"Don't worry, I haven't finished talking yet!" An Yi continued, "There should be treasures in the so-called dragon veins, right? How about sharing them equally?"
Yun Zhinan was stunned.
Anyi waited for his answer.
In fact, Anyi doesn't want any treasures. She loves money, but she can spend it wisely and spend the hard-earned money earned with her own hands. Now, she just wants to give herself a reason to leave.
"Okay!" Yun Zhinan nodded. He naturally had his own plans in mind. No matter what, he wanted An Yi to leave Longcheng and Feng Qingchen first.
"Okay, deal!" An Yi raised his hand with satisfaction and high-fived Yun Zhinan, "Wait for me outside the city tomorrow!"
Yun Zhinan touched the painful hand. Was it so smooth? He thought he was going to reveal his biggest secret, but he didn't expect...
"What? Are you going to regret it?" An Yi narrowed her eyes and looked at him in a daze.
"No!" Yun Zhinan quickly came to his senses, "Then we have agreed that I will wait for you at Shuangjun Pavilion outside the city tomorrow!"
Anyi nodded.
Coming downstairs, An Yi took Chen Xiaowu and walked slowly along the river bank.
It has entered the twelfth lunar month. As the old man said, the twelfth lunar month marks the new year. Festive red lanterns have been hung on the streets of Longcheng and along the moat. Children are wearing thick cotton robes, holding lanterns in their hands and raising Catching the candy man, chasing and having fun.
An Yi was wearing a lotus-purple cloak with white fox fur, wrapping her little face, and snowflakes slowly started to fall in the sky.
An Yi stretched out her hand, and the crystal snowflakes fell on her hand and disappeared quickly.
Pulling himself together, An Yi got on the carriage and returned to the palace as if nothing had happened.
At this moment, in the study room of the palace, Xue Lingqiao was offering suggestions. He made a list for Feng Qingchen of all the ways to seduce women, comparing them one by one, and discussing the feasibility of them.
"Sir, Madam is back!" Leng Jiu, who was outside for a walk, came in and reported in a low voice.
Feng Qingchen immediately kneaded a pile of paper on the table and drove Xue Lingqiao away: "Okay, you can go back!"
Xue Lingqiao pursed her lips. Although she felt that Feng Qingchen was trying to burn bridges, it was better to stay away from such a perverted man!
Xue Lingqiao was about to walk out when she met An Yi.
"Second Senior Brother, are you leaving?" An Yi looked at Xue Lingqiao with a smile.
Xue Lingqiao nodded quickly.
"Second senior brother, I made pickled fish, do you want to try it?" An Yi asked again.
Xue Lingqiao was startled and couldn't help but sniff. Sure enough, there was an indescribable fragrance floating in the air accompanied by the cold wind. He swallowed intuitively, but when he looked back and saw Feng Qingchen's stinky face, he quickly put it away. Waving his hands: "No, no, I'll just go home and eat!"
"This pickled fish is my specialty, and you won't be able to find it even if you go back home!" An Yi pulled Xue Lingqiao forward, "If you don't try it, you won't have a chance!"
Xue Lingqiao wanted to refuse, but An Yi held his hand tightly. As he walked, he desperately gestured to Feng Qingchen behind him, pointing at An Yi with an innocent face, indicating that it was not of his own free will! Can't blame him!
Feng Qingchen narrowed his eyes coldly, full of anger.
At the dinner table, Xue Lingqiao was on pins and needles. Every time he picked up a piece of fish, he was stared at fiercely by the man opposite him. In the end, he could only turn to pickled vegetables. The man's gaze was still like a knife!
