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the moonlight shines into their small courtyard bit by bit. The white silks floating in the air feel the moonlight and become longer and longer. They all meet the moonlight and float up into the sky like A woman's snow-colored long hair fluttered in the sky above the Nine Gates Yard.

"Oh——" He Shiqi exclaimed again, and stretched out his hand to touch the snowflakes that were floating upwards. It was unusually soft and silky, with a cool temperature. It was indescribably skin-friendly and comfortable to touch in summer.

More and more of them came out of the house, getting longer and longer, and began to spread all over the yard.

Everyone hastily moved the round table into the hall again, and stood in the hall to watch the snow silk that had covered the ground.

Lian Youyou came out stretched, with Lin Tingjun behind him.

"Hey! It's starting!" Lian Youyou ran forward, her eyes sparkling.

At this time, the snow silk has been dyed by the moonlight and turned into a faintly shining silver thread. The silver thread not only covered the ground, but also filled the entire yard.

They are quiet, beautiful, and beautiful.

Everyone standing in the hall is feeling the magic at this moment, the beautiful and slowly fluttering silver thread makes their hearts not feel horrible at all, but becomes peaceful, a special kind of serenity fills them heartland.

The silvery beauty makes everyone forget their troubles, and just want to enjoy the pure and ethereal beauty in front of them quietly.

The huge human cocoon slowly floated out from those silk threads, and it floated on the surface of the silver sea in the courtyard. Slowly, with a sound of "pop!", the upper end cracked.

Yun Yao held her brother's arm tightly with some excitement, her eyes couldn't help moistening, and her heart was moved by this beauty.

"Crack!" There was another slight and gentle sound, and two feathery snow-white tentacles slowly emerged from the top of the snow cocoon.

"Wow—" He Shiqi and Yun Yao exclaimed, because the tentacles are so beautiful. Like a feather fan in the hands of a beauty, or like a white phoenix's tail slowly drawn out, the beauty is suffocating.

Slowly, a snow-white head emerged. It still looked like a human head, but on the top of the head was a pair of huge emerald green eyes. Under the eyes were the mouthparts of a moth.

They were already looking like moths, but everyone didn't feel scared at all. In their eyes, it seemed that Wanqing had broken out of the cocoon, and it was very kind.

The snowy hair fluttered under the tentacles, and the slender bangs slightly covered the big green eyes. It made her face less strange like a split moth, standing in front of everyone like Wanqing.