Being a Lady of an Influential Family

Although neither Fu Fengcheng nor Fu Yucheng participated in the auction last night, the Zhaoying Sword fell into Fu Fengcheng's hands smoothly.

Leng Sa was about to take a nap when Lan Jing came to tell the warlord to send the Zhaoying Sword. Leng Sa, who was about to sleep well because of the hard work yesterday, immediately jumped up from the bed, didn't even bother to change clothes, ran to the door and hugged the sword back.

This photo is indeed something that can be regarded as a family heirloom by the Fu family, and it is indeed a rare and famous sword. It has a history of thousands of years, but because it has been used by people, even though no one has used it since modern times, it has been maintained frequently, and the whole sword is still bright and sharp.

She was so excited, Fu Fengcheng naturally couldn't sleep. Sitting up from the bed, looking at Leng Sa gesticulating with the sword, he said, "It seems Madam likes it very much?"

Leng Sa smiled and said, "It's not bad, this sword... The Fu family didn't seem to take pictures, did they? You didn't just rob Hong Tianci's treasure house, did you?"

Not only was the sword not photographed, but Leng Sa even wondered whether Hong Tianci's bunch of treasures had fallen into Fu Fengcheng's hands whether they were photographed or not. To her question, First Young Master Fu, who was sitting on the bed in a thin long gown, replied naturally: "Of course not."

Leng Sa raised her head in surprise, "Give it back to Hong Gang?" Yan Guo does not pluck his hair, which is not in line with Young Master Fu's behavior style.

Fu Fengcheng said: "The two important treasures will be brought back to the government and will be sent to the Museum of the Six Southern Provinces. The sold ones will naturally be taken away by the guests. The Hong Gang voluntarily donated all the income to the Six Southern Provinces. There are still some that have not had time to be auctioned off. Things, Wei Changxiu, Long Yue, Xiao Yiran each picked a few as souvenirs, Madam can also pick two if she likes."

Leng Sa was speechless for a while, did Hong Gang dare not volunteer? If the former gang leader of his family made such a big deal, it would be a blessing if the Hong gang didn't get wiped out. Even the real bandits probably wouldn't be as professional as Fu Dujun.

"I think that even if Hong Tianci is not caught and won't be terminally ill, he won't be able to live for a few days." She was so angry that if the treasures that her family had accumulated in several lifetimes were divided up like this, she would be so angry that she would die with the other party.

I imitated the ancient swordsman holding the dagger and gesticulating in front of me a few times, and instantly felt that I was much more heroic.

But it's true that swords are not popular now, and such a daily equipment will definitely become the focus of everyone's attention, not to mention that she doesn't know how to use swords at all.

Raising his hand to caress the vividly inscribed little fox under the sword hilt, Leng Sa couldn't help but glared at it fiercely.

But when she thought about it, the guy she really wanted to stare at had been dead for hundreds of years, and suddenly felt empty and boring in her heart.

Sure enough, Master Leng has the longest life, so I'll go to your graves to play disco!

Fu Fengcheng looked at her suddenly disappointed expression, and stretched out his hand towards her. Leng Sa thought that he wanted to see it too, so she handed over the sword. Fu Fengcheng took the sword with one hand and put it on the bedside table, and held her finger stroking the sword with one hand, "Be careful not to cut your hand." This is indeed an ancient sword, but its sharpness is three points better than modern daggers .

Leng Sa sighed softly, and sat down on the edge of the bed a little 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 short sword anymore, so we can only show it."

"I'll ask someone to find you a good knife later." Fu Fengcheng said.

Seeing his serious face, Leng Sa immediately relaxed a lot, "I am average in skill, so I don't need to be so serious."

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

"Are you complimenting me?" Leng Sa blinked, knelt on the edge of the bed and stared at Fu Fengcheng.

Fu Fengcheng said: "Could it be that my boast was too subtle, Madam didn't hear it?"

It's cryptic enough, but fortunately Master Leng is smart.

Fu Fengcheng said: "Since Madam has accepted the gift, let's continue discussing the business."

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

"last night……"

As soon as he uttered two words, Leng Sa rushed over and covered his mouth. Fu Fengcheng raised his eyebrows lightly and did not make a sound, just staring at Leng Sa steadfastly. Leng Sa coughed slightly in embarrassment and put down her hands, "Um...it's my fault for drinking too much and being crazy. I apologize. Can we stop talking about this issue?"

"No." Fu Fengcheng flatly refused.

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

Fu Fengcheng said: "Since we got married, my wife has been belittling me several times but she has shirked her responsibility..." Apparently, First Young Master Fu really felt that he was at a disadvantage.

and many more! What do you mean I've been frivolous to you several times? !

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, and the second time you fell asleep at night, this can't be counted as one time, it is often. The third time was in the room last time... On the ground... and..."

"Wait! Wait!" Leng Sa was angry, who was frivolous and frivolous at school, please figure it out?

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

I bear your uncle's responsibility!

"You've treated me lightly too." Leng Sa said confidently, she was a little lecherous, but the person surnamed Fu was not a gentleman. Let's even it out, shall we?

We're all adults, what's the point of playing with innocence?

Young Master Fu was more confident than her, "You are my wife, why is it strange that I treat you lightly? Is it strange that I don't treat you lightly?"

"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 her, "Fu Fengcheng, are you kidding me?"

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

Leng Sa rolled her eyes slightly, put one hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "You want me to be responsible?"

Fu Fengcheng turned his face slightly and stared at her white fingers that were slowly sliding down on his shoulder, "I think... the relationship with Madam should be changed. Madam, what do you think?"

His white fingertips gently opened the front of his clothes, revealing a flat chest, and there was still a faint red mark on his neck, which was really pretty.

"I remember, the young master seemed to say... I lack femininity, should I learn from Miss Zheng?"

Fu Fengcheng stretched out his hand to hold her hand that was making trouble on him, without changing his face, he said, "Madam is not only beautiful and charming, but also has both civil and military skills. This is the temperament that women in the new era should have." As long as they are thick-skinned, The bad words of the past don't affect me.

Leng Sa didn't care about the hand he was holding, and the other hand had already climbed onto his handsome face, and even stood up and gently kissed the scar at the corner of his eye, "I don't want such a handsome face, Young Master!" I'm so sorry. But... I have a question."

Fu Fengcheng looked at her, "What?"

Leng Sa whispered, "Rumors... huh?" Master Leng is not a shy and innocent girl, nor is she lustful or courageous, it's simply that she is not sure whether Young Master Fu can do it or not. After all, Young Master Fu himself stopped first last time, what if... Isn't it embarrassing for everyone?

Adults are very shameless.

But Young Master Fu brought it up now, of course he had to ask clearly.

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

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

It's just that these words came out of Leng Sa's mouth...in fact, they didn't say it, and it felt extraordinarily weird.

Especially this woman is half in his arms at the moment.

"Madam, do you want to try?" Fu Fengcheng asked in a hoarse voice.

"Okay." Leng Sa smiled happily. After killing the Quartet last night, the drink still can't completely relax the spirit and still feel a little excited.

Fu Fengcheng gave a low laugh, stretched out his hand and pulled the man into his arms.

In the bedroom in the afternoon, the door was closed.

In the spacious bedroom, there was no one outside and silence across a wall, but there was a blushing voice from inside.

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

Xia Wei'an stepped into the small courtyard and saw Lan Jing sitting outside the study with a book buried in her head.

Hearing footsteps, Lan Jing looked up and saw Xia Wei hurriedly greeted, "Adjutant Xia, good afternoon."

Xia Wei'an nodded slightly, "The eldest young lady is in the study?"

Lan Jing shook her head, "Is Adjutant Xia okay? The young master and his wife are still on their 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 eldest and youngest usually take a lunch break, it is time to get up at half past one at the most.

"Is Adjutant Xia okay? Shall I inform you?" Lan Jing asked curiously.

In fact, Xia Wei'an and Xu Shaoming don't need to notify the young master when they come to see the young master, but it is still different when the young master and the young lady are in the bedroom.

Xia Wei'an shook his head and said: "It's not a big deal, just pass it on to the young master." Xia Wei'an handed over the document in his hand, anyway, it's not an urgent matter, since the young master hasn't gotten up yet, just wait wait.

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

"Okay, no problem." Lan Jing nodded with a smile, and took the document Xia Wei'an handed over, "Does Adjutant Xia have anything to say to the young master?"

Xia Wei'an shook his head and turned to say goodbye, watching Xia Wei'an leave, Lan Jing shook his head and turned around to put the document in Leng Sa's study, ready to give it to him after the elder and younger 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.

The young master and the young lady slept long enough today, could it be that it was really too hard last night? Then don't bother me for now, anyway, it seems that there is really nothing to do today. Lan Jing thought silently in her heart, and soon immersed herself 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, stroking the scar on his chest with his fingers.

Fu Fengcheng leaned against the bed and looked down at the person in his arms. His long hair was disheveled, and there were still a few wisps of sweat clinging to his forehead and cheeks. The face that was originally fair and jade-like was also stained with a faint blush at this time, making it look more charming and charming, completely different from the usual heroic appearance.

Looking up at Fu Fengcheng's deep eyes, Leng Sa smiled and said: "It's not my fault. Who made you forget that your wound was cut open not long ago?" Of course she forgot accidentally, But it can't be her fault.

Fu Fengcheng snorted lightly, but did not speak. It was just caressing her smooth back with slender fingers carelessly, Leng Sa got up and leaned into his ear and whispered, "Actually, I don't mind..."

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

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

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

Leng Sa felt that this was a bit unkind, "Actually... it doesn't have to be so fast."

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

Leng Sa's eyes flickered slightly, "Your injury..." Listening to Fu Fengcheng's words, it means that the injury has already been cured?

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

The originally peaceful room once again fell into heat.

Will this dog man let people talk properly?

Khan, this kind of story with no plot is actually more troublesome than going through the plot, the update is late