Chapter 244 Photographs (three shifts)

  Even though neither Fu Fengcheng nor Fu Yucheng participated in the auction last night, the Zhaoyingjian smoothly fell into Fu Fengcheng's hands.

  Leng Sa was about to take a nap, Lan Jing came to tell the warlord that the Zhaoyingjian was sent over. Leng Sa, who had been preparing for a good night's sleep because of too much work yesterday, immediately jumped up from the bed, didn't even bother to change his clothes and rushed to the door to carry the sword back.

  This photo is worthy of being something that can make the Fu family a heirloom. It is indeed a rare sword. It has a history of thousands of years, but because it has been used by people, even though no one has used it in modern times, it is often maintained. The whole sword is still bright and sharp.

  She was so excited that Fu Fengcheng naturally couldn't sleep. Sit up from the bed and watched Leng Sa gesture with a sword, "It seems that Madam likes it very much?"

   Leng Sha laughed, "Not bad, this sword... It seems that the Fu family didn't shoot, right? Wouldn't you just rob Hong Tianci's treasure house directly?"

  Not only did the sword fail to be shot, Leng Sa even wondered whether the bunch of treasures Hong Tianci had been shot or not, had all fallen into Fu Fengcheng's hands. In response to her question, Fu Dashao, who was sitting on the bed in a thin gown, answered naturally, "Of course not."

  Leng Sa raised his head in surprise, "Returned to Hong's help?" Yan Guo did not pluck his hair, which did not conform to Fu Dashao's style of acting.

Fu Fengcheng said: "The two treasures will be returned to the government and will be sent to the South Six Provinces Museum. The ones that have been sold will naturally be taken away by the guests. Hong Gang will donate all the income to the South Six Provinces voluntarily. There are also some that have not had time for auction. Things, Wei Changxiu, Long Yue, and Xiao Yiran each picked a few as souvenirs. If your wife likes you, you can pick two."

  Leng Sa was speechless for a while, did Hong Bang dare not volunteer? The former gang leader in his own family did such a big thing. If the Hong Gang is not exhausted by others, even if it is Hong Fu Qitian, even the real bandits and bandits do not have the specialty of Fu Dujun.

   "I think Hong Tianci will not be terminally ill even if she is not caught, and she will not live for a few days." The person who was maddened, if her family's treasures accumulated in a few lifetimes were so divided up, she would be so angry that she would die with each other.

  Learning from the ancient swordsman holding a short sword and making gestures in front of him a few times, he instantly felt that he was a lot more heroic.

  However, it is indeed not popular to use swords now. It is true that such a thing will definitely become the focus of everyone's attention, not to mention that she can't use swords at all.

   Raised his hand and stroked the vividly engraved little fox under the hilt, and Leng Sa couldn't help glaring at it fiercely.

   But then I thought that the guy she really wanted to stare at had been for hundreds of years, and she suddenly felt empty and boring in her heart.

  Sure enough, Master Leng has the longest life, so I’ll go to your grave and go to Die!

  Fu Fengcheng looked at her with a sudden look of sorrow, and stretched out his hand to her. Leng Sa thought he wanted to see too, so he handed the sword over. Fu Fengcheng took the sword with one hand and placed it on the bedside table. One hand held her finger that caressed Jianfeng, "Be careful to cut your hand." This is indeed an ancient sword, but it is more sharp than a modern dagger by three points. .

   Leng Sa lightly sighed, and sat down on the bedside weakly.

   Fu Fengcheng asked: "What's the matter? Madame doesn't like it?"

   "I like it." Leng Sa said with some regret: "Unfortunately, no one uses this kind of dagger anymore, so I can only take a look at it."

   "Looking back, I'll let someone find a good knife for you." Fu Fengcheng said.

   Seeing his serious look, Leng Sa's mood suddenly became a lot more relaxed, "I don't need to be so serious because I have average skill."

  Fu Fengcheng said: "Madam has a problem with the understanding of the word general."

  "Are you complimenting me?" Leng Sa blinked, kneeling on the bed and staring at Fu Fengcheng.

  Fu Fengcheng said, "Is it too vague, my wife didn’t hear it?"

   is vague enough, but fortunately Lord Leng is smart.

  Fu Fengcheng said: "Since Mrs. gift has received it, we can continue to discuss business matters."

   Leng Sa was a little puzzled, "What's the business?"

"last night……"

  Just as he uttered two words, Leng Sa rushed over and covered his mouth. Fu Fengcheng raised his sword eyebrows and made no sound, just staring at Leng Sa firmly. Leng Sa coughed a little awkwardly and put down his hand, "Um...I was wrong if I drank too much, and I was crazy, I apologize. Can we stop talking about this?"

   "No." Fu Fengcheng flatly refused.

   "Why?!" Leng Sa was puzzled, and he didn't suffer.

  Fu Fengcheng said: "Since we got married, my wife has been frivolous to me several times but shirked responsibility..." Obviously, Master Fu really felt that he was at a disadvantage.

and many more! What do you mean by me being more frivolous than you? !

Fu Fengcheng seemed to see the dissatisfaction in Leng Sa's heart, and said: "The first time, under the big banyan tree in your school, the second time you fell asleep at night, this can not be counted as once, it is often. The third time I was in the room last time... On the ground...and..."

   "Wait! Wait!" Leng Sao was furious. Can you figure out who was frivolous at school?

  Fu Fengcheng looked at her and sighed, "You really don't intend to be responsible."

  I take the responsibility of your uncle!

  "You are more frivolous than me." Leng Sa said confidently. She is a little lustful, but the surname Fu is not a gentleman. Everyone is even, right?

   are adults, what innocent play do you have?

  Fu Dashao is more upright and confident than she, "You are my wife, what's weird about me being frivolous? Are you weird if I'm not frivolous?"

"I……"

  Fu Fengcheng raised his eyebrows, "What does Madam want to say?"

   Leng Sa took a deep breath, staring at the man sitting in front of him, "Fu Fengcheng, are you kidding me?"

   "Madam misunderstood." Fu Fengcheng said with a smile flashing under his eyes.

  Leng Sa's eyes rolled slightly, one hand was placed on his shoulder, and he smiled and said: "You want me to be responsible?"

  Fu Fengcheng stared sideways at her white fingers that fell slowly on her shoulders, "I think... the relationship with the lady should be changed. What does the lady think?"

  The white fingertips gently opened his shirt, revealing a flat chest, and there is still a vague red mark on the neck, which is really pretty to eat.

   "I remember, I seem to have said... I lack femininity, should I learn from Miss Zheng?"

Fu Fengcheng stretched out her hand to hold her messy hand on her body, without changing her expression, "Madam is not only beautiful and charming, but also a combination of civil and military skills. This is the temperament that a woman in the new era should have." As long as her face is thick enough, The mouth owe in the past will not affect me.

Leng Sa didn’t care about the hand he was holding. The other hand had already climbed onto his handsome face. He even got up and gently dropped a kiss on the scar in the corner of his eye. Really reluctant. But... I have a question."

   Fu Fengcheng looked at her, "What?"

   Leng Sa whispered, "Rumor...huh?" Lord Leng is not a shy and innocent girl, nor is she daring, she is not sure whether Fu Dashao will do it. After all, Young Master Fu stopped first by himself last time. What if that... isn't everyone embarrassed?

  Adults are very face-conscious.

  But Fu Dashao mentioned it now, so of course he has to ask clearly.

   Although her profession and hobbies are a bit different, her hobbies in this area are absolutely normal and common, and she has no unconventional ideas.

  Of course, Fu Fengcheng knew what she was talking about. After all, it was not the first time he heard this rumor.

  It’s just that the words came out of Leng Sa’s mouth...In fact, they didn’t say it, and it felt very strange.

  Especially this woman is half-leaning in his arms now.

   "Madam want to try it?" Fu Fengcheng asked in a low voice.

   "Okay." Leng Sa smiled with some interest. After killing the Quartet last night, that bit of wine really still couldn't relax completely and the spirit was still a bit excited.

   Fu Fengcheng gave a low laugh, and stretched out his hand to pull the person directly into his arms.

  In the bedroom in the afternoon, the door is closed tightly.

  There was no one in the spacious bedroom, separated by a wall, but there was a blushing sound inside.

  Through the hollow partition wall, two figures are entangled ambiguously in the half-hanging bed curtain.

  Xia Weian stepped into the small courtyard and saw Lan Jing sitting outside the study with a book immersed in her study.

  Lan Jing raised her head when she heard the footsteps, and saw Xia Wei hurriedly say hello, "Adjutant Xia, good afternoon."

  Xia Wei'an nodded slightly, "Madam Young is in the study?"

  Lan Jing shook her head, "Is Adjutant Xia okay? Young Master and Madam Da Young are still taking a lunch break."

  Xia Wei'an raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon. Even if the young and old take a lunch break, they should get up at one and a half at most.

   "Anything with Adjutant Xia? I'll report it to you?" Lan Jing asked curiously.

  Actually, Xia Wei'an and Xu Shaoming usually don’t need to report when they come to see the youngest, but it is still different if the youngest and youngest wife are in the bedroom.

Xia Wei'an shook his head and said: "It's not a big deal, please pass this to the young man." Said Xia Wei'an handed over the documents in his hand, anyway, it is not a big and urgent matter. Wait.

  Xia Wei'an was not surprised that Fu Fengcheng's work and rest were obviously different from usual. After all, the physical condition of the young and old is also different from before.

   "Okay, no problem." Lan Jing smiled and nodded, and took the document Xia Wei'an handed over. "Is there anything Adjutant Xia would like to tell you?"

  Xia Wei'an shook his head and turned to bid farewell, watching Xia Wei'an leave, Lan Jing shook his head and turned around and put the files in Leng Sa's study first, and prepared to give him the documents after he got up.

  Returning to the door of the study to pick up the book, Lan Jing couldn't help but look up at the sky.

  Today, the young and the young slept long enough, is it really too hard last night? Then don't bother for now, anyway, it seems that there is really nothing going on today. Lan Jing thought silently in her heart, and soon became immersed in the book in her hand again.

  The two people in the room were not asleep at this time.

  Leng Sa lay lazily on Fu Fengcheng's broad and flat chest, with the scars of his fingers stroking his chest every single time.

  Fu Fengcheng leaned against the bed and looked down at the person in his arms. His hair was scattered, because there were still some messy strands of sweat clinging to his forehead and cheeks. The original white jade face was also stained with a faint blush at this time, and it looked more charming and moving, and it was completely different from the usual heroic appearance.

Looking up at Fu Fengcheng's deep eyes, Leng Sa chuckled and said, "I am not to blame. Who made you forget that your injury was cut open not long ago?" Of course, she also accidentally forgot. But she can't be blamed for this.

   Fu Fengcheng snorted softly, without speaking. It's just that slender fingers caressed her smooth back carelessly, coldly got up and leaned into his ear and laughed in a low voice, "Actually, I don't mind..."

   Fu Fengcheng glanced at her lightly, "Don’t think about it."

   snorted coldly, then lay back lazily, "Then you can't blame me."

  Fu Fengcheng turned over and occupied the top, staring at her condescendingly and said, "It will be well soon."

   Leng Sa felt that this was a bit bad, "Actually... it doesn’t have to be that fast."

   "No, I can't wait." Fu Fengcheng whispered.

   Leng Sa’s eyes flickered, "Your injury..." Hearing Fu Fengcheng's words meant that the injury has been cured?

  Fu Fengcheng didn't answer, but bowed his head and directly blocked what she wanted to say.

  The originally calm room was once again plunged into fire.

  This dog man, let him not speak well!

  　 Khan, this kind of little plot is more troublesome than the plot, the update is late

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)