After coming out of the imperial study room with a dejected head, Fang Zheng sighed heavily. This time he was really stealing chickens without losing rice. The one million taels of silver the prince gave had already been banned in the emperor's heart. If he had known, he would not have been smart. He would have told the emperor directly that this matter might leave him with a good impression of being upright. It would be much better than being kicked out in shame...

He looked up at the sky and was almost at the light. Fang Zheng hesitated for a while and ordered the carriage to carry him to the villa of Huapailou. He had not seen Yanran for many days, so he missed her. He suffered setbacks from the emperor today. Master Fang wanted to find some comfort in front of his woman.

Yanran was playing the piano, and a burning incense was burning in front of the table. The curling smoke rose, and Yanran's peerless face was reflected in the haze. Coupled with the beautiful piano sounds that seemed to flow from under her slender fingers, the whole picture was as beautiful as a fairy stroking songs for the Emperor of Heaven in the flowing clouds and sunsets, holy and solemn. Even ordinary people like Fang Zheng who knows nothing about music theory were demented.

"It's so beautiful!" Fang Zheng couldn't help but exclaim in his heart. Although he had already had skin ties with Yanran, Fang Zheng couldn't help but be fascinated by her again and again.

"I wonder what kind of beautiful scene she will play when she plays the flute?" Master Fang couldn't help but think a lot. As for what kind of musical instrument or organ the "flute" he was thinking in his heart, only he knew it.

After stroking the song, Fang Zheng stepped in from the door and applauded vigorously: "Yanran, your piano skills have improved again."

As we all know, this is just a polite word. Young Master Fang couldn't even hear any song Yanran talked about. How could he have the ability to evaluate whether her piano skills were improved?

When Yanran saw Fang Zheng, she laughed happily, got up and greeted her, and said happily: "Husband, are you here? I... I am so worried about you..."

As he said that, the tears fell down, drop by drop, row by row, and could no longer stop.

Fang Zheng felt very distressed, and stepped forward and hugged Yanran's shoulders and said softly: "It's my fault, I'm worried. Don't worry, I will never go to jail again, even if I have to sit down, let's go in together..."

Yanran said angrily: "Heartless! He just released it from the prison and was talking nonsense..."

As he said that, Yanran groped up and down to Fang Zheng's whole body. Fang Zheng was surprised, huh? Why is Yanran so proactive today? It seems that the young master, I have given her too little sweet rain.

"Hey, don't be so anxious. Master, I haven't used food yet. Let's keep it warm after dinner..." Fang Zheng said uncomfortable.

Yanran was stunned, then her pretty face turned red with shame: "Husband, what are you saying? I'm so embarrassed! I just want to see if my husband has been bullied by the prison head in prison..."

Fang Zheng hurriedly swears to the sky: "Yanran, don't worry, young master, I am loyal to you. Even if I go to the prison, young master, I have protected my ju flowers tightly, and did not let it suffer any defilement..."

Yanran blinked her beautiful eyes and said in confusion: "What is 'ju flower'?"

Fang Zheng smiled lewdly and said, "Juhua is a very beautiful flower, blooming in a mysterious place. Hehe, I will tell you carefully later..."

Although Yanran didn't understand what Juhua meant, she was a girl who was already in charge. Seeing Fang Zheng's lewd smile, she guessed that the so-called Juhua was definitely not a good thing. He heard that he blushed and spat gently: "I have been in prison for a while, why are you still so unreasonable?"

Fang Zheng hugged Yanran's slender waist, gently stroked it, and put his mouth in Yanran's ear and asked, "Did you miss me these days?"

Yanran lowered her head and nodded softly. Then she shook her head: "I am even more worried about you. Since you were imprisoned, you have not slept peacefully. My identity is not convenient to go to your mansion... I have to go to Fu Wang Mansion alone for help. Those days are simply heart-wrenching for me..." Yanran said, her eyes turned red again, and she looked like she was about to cry.

Fang Zheng felt moved in his heart, and gently stroked Yanran's back to comfort her: "Have you been back safely, your husband, don't cry, don't worry, I will never go to jail for you in the future, I will accompany you and never go anywhere. You play the piano, read books, paint, I will accompany you, until we both become old men and old ladies, and our grandsons have married a wife, and we are still as loving as we are now..."

In the midst of Master Fang's love words, Yanran was finally laughed and said angrily: "Go ahead, if I grow old, will you still like me like now?"

Fang Zheng cursed: "Of course! My love for you is incredible. Except for the number of people, the degree of pampering will only be more than now, and it will not be less than now!"

Yanran asked in confusion: "What does it mean to have a little more people?"

Fang Zheng smiled dryly and said, "Hehe, you know, husband, I am a fraternal man. When I see those women who are suffering, I can't help but want to love them. Everyone will be good sisters in the future, so don't be jealous."

Yanran's expression became dark, and then she smiled faintly: "Husband, Yanran's body is like duckweed. She treats you as the sky and as a support. Whatever your husband says Yanran is to you."

Seeing that Yanran was a little unhappy, Fang Zheng hurriedly coaxed: "Yanran, although you will have more sisters in the future, my heart is with you. Everyone who knows me knows that my favorite is my Yanran, so Yanran..."

After some stingy words made Yanran happy, the maid Juer came over to report to her meal.

This time, Master Fang didn't dare to compete with Yanran for alcohol. After a few very gentle drinks, he stopped drinking.

After dinner, Fang Zheng listened to Yanran's songs like thunder. No matter whether he could understand or not, Fang Zheng kept his eyes closed and intoxicated until... until he really fell asleep.

Yanran pressed the guqin with a delicate hand, looked helplessly at Master Fang who was snoring softly, smiled faintly, stretched out his hand and pinched Fang Zheng's nose, and said as hazy as if he was loving and resentful: "Enemy, you have harmed me..."

Just as he was about to ask someone to lift Fang Zheng onto the bed, he suddenly found Fang Zheng looking at her with his eyes open and smiling.

Yanran said in surprise: "You haven't slept?"

Fang Zheng smiled lewdly and said, "There are erotic shows waiting for me below. How could I sleep?"

After saying that, Yanran didn't wait for her to react, she picked her up and walked onto the bed, and said, "Little beauty, you'll leave me today. Let's try some effort. I'll give birth to a baby next year, and I'll give birth to another baby the next year, and the children and grandchildren are endless..."

Yanran shouted in a hurry: "Husband, husband, take your time..."

Fang Zheng ignored him and put Yanran directly on the bed. Then he flashed his body, and blew out the red candle very quickly, and then quickly took off his clothes and chang.

Yanran was still shouting anxiously: "Husband, husband..."

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be more anxious than me, your husband is here..."

Yanran said anxiously: "No..."

Before Yanran could finish her sentence, Fang Zheng started to work hard.

In the darkness, under the warm quilt, there was a rumbling sound.

After a long time, Fang Zheng raised his head with sweat and said in surprise: "No, right? You don't take such a fool!"

Yanran finally laughed in the darkness, and the other party said, "I just wanted to tell you this. Who told you to be so anxious?" Yanran laughed again.

Fang Zheng stared at Yanran in grief and anger: "It's true? Don't joke!"

Yanran pouted and said, "Of course it's true. You think I don't want it... But Tiangui has arrived, and I can't do anything about it."

Fang Zheng widened his eyes and said nothing for a long time.

Seeing this, Yanran couldn't bear to say, "Why... I'll ask Juer to come in and serve you? Although that girl is a little small, she has a good appearance..."

Juer? Fang Zheng shook his head vigorously. That girl was only twelve years old. If she had crossed her circles, would Fang Zheng still be considered a human?

Seeing Fang Zheng refused, Yanran couldn't help but say, "Husband, Ju'er is my personal maid. Sooner or later she will be yours... Why don't you?"

Fang Zheng sighed: "Ju'er... Oh, it's too young, so I'd better put it in the basin first, feed it more, and keep it for a few years before eating..." The girl once caused herself to fall off the roof, and Fang Zheng had a psychological disorder when she saw her.

Yanran smiled and said, "I didn't expect that my husband is still a kind-hearted person... Husband, are you feeling uncomfortable? Why don't I use other methods to help you..."

Put down the pink warm tent, and only Fang Zheng’s comfortable humming sound could be heard in the darkness, and Yanran’s vague umbrella...

"Ah... Yanran, this kind of picture is really not suitable for children...oh--"

"Uh-huh……"

The summer morning sun was a little dazzling. Fang Zheng got up under Yanran's service. After washing up, Fang Zheng was looking at Yanran's paintings in a elegant manner.

The last stroke passed by gently, Yanran smiled and said, "Husband, I'm doing well?"

Fang Zheng nodded with satisfaction: "No, very good! Yanran, your painting skills are much better than the flute skills."

Yanran blinked her beautiful eyes and said in confusion: "I can't blow my face."

Fang Zheng laughed and said, "Yanran, it's not good to be too modest. You played well last night..."

Yanran thought about it carefully and finally understood what this vulgar embryo was saying. Hearing Yan blushed and gently pinched him: "You...you are always so inappropriate! I want you to evaluate the painting I made, where did you say it."

"Drawing? What painting? Oh, you said this." Fang Zheng touched his chin and admired it for a while, and said deeply: "Good painting! A masterpiece that is rare in the ages! If you can draw a few more small fish in the water, this painting would be even more perfect."

"Why do you want to draw a little fish?" Yanran felt that Fang Dacaizi's words were profound.

"How can ducks swim happily if they don't eat fish?" Fang Dazi pointed at a pair of intimate birds and animals on the drawing paper like an expert.

Yanran looked at it and then stomped her feet in anger: "Husband!...I'm painting a mandarin duck!"

"Ah? Mandarin ducks... This, Mandarin ducks, they also want to eat fish..."

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