The cold young master's exquisite wife

Yan Wei'er carried the hem of her skirt that was mopping the floor, and stepped up the stairs step by step.Every time she took a step, she casually glanced at the various settings of the inn, everything else was as usual, it was nothing more than luxury, the place Feng Chuyang chose would not be too bad.

But there is a scene that is very interesting. She is condescending and sees an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, accompanied by her mother, who is practicing calligraphy.Her calligraphy is very beautiful, but still does not meet the mother's requirements, so the mother is still chattering on the sidelines.

This scene cannot be seen in the lobby. The counter is very high, and the mother and daughter are hiding behind the counter. Only from the perspective of Yan Weier, one needs to be very careful to notice it.

Yan Wei'er suddenly had a flash of inspiration, a problem that had troubled her for several months, suddenly had a solution.

In the past few months, she had nothing to do, seeing that Xiao Wu was talented and taught him whatever he thought of.Those two attendants were also extremely bored, they were locked in the courtyard all day, they didn't have to do anything, and they also dragged Xiao Wu to teach him kung fu.

Although the two attendants were suddenly restrained last time, they were somewhat careless, but their kung fu is not weak, even if they are not top-notch, they still have their advantages.It's not good to protect Madam, which made them feel angry. Fortunately, Madam hasn't been tortured by Feng Chuyang too much, so they feel relieved.

Xiao Wuyi suddenly became the busiest person.He is also studying medicine, piano, and kung fu, scattered and half-knowledgeable.Those who teach are half a bucket of water, and those who are taught are half a bucket of water and half a bucket of water.

But Xiao Wu really puts his heart into it, often getting up early and going to bed late.He started late, so naturally he worked harder than others.The most painful thing was Yan Weier teaching him how to read and write.

Yan Wei'er said: "If you don't know how to read, how will you be able to understand those whole volumes of medical science books in the future?"

He was forced to do nothing, so Xiao Wu studied hard, even if he knew how to read, Yan Weier was a person who demanded perfection, so he even asked him to write.The brush is soft, and it always looks like a caterpillar is crawling when it is written.This is the most troublesome thing for Xiao Wu.

Not long after Yan Wei'er entered the room, she had a short rest, and asked Jasmine to call Xiao Wu to whisper in her ear, and then said to Jasmine, "Study ink, practice calligraphy."

Xiao Wu took a deep breath and began to practice calligraphy. As soon as he picked up the pen, he heard Yan Wei'er's stern voice: "The posture of holding the pen is not right, no wonder the writing is so ugly."

Xiao Wu kept silent, buried his head, and the hand holding the pen began to tremble.

Yan Wei'er's voice was crisper and brighter: "What's your attitude? You're still not happy to tell me a few words?"

At the same time, Jasmine took out a stack of rice paper from the accompanying box, all of which were the calligraphy practiced by Xiao Wu before, and laid out a table.

In the words practiced, there is Xiaowu's name: Nie Xiaowu.And the name Yan Weier later gave him: Nie Yin.Or there are some medical nouns, and there are many poems.

At this time, Xiao Wu was writing down a poem written by Yan Weier seriously, and wrote twenty or thirty pieces in one breath, all of which were scolded by Yan Weier.

The scolding startled Feng Chuyang.Feng Chuyang paced over and stood in front of the door, which was open.He hesitated for a moment, then walked in.Yan Wuchen only dared to stand respectfully at the door, not daring to enter.

Yan Wei'er's face turned green with anger: "After so many times of writing, you still can't remember the posture of holding the pen. Obviously sometimes the posture is correct, and the written words are decent. It's back to its original appearance, you're going to piss me off, aren't you?"

Xiao Wu's tears were about to fall from the scolding, but a good man couldn't cry easily, so he could only hold back, and said aggrievedly: "I don't know how it happened..."

The more Yan Weier spoke, the more angry she became. In front of Feng Chuyang, she seemingly casually grabbed a stack of papers on the table, and threw them out of the window with all her strength.

Those papers fluttered and fluttered, all fell on the street, and were picked up by passing pedestrians.Those who have good things have already read it out of shaking their heads, especially scholars and scholars, their favorite is this kind of pink sex, looking straight at the back of the young lady standing by the window.

The young lady occasionally turned her face away to reveal a profile, which was stunning and dazzing, and a glimpse of it made people's eyes straighten.

Yan Wei'er was still complaining, but in the end, she simply asked Jasmine to invite the mother and daughter downstairs to the room.

From the beginning to the end, Feng Chuyang didn't say a word, just stood quietly aside, seeing Yan Weier throwing a stack of papers out of the window, he remained calm, and glanced slightly at Yan Wuchen who was standing at the door, The latter disappeared through the door.

Feng Chuyang looked at Xiao Wu's handwriting, crooked.He picked up the fan post written by Yan Weier, and saw the beautiful handwriting on it, the brush strokes were brilliant, and the words were like the person, with a clear spirit:

Not in my hometown but in a foreign land, exhausted lovesickness.Worried about the window, think carefully.I laugh at the moon and become crazy.

This is a poem, probably a work of lovesickness about the love between men and women.Feng Chuyang has never studied poetry, unlike his eldest brother Feng Chulie, the prince of the East Palace, who is obsessed with talent and has no heart for the country.

He doesn't care, a talented woman like Yan Wei'er likes this tune so much.Seeing that Yan Wei'er was still flushed with anger, he couldn't help laughing. It's really not good for women to be too idle, and even other people's children have to be disciplined.

"Miss Wei, why do you need to be serious?" Feng Chuyang persuaded: "He is a farm boy who has been displaced since he was a child. He can't even eat enough to eat. How can he write? How can he write in such a short time? Meet your requirements? In this way, you criticize yourself and criticize others."

Xiao Wu looked at Feng Chuyang with kind eyes for the first time, and then lowered his head embarrassingly.

Yan Wei'er threw the brush on the table again, and the wet ink splashed all over Feng Chuyang: "It's boring to death, if you don't teach him things, it will be even more boring." Arrogant and arrogant, it seems that he blames him for not having time to accompany her ?

Feng Chuyang felt a pang in his heart, and said softly: "Of course you won't be bored when you get to the capital, you can do whatever you want."

Yan Wei'er didn't reply, she was both happy and angry.

At this time, the shopkeeper's wife and daughter had already been brought into the room, and hurriedly bowed to the distinguished wife. With such a big scene, the owner who booked the entire inn must be either rich or noble.

Yan Wei'er approached that well-behaved little girl, and gently raised her pink face with her slender fingers: "What's the little girl's name?"

"My name is Pearl." She replied childishly with her bright eyes open.

"Come on, come over and write a few words, write them to this brother, and be angry with him. Pearl is so small, she can write well..." Yan Wei'er said, and gave Xiao Wu another hard look.She took the template and asked Pearl to write it down.

Feng Chuyang laughed, turned around and left the room.

Yan Wuchen, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, handed over the few pieces of paper he asked for from passers-by on the street to Feng Chuyang.

Feng Chuyang read each sheet carefully, except for the poem, there was no other mark, it was all Xiao Wu's crooked handwriting.He let go of his heart, and secretly blamed himself for having too much heart, and everything is like a weapon.

A woman who is abandoned by her husband and slowly gets care elsewhere is the easiest way to breed love.When he arrives in the capital, he will love her even more, and winning her heart is the highest state.

Along the way, Xiao Wu was a doormat. He was often scolded by Yan Wei'er, but he didn't dare to say anything. Fortunately, Feng Chuyang often said good things for him, which made him gradually feel grateful.

I have arrived at Mukou, and in two days, I will arrive in Kyoto.

Just as he rested in the inn, Xiao Wu was scolded again.Feng Chuyang had to try to persuade him again. He didn't really want to help Xiao Wu, but because of this, he could get closer to Miss Wei, talk a little more, and have a common topic. on this errand.

Yan Weier's face darkened: "Feng Chuyang, you are a majestic prince, you can't write anywhere! Come and write a few pages for him, and let him see how men write."

Feng Chuyang was used to hearing her call her by her first name, so he didn't take it seriously. Thinking about it, the beauty's talk was all about this, and he couldn't touch her face, so he picked up a pen to write, and just as he was about to write, he Frowning: "How do you write and write, just this poem?"

"This song is not well written, so I will keep writing until it is finished." Yan Weier did not change her expression, and pointed at Feng Chuyang: "Write!"

Feng Chuyang was blinded by her imposing manner for a moment, completely forgetting that he was a dignified prince, holding military power, controlling the government, giving advice to the country, and obediently began to write.

Yan Wei'er's ability to criticize is first-rate, and she actually taught Feng Chuyang calligraphy. This stroke is a bit wrong, and that stroke can be better. In short, Feng Chuyang wrote several pages in a row.

Finally satisfied, he held it in front of Xiao Wu arrogantly, "See, it looks like a man's handwriting!"

Feng Chuyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, although he hadn't been here since he was a child, there were so many rules in the palace, his eyes were fixed on him.This prince, that prince, who knows this well, this is something that must be done like eating and sleeping.Although his handwriting is not as good as that of his elder brother Feng Chulie, he is still considered the best among the other princes.

When the nobleman arrives, the boss will naturally greet and serve him personally.At this time, the boss with a friendly face came in and carefully asked the distinguished guest when to eat.

Yan Wei'er was obviously in a good mood, and said with a smile, "Boss, do you know who this handsome and handsome man standing in front of you is?" as if showing off some kind of capital.

She stands with him, and his status is prominent, so she will be highly respected.A woman's small mind is nothing more than this.

Feng Chuyang smiled and didn't take it seriously, seeing her cute and naive, even such small thoughts were not vulgar, but she was frank and cute.

"The villain is stupid." The boss saluted humbly.

"It's okay to tell you, this is the famous third prince Feng Chuyang." Yan Wei'er was still smiling, with a pink luster on her spring-bright face.

Feng Chuyang didn't stop her from reporting her name, it was already outside the capital, his territory, and she wasn't afraid that Ji Lianbienuo would settle accounts with him, but he was afraid that he wouldn't come.

The boss's legs softened, and he kowtowed again and again, scolding himself for not being able to see things clearly.

Yan Weier brightly said: "Get up." He took a copybook of Feng Chuyang and said, "This is for you, and quickly frame it. This is the authentic work of the third prince Feng. Spread the word, and your inn will be well-known." The world." After she finished speaking, she smiled to herself, as bright as a peony in full bloom.

Feng Chuyang smiled and went out with his hands behind his back.

Jasmine laughed lightly and said, "Boss, why don't you get up? Is it comfortable to kneel on the ground? I'll teach you a way to make money, frame this thing, invite a few singing girls to sing the libretto written by Third Prince Feng, and protect your inn." The business of the restaurant is booming, maybe one day, the emperor will give you a golden plaque."

The boss was overjoyed and kowtowed to the two girls to thank them.