Chapter 82 I still remember him

Author: Huatang Embroidery Pavilion

Chapter 82 I still remember him

Fang Yun didn't know what Pei Yao was thinking.

If Pei Yao knew that he was because he saw Fang Pei and the eldest prince making a trick, and when he remembered her, Gao Lowe would roll his eyes a few times.

What's the tune!

But I didn't know this now, so Fang Yooni pulled the person into the house with a smile.

"It's the end of the year, it's so cold. I made a pair of gloves and a pair of waist protection for Your Highness. Your Highness always goes out, either outside or sits for the whole day to handle official business. These two things must be sent to you.

use."

While saying that, Qingrong and Yanwei took out the things.

There is no need to mention her handicraft work.

Pei Yao looked at it and felt so delicate and beautiful, and his heart became more and more comfortable.

Well, look, Xiao Liangdi still misses him every day, and she still prepares these things for her if she doesn't see anyone.

Fang Xuan secretly looked at Pei Yao's satisfied expression and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Let’s take a look, this is called opportunity for those who are prepared.

She couldn't tell when Pei Yao would come, but she always reminded herself to put Pei Yao first and remember everything.

Over time, you can pretend to be like a perfect affectionate attachment.

But no one can be ruthless than plants? A meticulous sincerity and reasonable means can best capture people's hearts.

"You are the most considerate in the backyard." Pei Yao put down his things, took Fang Yoon's hand and patted him, "It's the end of the year soon, but I haven't seen you make new clothes and not bought any more?"

The question was because Fang Xuan's goose yellow regular clothes were new, but they were too simple, which made Pei Yao think that she had no money to use.

Seeing that he had misunderstood, Fang Yoon immediately shook his head.

"I bought it, but the people in the needle and thread office made a lot of things at the end of the year. I haven't made it yet. I made this dress myself. I usually wear it very comfortable. When I have nothing to do, I like to wear it.

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This dress is not ugly, it is just plain.

In today's terms, Fang Yoon just wears it as a home clothes.

Therefore, when wearing this outfit, the jewelry is not worn too much, so the whole person looks very elegant.

Fang Yoon was young again, with a delicate face as delicate as a flower bud. With the tender color of goose yellow, she looked like a little girl who had just reached the hairpin.

Pei Yao looked at his white and tender face and felt a little softer.

Turning his head and giving instructions to Hong Zheng.

"I remember there is a shop outside the palace called Jinshang Pavilion. You can pick a few good materials and ask them to make four sets of clothes according to Fang Liangdi's size. In addition, pick some good jewelry in the warehouse.

Take the short hairpin of the golden agate."

Nowadays, women in Daqi often like to wear a round bun with jewelry such as short hairpins. This hairstyle is cute and cute, such as flower buds, ingot buns, double spiral buns, etc.

So when Pei Yao said this, Fang Xuan knew it.

I know that Pei Yao likes her dressing up in a pretty direction.

But this is also temporary. Before, she wore the extremely charming purple color, and Pei Yao also liked it.

No matter what, she will get the benefits anyway.

Fang Yoon of Jinshang Pavilion had known before that many of the female relatives among the princes and nobles in the capital bought clothes and fabrics at that house.

Fang Pei has to do a few pieces every year. She used to be able to look at them, but now she can wear them.

This feeling is quite subtle.

Step by step, now we are starting to sit on an equal footing, and then the group of people should be looking up to her.

After dinner, the two sat down and drank the tea.

Qingrong went into the room and cleaned up the things on the table. Pei Yao saw it and remembered that Fang Xuan was practicing calligraphy.

So he said, "Are you slacking off during this period? I've given all the lonely copybooks to you."

At this time, Fang Xuan almost sprayed out a sip of tea.

At this moment, she really felt that Pei Yao would definitely be a diligent and good emperor in the future. She even cared about checking her concubine's homework, let alone checking the political achievements of her ministers.

Pei Yao didn't know that his little Liangdi was slandering him now, so he had already stood up and headed to the desk.

I saw several books on the table, including the chess and poems he gave, and his copybooks were placed alone on the other side.

It looks like it's been used recently.

"I am not lazy, but I just rely on my own understanding and no guidance from my master. I probably have made no progress. Your Highness should not teach me."

Fang Yoon followed, pulled the veil in a squint, half-duck his head, and looked at the look he looked at.

This way, Pei Yao didn't remember what he looked like when he was randomly checked by the Grand Tutor when he was studying and didn't learn the subject well.

I couldn't help but laugh.

But when he wanted to tease Fang Yoon on purpose, he looked straight and didn't say anything. He first opened the words Fang Yoon had practiced these days and looked at it.

Progress is indeed not obvious.

Because Fang Yoon's calligraphy is very good, it is just that his wrist lacks strength, and this strength is not easy to practice.

"It's still too soft." Pei Yao whispered, and said, quietly glanced at the people beside him. Seeing Fang Yoon's little face a little collapsed, he added silently, "But it's much better than before."

"Really?" Fang Xuan asked refuted with disbelief.

Pei Yao finally couldn't hold back his smile, and nodded while laughing, "Really, really."

Fang Yoon was originally playing with him, but now I was really a little unhappy to see him laughing so presumptuously.

But we didn't dare to shook our faces directly, so we pursed our lips, turned our backs, and snorted lightly to express our direct dissatisfaction.

"Your Highness is accustomed to making fun of people. In the future, I will have to carry my writing on my back!"

"Why are you still angry?" Pei Yao stopped his smile and reached out to pull her, "Come on, I have time today, I will teach you myself."

As he said that, he pulled Fang Yoon's sleeve, but he didn't pull it, and he felt more and more wanting to laugh, but he still held it back and used more strength to pull the person over.

I thought to myself that the little girl was just a little girl, but she was still angry with him.

So he pulled Fang Yoon directly to him, stood behind himself, and wrapped the person in his arms, and held Fang Yoon's hand and took the brush. He directly held Fang Yoon's hand and took the

Fang Yoong wrote.

Such intimate behavior made Fang Yoon froze for a moment.

The man's warm breath wrapped around her body, making her feel a little hot.

But soon adjusted his mentality and, in the concept of seducing people, he took the initiative to stick his body backwards.

The soft hair rubbed slightly between Pei Yao's neck without any moment.

After practicing a few words, it doesn’t look like practicing calligraphy, but it’s more like flirting.

There was a man who hadn't had sex for more than a month. Pei Yao was just in his prime and was with a woman he was satisfied with, so how could he bear it?

I wrote a few words casually, threw the pen and carried the person into the house.

The maids stood outside, listened to the movement inside, and hurriedly retreated and closed the door.

Today is 520, everyone is celebrating the festival, no one reads the novel, oh oh
Chapter completed!