Don't talk about money and hurt feelings!Marquis【Crossover】

Behind him was a man's strong chest, and his hands were being manipulated. Xu Ziying's heart was pounding, and he felt that he was not being dominated.The whole process was surprisingly smooth until the two danced together in the last pose.

Rong Feiyan supported him to stand still, he was still in a daze for a moment, Rong Feiyan put away his sword, looked at him and said, "How about Yingying?"

Xu Ziying opened his mouth halfway and said in surprise, "I actually..."

Rong Fei tired of asking: "What?"

"I didn't even step on your foot."

"..."

Xu Ziying inexplicably felt refreshed and happy physically and mentally. He took the long sword in Rong Feiyan's hand and swung it a few times without skill. He had never thought it was so fun.

"Hey, it's okay, you can teach me a few more tricks. How long do you think it will take for me to become like you?"

Rong Fei was tired of taking the sharp long sword in his hand, fearing that he would hurt himself by mistake, he said with a embarrassed smile: "If you want to practice swordsmanship, I will ask someone to make a good wooden sword out of mahogany for you to play with, carefully cut the sword into your hand .”

There was an old wooden sword on the side of the shelf, Xu Ziying held it in his hand and gesticulated twice before throwing it aside: "This thing is not good, it will be good for him to play with when Duoduo grows up, it's too light, but it's still a real thing Has weight."

Rong Fei said with a tired smile: "Okay, let me find you an unsharp sword."

On the third day of the wedding, Rong Fei was tired of not having to go to court, and spent a lot of affection with Xu Ziying. While counting the money on the bed, Xu Ziying was thinking about the next plan. Princess Ning Jing made an appointment.

Ning Jing has already moved from the Li family back to Prince An's Mansion. Although she is determined to reconcile, she still can't stop other people's mouths. Coupled with the troubles of all parties, the sadness on her face lingers.

Xu Ziying saw that she was not in good condition, so he told her first that he hoped she would help him in his cloth shop, and wait for a few days to get used to it.

Ning Jing said with some concerns: "I've never tried making clothes before, I'm afraid I will cause trouble for Mrs. Hou, so forget it..."

Xu Ziying waved his hand: "What does it matter, I didn't know these things at first, my uncle taught me, the princess is very smart at first glance, maybe he can learn better than me."

What Xu Ziying said was true. Women's minds are always more delicate than his, and they are more suitable for the business of tailoring clothes. He still has other business to do, so he must leave someone to help Xu Yu.

Xu Yu also came to persuade him, after all, he understood women's thoughts, and Ning Jing finally made up his mind to agree, and he was very grateful.

The two chatted for a few more words, and when Xu Ziying was about to leave, Ning Jing stopped him and said hesitantly, "Mrs. Hou, An Huai is...not sensible. I have already trained him and said that he is not allowed to come to you again. I will replace him." I will apologize to you."

It was only then that Xu Ziying realized that he hadn't seen Shen Anhuai for so long. After all, he would not care about a child, and said politely: "Forget about the past, he is not a bad person, but he just can't bear hardships."

Ning Jing sighed helplessly, and agreed: "What Madam Hou said is very true."

After the cloth shop was busy here, Xu Ziying was not idle, so he went directly to the wine shop to get the decoration done, spent a few days drawing up the wine list and opened it quickly, and then found a few capable managers from the Hou's mansion Shop, everything is waiting for income.

In the following days, Xu Ziying not only went to inspect the unbuilt restaurant every day, but also visited the old man who was burned every few days. When the old man was able to walk on the ground, he spoke out what was in his heart.

"Old man, to be honest, I think the noodles you make are delicious, and you also said that this is an ancestral handicraft handed down from your ancestors. I don't think you want it to be lost. Why don't I buy some noodles in the city?" Shop, counting my capital investment, how about you come to open a noodle shop?"

The old man already knew Xu Ziying's identity. He leaned against the window and said with his old back: "Mrs. Hou, I'm old. I'm afraid I can't do too many things anymore. If it wasn't for that day, Mrs. Hou would be old and old. If you want to die, if Madam doesn't dislike it, then take this formula."

Xu Ziying looked at the formula, hesitated and refused to accept it.

"Why not?"

The couple quarreled twice late at night, and went to the small hot spring pool for a while. In the dead of night, they cuddled up on the bed tenderly.

Xu Ziying fiddled with the man's slender knuckles boredly, and said sleepily.

"I really want the old man to do it himself, but the old man is really not in good health, so it is definitely not possible. Besides, the old man lived in that slum area all his life and didn't want to leave. He said he would go back after he recovered from his injury. I said nothing. I couldn't persuade him, so I had to agree."

Hearing this, Rong Fei pinched his cheek with great interest: "Yingying, you didn't get any benefits? This is not like you."

Xu Ziying patted his hand away, pretending to snort, "That really disappoints you, I bought a shop in a slum area today, and recruited a few new nimble guys to help the old man, so that the old man can continue to work in the poor. There are noodle stalls in the district selling noodles."

"And ah." Xu Ziying turned over and said angrily to Rong Fei.

"Do you know that the shops in the slums are very cheap, not to mention that you can't even buy a hut at this price in the city. It's really annoying. And I only charge the old man some interest for the noodle stall, and I can still make money. I don't suffer. No loss."

His small abacus was crackling, and he must not treat himself badly.

"However..." As he spoke, he seemed to think of something, lowered his eyes and put his head on Rong Feiyan's arms: "If I want to open a shop in the city with that recipe, maybe it won't taste like that .”

Rong Fei gently stroked the hair on the top of his head, his pupils flickered slightly: "Why?"

Xu Ziying remembered that he used to work in other places, because he had no money to eat fried dough sticks and tofu nao every day.

The old lady who sells deep-fried dough sticks keeps a small shop by herself. The food she cooks is delicious and cheap, and there are many repeat customers.The old grandma looked at him pitifully, and gave him the fullest portion every time, so that he could eat enough.

But then the grandmother passed away due to illness, and her son inherited the shop, which was redecorated and expanded.

Later, Xu Ziying only went there once and never again, because the price has risen, he is reluctant to eat again, and the portion is much smaller than before, and the taste is not the same as before.

His thoughts were gradually swept by sleepiness, Xu Ziying's voice became softer, and he murmured: "There are some things that are lost, no matter how hard you look for them, no matter how much you look like them, they are not the original taste."

Rong Fei paused his tired hands, and didn't speak again, until Xu Ziying's breathing gradually became even, then he tucked the corner of the quilt for him, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

The curtains are lowered, the candlesticks are blown out, and the room is dark, as if there is no place, there is such a sigh, lingering in the room.

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