Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 234 233 You Are Still Sensible

The two met eyes.

One person's pupils trembled and his hair stood on end; the other person's eyes were sleepy and his face was blurry.

Feng Xiuhu said, "I'm cold, don't grab the quilt."

Xiong Guiyuan nodded stiffly: "Okay."

Feng Xiuhu continued to sleep.

Xiong Guiyuan didn't dare to wake him up again, but there were some things she had to ask clearly.

She swallowed and gently poked Feng Xiuhu's face.

Feng Xiuhu opened his eyes: "What are you doing?"

Xiong Guiyuan forced a smile and said, "Um... should I burn a quilt for you?"

"What are you burning?"

Feng Xiuhu felt a little annoyed and came over to wrap Xiong Guiyuan and herself in the quilt together: "Let's squeeze in."

Leaning on Feng Xiuhu's chest, Xiong Guiyuan dared not move.

But after a while, when her mood gradually calmed down, she belatedly felt the warmth from Feng Xiuhu's body.

Xiong Guiyuan was stunned, and then she bravely put her ear close to it.

A strong heartbeat could be heard from within the chest.

A blush instantly covered her cheeks.

She felt her face burning hot. She threw off the quilt, sat up, and kicked Feng Xiuhu to the edge of the bed with all her strength.

Feng Xiuhu was very angry and asked her, "Are you going to sleep or not?"

Xiong Guiyuan pointed at him: "You—you you—"

She suddenly realized that she couldn't alarm others, so she gritted her teeth and suppressed her voice: "What's wrong with you?"

"What's going on..."

Feng Xiuhu muttered, pulled the quilt over him and continued to sleep. From under the quilt came his muffled voice: "Let's talk about everything after I wake up."

……

"Xiao Man, listen to me. No matter what you see later, don't get excited. You must stay calm."

Early in the morning, Xiong Guiyuan sent the housekeeper to invite Xiyaoer and Shunzi to her home, and ordered all the servants to leave, telling them not to come back before noon.

Shunzi, who was wearing the standard armor of the Holy Guard, looked at the wall clock from time to time - the wake was over, and today was his first day to officially take up his post in the church, and he was almost late.

On the sofa, Xiyaoer was drinking tea with Xiong Guiyuan in a graceful manner.

Feng Xiuhu's funeral had just passed, and Xi Yaoer was still wearing plain clothes.

But moving to a new house yesterday was a happy occasion after all, and the sadness in Xiyao'er's eyes was diluted a lot.

She put down the cup and smiled softly, "Sister Xiong, please stop keeping me in suspense. You've said it several times, and it's been a while, and a while has passed. Brother Shunzi can't wait any longer."

Xiong Guiyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's not up to me to decide. How would I know when he wakes up..."

Before he could finish his words, footsteps were heard on the stairs.

Everyone turned their heads.

Xi Yaoer asked doubtfully, "Are there guests at home?"

As soon as she arrived, she found that there were no servants in Xiong Guiyuan's house today. Then who was upstairs?
Xiong Guiyuan took a deep breath and looked solemn.

Xi Yaoer became more and more curious and looked over.

The man walked down the stairs, and the first thing that caught my eye was a pair of long hairy legs.

man?

Xi Yaoer's heart trembled, but she controlled her expression - there was a man in Xiong Guiyuan's house, and she shouldn't say too much.

Then came the voice of a man.

"Guiyuan, do you have breakfast? I woke up hungry."

Xiyaoer was stunned. The voice sounded so familiar.

Shunzi was also stunned - he is worthy of being the eldest brother, he is really elusive!

Finally, Feng Xiuhu, wearing only a pair of shorts, came down. Seeing the three people in the living room, he raised his hand as a greeting, then asked Xiong Guiyuan, "Are you switching from afternoon tea to morning tea? Do you have anything to eat?"

Shunzi picked up the plate of cookies on the table and handed it over: "Brother, these are freshly baked."

Feng Xiuhu picked up a piece, took a bite, and commented: "Dry."

Xiyaoer handed him the teacup blankly: "...Master?"

Feng Xiuhu took a sip and touched her hair: "You are still sensible."

Xiyao'er's tears immediately flowed down. She no longer cared about the etiquette Xiong Guiyuan had taught her. She hurriedly turned over from the sofa and jumped into Feng Xiuhu's arms: "Master!"

Feng Xiuhu quickly put down the teacup, supported her slender waist and buttocks with one hand, and held up her trouser waist with the other hand - the only protective gear was almost rubbed off by her.

Xi Yaoer hung on Feng Xiuhu and cried loudly, refusing to get down.

He ignored it for the moment and turned to look at Shunzi: "Aren't you going to work today?"

Shunzi pointed at Xiong Guiyuan and said, "She called me over."

Shunzi acted too calmly, and Xiong Guiyuan saw the clue: "Do you know he's not dead?"

Shunzi smiled innocently and said nothing.

Feng Xiuhu thought for a moment and said to Shunzi, "Then don't go. It's just right that you can go with me to the main hall to visit the prison later."

Xiong Guiyuan looked over again: "Whose prison are you visiting?"

Feng Xiuhu replied: "Konate Chen."

"what?"

Xiong Guiyuan opened her eyes wide. She felt that she could not keep up with the pace of the conversation between Feng Xiuhu and Shunzi.

This is the direct result of information asymmetry.

As an insider of the church, Shunzi obviously knew about this matter. He nodded and said, "Okay, then I will go to the temple and ask for leave from Guard Morgan."

Until the promotion order came down, he temporarily joined Morgan's team.

Feng Xiuhu said impatiently, "Why bother asking him for leave? He's too busy trying to coax you now."

Shunzi thought so too and kept silent.

Xi Yaoer was crying so hard that her snot and tears covered Feng Xiuhu's shoulders.

Feng Xiuhu felt disgusted and pulled her off him: "Stop crying, haven't you cried enough these past few days?"

Xi Yaoer burst into laughter, wiping her tears and saying, "As long as Master is alive, it's worth it even if I cry myself blind!"

Feng Xiuhu pinched her cheek and said, "I don't agree. You have to keep these eyes to settle the score for me."

"Ok!"

Xiyaoer nodded vigorously.

Xiong Guiyuan was also very happy.

Feng Xiuhu's return means that many things can return to normal, and Mao Hetao and the Wrench Gang are no longer a headache for her.

……

After a quick breakfast, Feng Xiuhu took Shunzi out.

Xi Yaoer was reluctant to leave and wanted to go along, but Feng Xiuhu distracted her with another matter.

He asked Xi Yaoer and Xiong Guiyuan to make a count of the officials and dignitaries in the upper city to find out which ones were die-hard fans of the church and which ones were die-hard fans of the temple; which ones seemed neutral but were actually leaning towards one side, and which ones seemed loyal but might be traitors.

Even if this job is given to Mike, it may not be done, but Xiong Guiyuan and Xiyaoer are the most suitable people.

Socializing with celebrities.

The information obtained from these ladies is mixed and chaotic, and may not even be authentic, but it is undeniable that they must have the most profound analysis of the relationship networks of major families.

But why did Feng Xiuhu investigate this?
Shunzi also had the same doubts: "Brother, what do you want to do?"

Feng Xiuhu said, "I will collect the offering silver in the upper city."

Now that you are ready to formally join the church, what is it called to pay offerings to the church?
This is only natural.

PS: It was Vadlajo’s plan to promote the conversion of the upper class to Christianity, and Feng Xiuhu was just going along with it.

(End of this chapter)