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

When Rong Feiyan came back, Zhou Yunke had already left, Xu Ziying mentioned the matter, Rong Feiyan just nodded, and took his hand to tell him another matter.

"If there is no major event in the future, you don't need to enter the palace."

Xu Ziying's first sentence was: "Then I didn't receive the reward?"

Rong Fei pinched his nose with a disgusted smile: "Yes, of course, the empress concubine grants the reward, of course the reward remains the same, you just collect it at home."

Of course Xu Ziying was willing, and also said that the empress is a nice lady, Rong Fei sighed for no reason.

Xu Ziying asked him, "Why are you sighing?"

Rong Fei hugged him tiredly: "Master Hou, I was thinking, if Yingying doesn't have such beauty, that's fine."

Xu Ziying snorted: "That's not because you took advantage of me." After speaking, he felt that there was something in his words: "What's the matter? Tell me quickly."

Rong Feiyan smiled shortly, and said in a cold voice, "If you weren't so beautiful, the emperor wouldn't miss you."

Xu Ziying thought about the middle-aged man sitting in the high hall. He was not ugly, but he was too old for him. No wonder Emperor Xuan looked at him with that kind of eyes at that time, and couldn't help feeling uncomfortable for a while.

Rong Fei squeezed his hand tightly: "Today's New Year's Eve banquet, the emperor dare not do anything, not to mention the empress is here, and you have seen the empress's appearance just now. Hmph, the emperor will never see you again in the future."

Xu Ziying reacted for a moment, and suddenly realized: "You asked me to dress like this today just to show the empress? But there are so many good-looking people in this world, and how many concubines in the emperor's harem, why did you fall in love with me?"

Rong Fei shook his head helplessly: "I also happened to know that the birth mother of His Highness the Sixth Highness died early, and the emperor chose her beauty intentionally or unintentionally over the years. In short, you are very suitable."

Xu Ziying didn't expect that there were so many things he didn't know about, but none of them had anything to do with him. Since he would not enter the palace again, the matter would be settled.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Rong Fei asked him suddenly: "Yingying, if I was old, ugly and bald, but I was still rich, would you still marry me?"

Xu Ziying wanted to tease him, and deliberately said: "Marry, why don't you marry, I will marry if I have money."

Then he clearly saw the corner of Rong Feiyan's mouth twitch, and he patted Rong Feiyan's thigh while laughing.

"Hahahahaha, I'm better at controlling my face, okay? If you are really like that, I will marry first and then kill your inheritance. Besides, I can still make a lot of money without you, and I don't rely on you."

After hearing this, Rong Fei nibbled hard on his neck, Xu Ziying punched him in pain, the two laughed, Rong Fei asked, "What do you mean by Yan control?"

Xu Ziying thought that he could finally pretend to be a man of culture, and told him seriously: "That's right, I also like good-looking people."

Rong Fei hated the frivolous brows: "Is your man handsome?"

Xu Ziying smiled and scolded him for being shameless, and then heard him say: "Compared with Zhou Yunke, who does Yingying think is more handsome?"

"Why do you always have trouble with him?" Rong Fei insisted on asking why, Xu Ziying could only say: "Of course you are you, the key is that he has less money than you."

Rong Fei rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then agreed: "That's true."

On New Year's Eve, the street was extremely lively, and the sound of fireworks resounded in the sky one after another. The two of them found a high place to watch for a while.

Xu Ziying didn't wear much, Rong Feiyan raised his arms to pull him into his fox fur, Xu Ziying rested his head comfortably on the warm chest, he never thought that he would accept being with a man so soon, maybe as long as If you want it, nothing else matters.

"I still remember the last time I watched fireworks with Yingying, and Yingying really made a fool of me, Lord Hou."

Both of them still remember this incident vividly, Xu Ziying was wrapped in the good smell of Rong Fei's body, a little drowsy, curled her lips and complained in a low voice: "Who told you to lock me up like a bird, of course I want to run away."

Rong Fei smiled tiredly: "It's my fault, I shouldn't be too..."

"Too much?"

"... Nothing, sleepy? Let's go back."

Xu Ziying nodded. He didn't have the habit of celebrating the new year. In the past, none of the lights belonged to him. Although they had been indifferent for a long time, but...he will have them in the future.

When returning to the Marquis' Mansion, the yard was quiet, Rong Fei said annoyedly: "I'll let them go home for the New Year if they have relatives, and drink in the West Wing for those who don't, and let them have a rest on New Year's Eve."

Afterwards, the housekeeper of the Hou's Mansion asked Rong Feiyan for something to do, and Rong Feiyan asked Xu Ziying to go back to the house first, but Xu Ziying didn't let anyone follow him, and when he walked to the side corridor, he was startled by a figure that suddenly appeared.

"Who!... My son, why are you here?!" Xu Ziying touched his heart and almost shouted, his eyes widened in disbelief.

What is Shen Anhuai, who celebrates Chinese New Year, coming here for?

"Why can't this son come?" Shen Anhuai poked his neck and looked at Xu Ziying angrily, but seeing his clothes today, his face blushed quietly again: "Ying'er, you...you look so good today. "

Now Xu Ziying's heart is not only beating, but his head is also aching. He tried his best to calm down and said slowly, "What's the matter? Master?"

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have climbed over the wall."

Tonight, there are few guards in the Hou's mansion during the Chinese New Year, and the defense is not strict, otherwise Shen Anhuai would not be able to get in even if he dug a hole in the ground, so he is courageous enough.

Then Shen Anhuai took out a plate of things from behind, Xu Ziying saw that there were more than a dozen not-so-good-looking dumplings, some were flat and small as if they were malnourished, and some dumpling skins were torn, with meat lying beside them.

Shen Anhuai twitched a bit, and said sullenly: "Happy New Year."

Xu Ziying pointed to the dumplings on the plate: "You made them?"

Shen Anhuai said as if waiting for compliments: "Of course, I also made the minced meat. It took me many days to adjust the ingredients."

Seeing the disbelief on Xu Ziying's face, he hurriedly said, "It doesn't look very good, but it tastes good, really! I've already given it to my grandmother."

Hearing that Xu Ziying almost lost his footing, did he think that he made her old man feel bad?

Shen Anhuai seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and recalled: "Grandmother cried..."

After that, he didn't talk about this topic again, Xu Ziying thought that he must let this little ancestor go away quickly, otherwise Rong Fei would definitely kick him out when he saw him here.

Shen Anhuai had been waiting for Xu Ziying to pick up the dumplings, and said relentlessly, "Try it, Yinger, try it quickly."

Xu Ziying had no choice but to take the plate first, with a sense of rushing people: "Come home, my son, and go home to accompany your grandmother."

And Shen Anhuai looked at him with dissatisfaction, his eyes were resentful, he seemed to know that Xu Ziying would not eat, his lips were puckered into a line, and he spoke abruptly for a while.

"Rong Fei hates him because he is using you."