Fairy, I really am a villain!

This was a sturdy man with dark skin and a body as strong as an iron tower. He had a scar on his face, looked scary when he smiled, and had the temperament of an executioner.

Hearing this, Yang Tianxiu waved his sleeves and said with a smile:

"Come here, hurry up and bring everything to me. If you neglect our distinguished guests, I won't forgive you!"

At the command, all kinds of precious dishes were soon served to form the Manchu-Han banquet.

Yuwen Di also understood what he meant, and knew that Yang Tianxiu was not doing this to watch a man eat, so he immediately got straight to the point:

"I kidnapped several servants from the old palace. They came with me to the capital and are now housed in a courtyard."

"how do I say this?"

"Why do you have to test me, little minister?" Yuwen Di licked his lips and grinned, "You should have known long ago that Fang Xingyun is the romantic wandering swordsman, the chivalrous knight who was supposed to die in Dingjun."

This statement was like thunder in the sky. Yang Tianxiu immediately sat up straight, his eyes shining with brilliance as he asked, "Can the people you brought with you identify him?"

"Of course, they are all old people working in the palace. They are not the kind of long-term workers who have only worked for a year or two. One of them even saw Wang Ningzhu feeding him medicine with his own eyes."

"Good, good!" Yang Tianxiu clapped his hands and laughed, "Brother Yuwen really brought me great news!"

Yuwen Di chuckled and asked, "Do you know why he concealed his identity?"

"Hidden clumsiness."

"It's also for self-protection. Feng Liujian's cultivation is well known. If we leave him alone, he will definitely achieve the state of outer realm in two years. So far, the main branch of Fang Jiaguang has three outer realms: Fang Tianyu, Fang Qingxiao, and Fang Xingyun. The latter two are newcomers with promising futures!

Little Taifu, do you think others can tolerate them?"

"No wonder," Yang Tianxiu was somewhat surprised, "That's why he faked his death in Dingjun to escape, and came to Shendu to seek proof of the Mysterious Passage. This beast has a good plan."

If the matter of the three foreign branches of the Fang family were to be exposed, the result would be either Fang Xingyun would be crippled from his martial arts and sent out of the capital, living in hiding; or Fang Qingxiao would marry someone else. In any case, these three closest relatives would definitely be torn apart.

"It's a pity that I found it too late." He sighed in his heart.

If he had discovered Fang Xingyun's identity earlier, he would have known that he was on good terms with the Wang family and possessed a book of considerable power. He would have been prepared at the wedding banquet and would not have ended up like this.

"So, what does Xiao Taifu want to do?"

"No hurry," Yang Tianxiu snorted and laughed meaninglessly, raising his glass, "But you guys, are you ready to completely offend the Wang family?

The royal party is now particularly powerful in the court. You bring these witnesses here. If you succeed in this case, you will never stop fighting them from now on."

"Ha, because of the marriage, we have long had no room for maneuver with the Wang family," Yuwen Di turned the wine glass over, "I want to see if the so-called Wang party will scatter after experiencing this."

"It's really interesting that a person who is extremely close to the sect has sneaked into the core leadership of the family..."

Ding!

The two of them clinked their glasses lightly and smiled at each other.

In order to "protect" Fang Qingxiao, he did not hesitate to commit the crime of deceiving the emperor, and the result might also drag down a large number of people headed by Wang Wenxuan.

...What a deep love between siblings.

Thinking of this, Yang Tianxiu couldn't help but sneer. Looking out the window again, he found that even the noisy crowd seemed pleasing to the eye.

"Stir it up, stir it up. It's the New Year and it needs to be lively."

Chapter 387 Why don’t you resist?

No matter who you are, the Chinese New Year is generally a lively time.

People are busy preparing New Year's dishes, wearing new clothes, writing red couplets, and pasting various New Year pictures inside and outside the house... There is no curfew in the capital, but now that it is a festival, lights are on everywhere all night long to make people forget all their worries.

However, for the people living in Fang's house, each of them has some "regrets" in their hearts to a greater or lesser extent.

At this time, the snow had just stopped. A large copper boiler was placed in the yard. A billowing white smoke rose from it, and the fragrance was fragrant.

There are several square tables surrounding the hot pot, on which are placed plates of prepared ingredients, such as pork and beef offal, tofu dumplings, and various vegetables. Some of them are even salted, so they can basically be eaten just by boiling them in the pot.

After sorting and rearranging the ingredients, Jiang Xingchu sat on the high stool beside the table, holding his cheek with one hand, watching the figures busy in the kitchen, his eyes slightly red and a little unwilling.

To her, the New Year holidays in the past were no different from an ordinary day. Her mother, as the Palace Master, would not care. Occasionally, elders like Tianquan would symbolically give her a red envelope, or allow her to take a day off from her practice.

But there was no real feeling of a festival. Jiang Xingchu had never experienced it like the kids in the valley setting off firecrackers and visiting temple fairs.

During this trip to Shendu, Fang took her to go boating on the lake, visited the night market, and visited almost every place in Shendu;

We prepared the New Year's Eve dinner together, and stayed up together, listening to the street bells ringing in the third and fifth hours...

Jiang Xingchu was actually very happy, the only flaw was——

It would be nice if there weren't so many people, alas.

"I'm going to help, don't follow me." Sighing, she got down from the stool and said to Wang Ningzhu who was also in a daze at the table.

The latter nodded slightly.

After working together and getting along with each other for the past few days, everyone reached a consensus that Miss Wang should not be allowed into the kitchen because she was doing too much harm.

Not long after Jiang Xingchu left.

Looking at the billowing steam, Wang Ningzhu's eyes were empty, and he also sighed in the same way:

"Ugh."

The time spent in the capital was undoubtedly happy, but it was very different from what she had originally imagined.

"It is said in the storybook that an ugly daughter-in-law will be made difficult by her parents-in-law, such as various etiquettes of serving tea, but I have only met the Marquis of Xuanping a few times."

However, Wang Ningzhu could see that he had his own difficulties, so he never brought it up, and just felt sorry for his careful preparations.

Look at what she has done during this period?

A lot of time was spent fighting wits and courage with the vixen, and she felt ashamed just thinking about it; but then she changed her mind and felt that this was something normal women would do, and it was very "feminine", so she felt a little better.

Seeing Fang Xiwen coming out of the kitchen carrying a large basin and sweating profusely, she stood up and walked over, took out her embroidered handkerchief and wiped it for him.

"Thanks, I'll be done with it in a minute."

"I'm sorry, I can't help you..."

"It has helped a lot." Fang Xiwen put down the basin, took the handkerchief and wiped himself, then looked at the results of his hard work for half a day in the yard.

He saw boiling water in the hot pot, fresh ingredients neatly arranged, and the sound of firecrackers coming one after another all around... He had a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling.

He has experienced similar scenarios many times.

The Spring Festival Gala was still interesting back then. The big color TV at home was on from morning to night, and the same few commercials were played over and over again... These fragments of memory were originally very vivid, but now they have become blurred and replaced by something else.

Looking closely, it was Luo Ting's enthusiastic family of four, the girls surrounding him now, real and true.

...One day, even the traces of those memories will disappear.

Seeing that he seemed to be in a daze, Jiang Xingchu stepped forward and straightened his clothes for him, "What are you thinking about? You look so happy."

"I thought of you, and them too."

"...It's okay to tell a lie, but can you just leave out the second half?"

"I was inspired by this. It couldn't be more true," Fang Xiwen smiled, put the last dish of ingredients on the table, and waved his sleeves, "Let's eat!"

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...

After everyone took their seats, the sound of ingredients being thrown into the boiling water almost never stopped.

Because everyone had different thoughts and was not very enthusiastic about the food in front of them, only one person was so pure and straightforward from beginning to end -

“Mmmmm (Xiwen, help me put it out)!”

Luo Qingni still had food stuffed in her mouth, but her eyes were fixed on the plate next to her. Her little hands kept directing him to pour the ingredients down, and then she would scoop them up to eat.

Fang Xiwen did as he was told.

Although he moved quickly, the little glutton ate even faster.

The spicy half of this shabu-shabu hotpot has never been empty, and the ingredients are constantly being eaten, replenished, and eaten again.

During this time, Wang Ningzhu wanted to change the taste, so he poured a bowl of beef offal from his side. As a result, before he knew it, the freshly cooked meat was scooped out cleanly.

"Just eat the soup honestly," Jiang Xingchu couldn't help laughing, raised his chopsticks and pointed, "If you want to eat spicy food, just get a small dish to dip it in the sauce. It's too difficult to snatch food from a tiger's mouth."

"Thanks for the reminder," Wang Ningzhu shook her head helplessly, "She eats too much. If this continues, Xiwen won't have time to eat and will just be busy working for her."

"I'm used to it. It was like this the last time I went to her house." Fang Xiwen interjected.

Jiang Xingchu's eyes turned slightly, and he moved a stool to sit next to him, chuckling:

"In that case, I'll have to feed you. Brother Xiwen, open your mouth~"

"what--"

"It's dumplings, be careful, it's hot, whoosh..."

Soon, it turned into a sweet scene of you feeding me and me feeding you. Jiang Xingchu was agile and kissed him directly when he opened his mouth.

"It's dessert after dinner~"

Seeing that the witch looked so triumphant, Wang Ningzhu was left out in the cold. Even the food and wine he ate no longer enjoyed.

Fortunately, Fang Xiwen noticed her quickly, stopped what he was doing, and said seriously: "Qingni, you can do it yourself from now on. I also need to eat."

"Okay," Luo Qingni burped, then looked up and found that several people were looking at her. Her face flushed, "I, I usually don't act like this in the mountain gate..."

"..."

After all, the little glutton was thin-skinned, and after this, his eating movements became much more restrained, and Fang Xiwen was finally able to relax.

After eating for a while, he thought for a while, took out a jar of low-proof wine from the mustard ring, and smiled at Miss Wang:

"Ningzhu, would you like to drink with me?"

"Okay, no one is allowed to practice martial arts, let's see who gets drunk first."

Wang Ningzhu readily agreed, and went with him to the small table next to them, and took out two large bowls.

Seeing Fang Xiwen was about to pour her some wine, she immediately snatched the jar of wine, glared at him in reproach, then leaned over and poured him a full bowl.

"Why do you care about these things in your own home?"

"There is no order without rules. Even a family should have its own rules, let alone such a 'big' family."

After secretly mocking him, Wang Ningzhu picked up the bowl and drank from it. The wine flowed down her neck to her front. She wiped her chin and her cheeks turned red visibly.

She felt a little tipsy, and when she saw Fang Xiwen looking at her, she snorted softly: