After Bai Mingwei took out the bamboo basket, Aunt Wu knocked on the door of the guest room: "Young master, Madam, she went to pick persimmons, and she didn't listen no matter how she persuaded her. Aunt Wu was worried about her injuries."

The door opened quickly, revealing Feng Qingchen's smile: "Auntie, where is the direction she is going?"

Aunt Wu said the direction of the fruit tree and said meaningfully: "There are many ways to deepen the relationship between this couple, and working together is essential."

"You pick the persimmons and make cakes with my wife later. Looking at the fruits of their joint work, I believe the wife will be happy."

Feng Qingchen showed a sudden look and was kind to Aunt Wu: "Thank you, Aunt."

Aunt Wu smiled and said, "The little yellow dog will lead the way, so please follow the little yellow dog."

After Feng Qingchen left, Chunxiu smiled and came out of the kitchen: "I need breakfast, what do you want to spend them on?"

Aunt Wu smiled and replied: "This young master is very good to the wife, but the wife seems to have some concerns. After being kind to the young master, she feels uneasy. Maybe there is something wrong with the two. Mom is creating a chance for them to solve the problem."

Chunxiu shook her head: "Human hearts are fleshy. This young master is so good to his wife. One day, the wife will definitely be moved."

Aunt Wu said: "There will be touched, but it is difficult to become a real couple. The lady has concerns, but I am afraid that this young master will still have some trouble."

Chunxiu didn't say anything, but just replied sweetly: "Then I'll prepare the noodles."

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Bai Ming looked up at the yellow fruits all over the trees. Just as he was about to pick the fruits, he heard the barking of the little yellow dog.

Looking back, the snow fell and the morning mist was thin.

Feng Qingchen walked slowly along the path in the fields, wearing spotless clothes, his calm and elegant posture was set against the snow, as if he was holding the bright moon in the sky.

Bai Mingwei asked: "The road is not easy to walk, what are you going to do?"

Feng Qingchen walked towards her slowly: "Fruit is sunken, come and help you get it."

His arrival still caused a strange feeling to arise in Bai Mingwei's heart.

In order to cover up his panic, Bai Mingwei handed over the bamboo basket: "It just so happens that I don't dare to move my other hand, for fear of pulling the wound, you carry the basket and I pick the fruit."

Feng Qingchen smiled and took the bamboo basket: "Okay, you are my eyes and I am your hands, we are inseparable."

Seeing that he had returned to his previous tone, Bai Mingwei felt familiar and asked her to dispel the strange emotions in her heart: "I know nonsense, come up quickly."

After saying that, Bai Ming slid his feet up.

Feng Qingchen chuckled and jumped to the treetops.

Standing on the swaying branches, Bai Ming looked at the golden fruits slightly, and was almost blinded by his eyes, not knowing how to start.

She had no choice but to reach out and pick one of the largest ones and throw them into the bamboo basket that Feng Qingchen was carrying.

Feng Qingchen reached out and pinched it: "No, no, it's too raw, and the persimmons that are not ripe have only astringent taste and no sweetness."

Bai Mingwei was particularly puzzled: "What kind of thing should I be familiar with?"

Feng Qingchen gave a cussive greeting: "Reporting to the young lady, it's probably as soft as your face."

He was making fun of Bai Ming and was indifferent to the world, and he didn't even know how persimmons were ripe enough.

In fact, Bai Mingwei really didn't know that even though she grew up in the Taoist temple, she was still the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion. No matter how the color and touch of the persimmons were depicted in the book, she did not experience it personally.

Bai Mingwei grabbed a persimmon and threw it over: "Shameless, Meng Lang, how do you know how soft my face is?"

Feng Qingchen caught the persimmons steadily and gently placed them in the bamboo basket: "Don't waste food."

This ability to change the topic can be said to be perfect.

Bai Mingwei could no longer ask, how could Feng Qingchen know how soft her face was?

And Feng Qingchen didn't need to explain, he carefully rubbed that face. He had rubbed it for many times.

Bai Mingwei seemed to hit the cotton with a punch, so he had to bother to pay attention to him. He picked a soft one and picked it and threw it into the frame. With a "click", the persimmon cracked, and the fragrance of ripe fruit overflowed, rushing to his nose.

Feng Qingchen said repeatedly: "No, no, this is too familiar."

Bai Ming stopped slightly, wanting to wait for Feng Qingchen to pick up a suitable one.

Feng Qingchen seemed to know her thoughts, and reached out to slowly brush over the persimmons hanging on the branches.

Just when Bai Mingwei thought Feng Qingchen was about to pick it off, Feng Qingchen grabbed her hand and put it on the appropriate persimmon.

He stood on the side of Bai Mingwei, so he grabbed Bai Mingwei's hand and walked around Bai Mingwei's back.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Bai Mingwei was entangled in his arms.

His thin lips approached Bai Mingwei's ear and whispered: "This is the right way. Actually, I was talking nonsense just now. This fruit must be as soft as your cheeks, right?"

The breath he exhaled when he spoke was spraying on Bai Mingwei's ears.

Bai Ming shivered slightly, picked the fruit off, turned around in Feng Qingchen's arms, and left the movement that was like a hug.

"Bang."

The fruit was thrown into the bamboo basket by Bai Mingwei, but her hand was still pinching Feng Qingchen's fingertips. As long as she broke it gently, Feng Qingchen's hand would be useless.

Unexpectedly, before she could exert force, Feng Qingchen cried out in pain: "It hurts so much... Little girl, you are so fierce!"

"If you are so inappropriate, you will know that I can be even more fierce!" Bai Mingwei said and let go of his hand.

Feng Qingchen suddenly retreated continuously, as if he was pushed away violently until he stepped on the air and fell down.

That frivolous and slutty suddenly turned into a weak and unbearable "little girl".

Bai Mingwei didn't want to pay attention to him, but there were a few sharp wooden stakes under the persimmon tree. Bai Mingwei was afraid that he would be hurt, so he had to hop up, jump up, and sweep him above him, carrying his belt, and preparing to pull him away from the wooden stakes.

At the critical moment, Feng Qingchen hugged her arm, as if he was holding a life-saving straw.

The force was so strong that Bai Mingwei had nowhere to leverage the force, so he pulled it down.

He was about to hit the wooden stake, and suddenly a strong hand wrapped around her waist, snatching her into her arms and holding her horizontally.

After spinning in the air for a few rounds, Feng Qingchen's feet fell steadily to the ground.

But the man with bad intentions pretended to be frightened: "Little girl, it's so dangerous."

Bai Mingwei was fooled by him again, took a deep breath, and his fist was about to greet him.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qingchen quickly let her go, and his figure flashed, and he had already floated to the branch. He reached out to pick a big fruit, and said as if nothing had happened: "This fruit grows so well!"

The timing was mastered very cleverly, which made Bai Mingwei embarrassed to chase after him and replenish his fists.

"You scoundrel!" Bai Ming kicked Fruit Tree in a slight anger.

The fruit trees that have been with the ages swayed, and a few fruits hit her.

Feng Qingchen, who was above, looked worried: "Why don't you avoid it? It hurts, right?"

"Don't come over!" Bai Mingwei immediately put on a defensive posture. Seeing that Feng Qingchen had no intention of coming, she slowly relaxed her vigilance.

Feng Qingchen smiled and shook his head while picking the fruit: "Even the angry look is so cute."

"Woof, woof, woof!"

The little yellow dog who followed him saw a squirrel, chasing it and running around the field, trampling the straw mat used by the villagers to prevent vegetables from freezing.

Bai Mingwei had no choice but to leave the persimmon picking and scold the little yellow dog not to run around.

But she was afraid of hurting the little yellow dog, so she did not use her martial arts skills.

So the dog chased the squirrel, and she ran in the fields with the dog, making the vegetable garden that had been messed with by the dog even more messed up.

Feng Qingchen listened carefully to the movement and couldn't help but rub his eyebrows: "Big silly dog ​​and little fool."

When the persimmons were picked, the wind and cold dust fell down and whistled, the little yellow dog immediately shook his tail and ran towards him.

Just as the little yellow dog was about to rub him, he gently pushed it away with his feet: "Swish, go there."

Bai Ming chased her breath slightly and gasped, and a thin layer of sweat covered her forehead: "It can run even more than the one I have raised."

Feng Qingchen saw that she didn't seem to realize that she could ruin the vegetable garden than a little yellow dog, and did not remind her.

Instead, his hand holding the bamboo basket sank down: "Little girl, it's so heavy, come and help me."

"Would you please use some feelings when pretending? I'm too lazy to talk to you for the hypocritical look." Bai Mingwei sighed helplessly, and reached out to lift the bamboo basket.

In this way, the two of them walked on the country road, one left and one right, carrying baskets of persimmons all over the countryside.
Chapter completed!