Chapter 175 I only need to make a slight move,

Seeing that Wu agreed to accept it, Hua Lan immediately called the tailor maid from the Marquis's Mansion and enthusiastically discussed with Wu how the cloud shoulder should be made into this year's popular style.

As we worked out the results, we saw the sky starting to darken.

Liu Chenghan then said goodbye and left Pingyang Marquis Mansion with his wife and daughter.

night.

Zi Ze Ju.

At this time, Yang Wenyuan and Hualan were having dinner.

In the hall full of ancient charm and fragrance.

The table was filled with sumptuous food, but Hualan seemed a little absent-minded at the moment. She probably had no appetite and she only ate with her chopsticks intermittently.

Yang Wenyuan, who was standing beside her, could tell at a glance that Hualan was thinking about Wu's pregnancy.

But isn't this simple?
Yang Wenyuan has always been willing to help others, let alone the person next to him.

Seeing that Hualan really had no appetite, Yang Wenyuan simply ate a few mouthfuls, then bent his back, reached out and hugged Hualan to his chest with his knees bent.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, I just saw that you had no appetite. Maybe you didn't exercise enough today..."

"..."

the next day.

Lunar New Year's eve.

It was already the end of the year.

Although the heavy snow had stopped ten days ago, due to the cold weather in Bianjing, there was still a lot of snow that had not melted in various places in the city.

These snow piles are no longer as pure as the original white snow, but are now covered in mud.

The cold weather and the gradual melting of the snow meant that although it no longer snowed in Bianjing, the weather was even more damp and chilly than before.

early morning.

Even though they had worked hard last night, Yang Wenyuan and Hualan got up early at dawn today.

Hualan directed the maids in the house to sweep the doors and windows, wash away the dust, and tidy up the courtyard.

Yang Wenyuan went straight to the study and wrote the Peach Charm Spring Card.

Having practiced writing for such a long time, and studying in daily classes, although Yang Wenyuan's writing cannot yet be called calligraphy, it has made a lot of progress compared to the past, and now he is no longer afraid of writing peach charms.

Look, this year, Yang Wenyuan has taken over the responsibility of making the Taofu Spring Cards.

Not only the front gate, but also other courtyards and doors in the mansion that needed peach charms nailed on them were all taken care of by the confident Yang Wenyuan.

After all these were prepared, Yang Wenyuan cleaned the ancestral hall with Hualan.

There are special people cleaning the ancestral hall every day, and most of the places are as clean as new. Only the ancestral tablets on the altar have a layer of dust on the surface because they have been left there for too long and the incense sticks have been burning day and night.

At this time every day, Yang Wenyuan, the head of the Yang family, has to come and wipe them personally, brushing off the dust one by one.

After cleaning.

The couple knelt on the mat again and kowtowed in prayer, and the whole morning had passed.

All other New Year's goods and food that were needed for the Chinese New Year had already been purchased and prepared by the servants. After lunch, the master and queen could have some time to relax.

Yang Wenyuan was thinking that he had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he decided to take a nap.

At this time, Gu Tingye's personal follower Shi Tou came to the door.

Yang Wenyuan was given a message about a gathering at Fanlou in the afternoon. Besides the two of them, Qi Heng was also there.

Yang Wenyuan has no objection.

There's nothing else to do right now anyway, so why not go out for a drink and some bragging?

With Yang Wenyuan's full authority, Hualan now knows everything about the mansion. As soon as Yang Wenyuan agreed, Hualan came over after hearing the news.

Of course, Hua Lan came here in a hurry not to stop Yang Wenyuan, but to bring a thick cloak for Yang Wenyuan.

Yang Wenyuan had a strong and upright figure, but Hualan was also one of the few tall women with a very good body proportion. At this time, she put a long cloak on Yang Wenyuan and tied it with ropes. Yang Wenyuan only needed to bend down slightly and she only needed to stand on tiptoe.

While tying the rope, Hua Lan muttered softly:

"I'm not stopping you from going out to play, but you're only wearing this little, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Yang Wenyuan prided himself on being strong and robust, and he always tried to travel as light as possible. Just now he simply put on an outer robe and was about to go out.

"Besides, the snow outside has just started to melt. It's the coldest time of the year, and you're only wearing this..."

As she spoke, Hua Lan raised her eyes and gave Yang Wenyuan a slight glare:
"I now understand why my mother is always nagging. I guess it's because she's always worried about me."

Looking at Hualan, who was gently and carefully arranging his clothes, acting like a young wife who cared about her husband, Yang Wenyuan felt very happy.

With such a virtuous wife, why worry about the prosperity of the family?
"All right!"

Hua Lan tied the knot, patted Yang Wenyuan's cloak with satisfaction, and looked at her work with satisfaction.

Yang Wenyuan was also very sensible. He ignored the surprise and jealousy in the eyes of the two singles Changqing and Cuichan, and turned around in place, smiling and asking:

"Well, ma'am, is there anything else you need me to do?"

Hualan doesn't have the shamelessness of Yang Wenyuan.

This was the first time they showed their affection in public in front of others, and her pretty face immediately turned red.

Originally, she was thinking of letting Yang Wenyuan go out, but was suddenly provoked by Yang Wenyuan's words. Hua Lan felt that she could not suffer a loss in vain. Her almond eyes rolled around, and then she took off the plush earmuffs on her head and handed them to Yang Wenyuan, who was a little confused.

"I don't have anything to say, but since you seem worried that you might be a little cold, I'll give you these earmuffs."

Yang Wenyuan has shot himself in the foot this time.

We just wanted to show our affection, who would have thought this would happen?
I'm going out to visit friends soon, and I'm wearing earmuffs that are obviously women's style. Is this appropriate?

However, Hua Lan didn't care what Yang Wenyuan was thinking. Seeing Yang Wenyuan's conflicted expression and twisting his body in place, she immediately helped him make a decision.

Hua Lan just stood on tiptoe, put one hand on Yang Wenyuan's shoulder, and put the earmuff on Yang Wenyuan's head with the other hand, and the job was done.

After a moment, he felt that it was a little crooked again, so he leaned on Yang Wenyuan without hesitation and helped to straighten it.

After a while, Hualan was finally satisfied.

"Okay, let's go!"

Hua Lan looked at Yang Wenyuan at this moment, with even more satisfaction in her eyes than before.

No wonder I felt a little out of balance just now. Now that I put on the earmuffs, everything became smooth immediately!
What else could Yang Wenyuan do? He could only pamper his wife.

"Changqing, you go too!"

Yang Wenyuan had been thinking about taking it off when he went out, so as not to be embarrassed to show it to others, but at this moment he saw Hualan calling Changqing over and whispering a few words to him. Then he saw Changqing nodding vigorously as if he had been injected with hormones, and then turned around to look at him with a sharp gaze.

Hua Lan also leaned against Yang Wenyuan and lowered her voice:

"Sir, you must wear your earmuffs to avoid freezing your ears."

Yang Wenyuan: ??? Am I being threatened?
Yang Wenyuan was just thinking, how can a grown man like him be held hostage by a woman, when he heard Hua Lan continue to say:

"If you get cold, I'll be so sad..."

Yang Wenyuan was satisfied. This was right. But then another sentence came:

"In that case, for the sake of your health, it would be better for you to rest early at night."

???

Threaten your own sex life?

Yang Wenyuan sneered in his heart and said, "Do you think I'm afraid?"
So he immediately replied:

"understood!"

out the door.

Yang Wenyuan got on the carriage, and Changqing sat down in the driver's seat.

Although there was still a chilly wind outside, Chang Qing couldn't suppress the curve of his lips and almost laughed out loud.

The carriage moved slowly.

After a while, Yang Wenyuan quietly poked his head out and hid his earmuffs behind the car curtain. "Changqing, I took off my earmuffs, don't tell anyone when you go back!"

Just as Yang Wenyuan was about to take it off, he heard Chang Qing's faint voice coming from the front:
"Sir, I'm sorry..."

"what?"

Yang Wenyuan paused, suspecting that he had heard wrongly.

What do you mean by "going against Tiangang"? Is this something a close follower like you should say?

Yang Wenyuan was about to speak.

Unexpectedly, Changqing turned his head at this time, with a look of being ready to die.

"Sir, you know my..."

How to describe Changqing's expression...

It was difficult for Yang Wenyuan to describe how a dark-skinned burly man could have such an embarrassed expression on his face and look at you with such "affectionate eyes".

All in all, it's a chill that's hard to describe.

"My mistress said that she will give Cuichan to me after the New Year."

Changqing's eyes were filled with tears, which seemed to be mixed with some accusation and resentment.

"I want to get married!"

Damn! Honey trap!
Yang Wenyuan didn't expect this to happen.

I didn't expect that I had trained my body to be evergreen, but I hadn't polished my spirit to be evergreen.

It was just a little beauty trap, but it couldn't stand the test!

If I were your son...

Yang Wenyuan thought about it and decided to change the topic. Such a small issue was not worth worrying about.

"Didn't I promise to give Cuichan to you?" Yang Wenyuan asked with some confusion.

As soon as these words came out, Changqing's expression became even more tense.

The tone carries a sense of sadness about the world's decline.

"Ok!"

Yang Wenyuan thought he had found a breakthrough, and he was very happy. He said eagerly:

"Yes! That's it. The mistress has no say."

"But now a year is almost over..." Chang Qing added silently when Yang Wenyuan was feeling happy.

Yang Wenyuan's expression froze.

It seems like ha...

I have been making plans for Changqing since I met the Sheng family, and I have made plans several times after marriage, but each time I just pushed it forward a little bit -

I will marry you first, and if you find someone you like later, just tell me directly.

Cuichan is not my roommate.

I will promise you the cicada when the time comes.

And now...

Yang Wenyuan: I'm sweating all over, brother!

Just now he thought he was a good boss who didn't make empty promises to his subordinates when he was with Liu Chenghan, but who would have thought that now he would be subjected to soul-searching by Chang Qing, the person involved, whose stomach was almost filled with pancakes.

'Yang Wenyuan, where is my wife? ! '

Yang Wenyuan wanted to explain that he had temporarily forgotten about it, but seeing Changqing's eyes that revealed that he was deeply hurt by this matter and did not believe it at all, he could only swallow his words silently.

"Why are you looking back at me? Turn your head back and don't drive the carriage into the ditch!" Faced with the bloody facts, Yang Wenyuan could only reply dryly.

"Oh."

Chang Qing followed suit and only raised his eyebrows to glance at Yang Wenyuan's temples. Seeing that Yang Wenyuan was angry and embarrassed, he immediately retracted his head.

"drive!"

Inside the carriage.

Yang Wenyuan lowered the car curtain depressedly and began to reflect deeply on his recent behavior!
It really is true that the saying “the land of pleasure is the grave of heroes” is true!
Think about me, Yang Wenyuan, a pure and innocent young man who was knowledgeable, had a good memory and could recite anything he heard, and was known as an honest young man, but I was defeated in it.

I have been harmed by alcohol and sex and have become so haggard. From today on, I will quit drinking!
"Drink, drink, drink! Drink more!"

In the room on the top floor of Fan Building, Yang Wenyuan warmly invited Gu Tingye and Qi Heng to drink as they looked at him with slightly envious eyes.

As the saying goes, life is like being forced. If you can't resist, you must learn to enjoy it.

Combined with another sentence: "When you are away from home, your identity is given by yourself."

Combining these two, Yang Wenyuan's thinking becomes clear.

After getting off the carriage, Yang Wenyuan first came to the top floor of the venue reserved by Gu Tingye in a secretive manner.

However, once he went up the stairs, Yang Wenyuan no longer concealed it.

Instead, she openly showed off her women's earmuffs.

When he walked into the house and was met with the surprised and confused looks of Gu Tingye and Qi Heng, Yang Wenyuan responded calmly.

"Oops, I'm late!"

Yang Wenyuan did not mention that he deliberately dawdled on the way, thinking that they had arrived before coming up, and walked forward enthusiastically and said:

"I was just at home and my wife was pestering me so I couldn't spare any time. After much persuasion, she finally let me come."

Without waiting for the two to speak, Yang Wenyuan answered his own question by pointing to the earmuffs he was wearing.

"Oh, you're talking about this?"

Yang Wenyuan pretended to be helpless and sat down, explaining:

"You should also know my wife's temperament. She is most concerned about me."

"See, I was in a hurry to get out, so she gave me her earmuffs before I left, and told me not to get cold."

"Alas, women are trouble." Yang Wenyuan shook his head.

As he spoke, he looked up at Gu Tingye and Qi Heng who were slightly dazed in front of him, and said with envy in his tone:
"You two are better off. You can go out whenever you want. Unlike me, my wife has to worry about me every day. It's so annoying!"

"What do you think?"

"..."

Gu Tingye and Qi Heng had obvious confusion in their eyes at this moment.

How to say?
How would I know what to say!
It was a good time to have a party before the New Year. It was a rare opportunity to temporarily escape from the boring life of studying. Now, I was suddenly...

In other words, they didn't know the term Versailles, otherwise they would have blurted it out on the spot. Yang Wenyuan's words were a clear display of Versailles.

Gu Tingye and Qi Heng looked at each other at the same time, not knowing what words to use to describe their feelings at the moment.

How should I put it? It's like something is smeared on my face, and I suddenly feel a little dull!
How does it feel like to suddenly feel full without having eaten the meal, having eaten the dishes, or having drunk the wine?
Changqing: I feel the same way!
Looking at the expressions of Gu Tingye and Qi Heng, Yang Wenyuan smiled crookedly.

Ha ha.

A young virgin who wants to have a premature love affair with another girl.

A prodigal son who is bewitched by his wonderful marriage life and longs for a harmonious and friendly family atmosphere.

Now that he is suddenly faced with this barrage of attacks, how can he still doubt himself?

Isn't this just bowing down in worship?
The current performance of Gu Tingye and Qi Heng is in line with Yang Wenyuan’s idea on the road.

I only need to make a slight move and the world will be at its limit!
But this is not enough. Yang Wenyuan wants these two beloved relatives and friends in front of him, who have obviously not tasted the "bitterness of love", to fully experience the pain and learn from it.

"Evergreen!"

"What's wrong, sir?"

"Go to the kitchen and pack two servings of soft cheese."

Yang Wenyuan turned around and smiled shyly at the two of them:
"I can't help it. Your sister Hua likes the soft cheese here the most."

(End of this chapter)