Princess Yonghe's son-in-law's mansion is in Xingguofang, the inner city. It was originally a relative with the Shen family, and there were hundreds of servants. Unfortunately, the son-in-law of the Shen family was ill after the imperial examination. Zhao Fei passed away shortly after he passed by. This incident had a great blow to Zhao Fei and he has not appeared for many years since then.

Zhao Fei is the daughter of the prince. Because of the old prince's reputation, she was named a princess. She did not have a big family business as big as the prince. After the old prince passed away, she would be a little embarrassed. Of course, this embarrassment is still luxurious and noble compared to ordinary people compared to the royal family.

Nowadays, the prince-consort's mansion has only a dozen old servants. Most of the huge mansions are empty. The housekeeper is managing some small industries, which is not a big portal in Bianjing.

The doors and windows in the bedroom behind the Prince-Confucian Mansion were closed because it was cold.

Zhao Fei has been widowed for many years and likes flowers and plants. The potted plants are everywhere in the yard outside, and even walking is a bit twisty.

The fragrance of flowers in the garden is really beautiful in spring, but this winter looks a bit desolate.

Because there was no male master, the prince-consort's mansion had always rested early, and the old maid, Cha Gu, had already lie down in the side room.

Zhao Fei was not sleepy, but just lying in her bellyband underwear, looking at the dark room in a daze.

Twenty-six, ten years older than Zhao Tianluo, and the most beautiful decade in life has been completed.

Originally, she was as dissatisfied with her husband as her cousin, but after lying alone in this room for ten years, she felt that it was good to have a companion who could speak. After all, talented men and beautiful women only exist in painting novels, and in reality, they still have to live a life.

Maybe this will continue in the next few decades, without illness, disaster, carefree, and joy until you die of depression at the age of fifty or sixty.

Let’s talk about complaining about the sky and the others, the princess who are holding the moon is much happier than ordinary women.

Let's say let's go with the flow, who can bear the days that will last at first sight?

Whenever Zhao Fei thinks of this, she becomes a little bored.

The snow fell silently and the house was silent.

Zhao Fei tightened the quilt tightly, and for some reason, she remembered her cousin's son-in-law.

He is bad and domineering on the surface, but behind his back he is the "No. 1 Talent in Tokyo".

If Luoer knew about it, she would not know what she would be shocked.

Unfortunately, she dared not say it.

Because she was also quite afraid of Cao Taisui, if she was deducted from her monthly salary, she would have to have a few more old servants in the mansion.

As I thought about it, for some reason, my thoughts ran to the time when I played mahjong that day.

Although I knew it was a misunderstanding afterwards, I still made people blush, angry and annoyed when I recalled it.

Even if a man is misunderstood, he should not step on a woman's feet and stretch his feet to the other person...

“Woo~~”

A soft murmur sounded in the room, Zhao Fei's face was hot, her round and smooth body shrank together, trying hard to suppress her inexplicable mood.

The eyelashes trembled slightly with a bit of entangled resistance. It seemed that the toes with boldness were pressed on some part of her lower body and gently rubbed them...

Smack-

Suddenly, a slight sound suddenly sounded in the quiet night.

Zhao Fei has had an interesting story about "listening to the flowers at night" since she was a child. Her ears were very sharp and she heard that the sound of the window's plug being opened.

She was slightly stunned, her thoughts came back to her senses, and she used her arms to support her plump upper body and leaned forward to watch.

Unexpectedly, when I saw this, I saw a figure opening the window and flipping in from outside in the vague light.

Zhao Fei's face turned pale in fright.

If it were Zhao Tianluo, he would definitely scold him sternly. If it were Chen Jingliu, he would definitely use scissors to defend himself and fight to the death.

But Zhao Fei is a kind of person who is obedient and a little afraid of things. To put it bluntly, she is soft and has no intention.

Inexplicably, she met a thief invading in the mansion. She felt stormy and was stunned. She hurriedly lay down again and closed her eyes, thinking that she had seen nothing.

In my heart, I just hope that this brave little thief will leave after taking the things and never hurt anyone.

Dongdong-

The slight sound of footsteps sounded in my ears.

Zhao Fei tried hard to suppress her fear, her round and jade-smooth body trembled slightly, and her breathing was obviously a little disordered.

Closed his eyes and heard the thief walking to the table and sitting down. He actually picked up the teacup and poured the cup of tea slowly.

Her heart tense, tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, and she thought secretly: Could it be that this thief is drugging me and wants to...

Thinking of this, Zhao Fei dared not speak out, and she had no idea how to confront the thief after she woke up.

Struggle, afraid of angering the thief and silencing her.

If you don't struggle, it's better to silence her...

"Ahem—"

The man's slight coughing sound came.

Zhao Fei was shocked all over, holding her breath, pretending that she didn't hear anything.

But after a little while, she felt that the coughing sound was very familiar.

It seems...Cao Hua?!

Zhao Fei suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head to look, but she saw that Cao Taisui was wearing Wuhou clothes and was sitting on a table not far away drinking tea.

"Cao...Cao Prince Consort..."

Zhao Fei murmured with a tremolo, but the fear in her heart was still a little bit.

A little thief can steal some money at most.

Cao Huada ran to her room at night, probably not as simple as money.

If Cao Hua wants to take her...

Zhao Fei was full of shame and anger, but she didn't dare to speak out.

Cao Taisui covered the sky with only one hand, and such a thing could not be spread. If she dared not to follow, the clan's mansion might be able to record the "illegal soldier" tomorrow.

But she is a widow and Luo'er's cousin, how can she be...

"Mr. Cao, you... come to visit late at night... what's the point of doing?"

Zhao Fei held it in for a long time, and finally asked a trembling question.

Cao Hua's big golden sword sat next to the table, holding a teacup and gently rotating: "It's late at night, come and chat with you?"

chat?

Zhao Fei's face was flushed, and she pulled the quilt tightly under her neck, shy and anxious, and she was a little incoherent: "No... I'm Luo'er's cousin... Go quickly..."

Cao Hua was here to intimidate people, and he also wanted to see if Xue Jiuquan was very accurate in judging people.

After all, Xue Jiuquan said that Zhao Fei would not resist, and he didn't believe it, so he immediately looked like a villain: "This is not your final decision..."

"Cao Hua!"

Before he could finish his words, an angry scolding rang out in the room.

Zhao Tianluo flipped up from the bed, with only a mandarin duck bellyband, looking at his husband incredibly.

Because Zhao Tianluo is slender and slender, he lies behind the round and smooth Zhao Fei and deliberately holds his breath, but he really doesn't find out in advance.

Bang—

The tea cup fell to the ground.

Cao Hua looked at the lady who was not covered in clothes and was a little confused.

"Madam, what a coincidence... are you here too?"

"You...you..."

Zhao Tianluo was furious and didn't know how to describe the man in front of him.

In the past few months, she had a good personal relationship with Zhao Fei. Zhao Fei often visited the mansion of Wu'an Hou. Recently, Cao Hua was on a job at Diankui Si and went out early and returned late. She felt bored, so she ran to her cousin's mansion for one night. She was afraid that Cao Hua would worry, so she greeted Yutang.

Never expected it.

On the first night of my arrival, I saw my husband sneaking into Zhao Fei's boudoir at night.

What can a notorious traitor do when he runs into the room of a lonely and helpless little widow?

I don’t know how many times this ridiculous thing has been done.

She looked down at Zhao Fei, who was anxious and aggrieved, and felt distressed.

It's a widowed woman who is so stupid. Cao Zhe probably saw that she didn't dare to speak out before he started. It's really...
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