The Wife of the Wealthy Family Is Fierce and Cute

When Feng Ling heard this, she stepped up and walked outside.

Sure enough, outside the gate, a carriage was parked there.

When she walked over, several guards hurriedly saluted her: "Master Priest."

Then an attendant said: "Master Priest, the books in this carriage are all kinds of folk books that we found from Wangcheng and several nearby towns, and other books will be delivered to you one after another in the next few days."

Feng Ling knew what was going on without asking, a trace of indescribable emotion suddenly flashed in her heart.

She motioned to her guard: "Move the books to my study."

After the guards moved all the books in, Feng Ling said to the guard who delivered the books: "Thanks for your hard work."

Then went to the study.

The people Wang sent out to collect the books collected all kinds of books.

Feng Ling reads books very quickly, basically every few minutes. She didn't even read the title of the book when she picked it up. When she suddenly opened a little yellow book with rich pictures and texts, her expression was so exciting.

And by coincidence, she happened to be staring at one of the poses above and thought: So we ancients also had such unrestrained behavior when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Feng Ling turned her head and stared blankly at Wang who walked in, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why didn't you knock on the door."

Wang walked over to take a look at the book in her hand, and said calmly, "Knock it, it's because you read too seriously."

After speaking, he walked in front of her, looked down at the page in her hand, and his eyes sank.

Feng Ling blinked her eyes, and then remembered to close the book and hide it behind her back. She blushed hurriedly to separate the relationship: "You sent someone to find it."

"En." Wang Chang stretched out his arms, walked around behind her and took the book, and opened the book with that calm expression.

Feng Ling was dissatisfied, and subconsciously called his name again: "Jing Zhou, how can you read this kind of book in front of me!"

Wang raised his eyes to look at her, seemed to think about it, and then closed the book, "You are right, this kind of book is not suitable for you to read now, so it is confiscated."

Feng Ling: "..."

Feng Ling opened her mouth, wanting to say something back.

However, thinking that this person is a king with no memory of future generations, he could only snort at him dissatisfied.

Wang put the books into his loose sleeves, and said to her with a serious face, "The next batch of books has arrived, and I have to check them before you can read them."

Feng Ling looked at him directly with those big eyes.

Wang Hui looked into her eyes, and suddenly changed the subject: "You grounded Feng Lan, did you find something?"

Feng Ling opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Wang frowned, thinking that she didn't want to talk about it, so he said, "You must have noticed something. I will send someone to investigate. If Feng Lan really has the intention of being unfaithful to you, I will make her disappear."

When Feng Ling heard this, a strange feeling suddenly flashed in her heart.

When she went through the past few months, Wang never doubted Feng Lan.

Could it be... Wang already has the consciousness of Dian Yan?

Thinking of this, Feng Ling looked at Wang, her heart was pounding, and suddenly it beat a little too fast.

Seeing Feng Ling's eyes like this made Wang feel hot, and his throat rolled.

He covered her eyes with his hand, and his voice was hoarse and dangerous: "Xiao Ling'er, do you know what will happen if you look at a man with such eyes?"

With his eyes covered, Feng Ling subconsciously blinked twice in the palm of his hand.

The next moment, Wang took a deep breath, and then pulled her into his arms.

He whispered in her ear: "Xiao Ling'er, don't provoke this king's patience, or I'm afraid I won't be able to wait five months."

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, then her face immediately turned red.

...

In the next few days, as long as books were delivered from outside, Wang would show up on time. He first read the titles of each book before letting Feng Ling read the contents.

During this period, as expected, several more such erotic histories were found.

Every time, Wang would put the book back into his sleeve and take it with him when he left.

Every time Feng Ling watched him take that kind of book away, she felt an urge to ask him where he took that kind of book.

In fact, she still wanted to ask if he would read it.

But this idea is just a thought.

After the fifth day, Feng Ling finally saw a strange book that said about rebirth.

It also said that one party remembers the previous life and this life, and after the other party forgets, how does the remembering party wake up the memory of the party who has no memory.

Just looking at it, Feng Ling felt something was wrong.

How about this Zhiguai?

It turned out to be a bit similar to Yanshi, which is to let one party use his own body to wake up the other party.

Seeing this, Feng Ling suddenly took a guilty look at Wang who simply brought state affairs here to deal with, thinking that if he really did what he did in the book, he wondered if he could wake up his memory as Yan.

The most important point is that chastity is so important to people in this era, if she takes the initiative, I don't know what he will think.

When Feng Ling looked at Wang, Wang found out.

He originally enjoyed Feng Ling's staring eyes, but seeing that she had been staring at him, he finally had no intention of working, so he raised his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

After asking, he stood up and walked in front of her.

Feng Ling didn't know if she was guilty, so she closed the book in her hand before saying, "It's fine."

Wang's eyes deepened, and he raised his hand to take the book from her, and quickly flipped through it.

"Hey, Jing Zhou, return the book to me."

Feng Ling said that she was going to grab it.

Wang was even more sure that there must be something in this book.

He held the book up to prevent Feng Ling from snatching it, and continued to flip through it.

"Big villain, I told you that there is nothing in this book!"

Feng Ling was in a hurry, and immediately put her arms around his arm, and with a touch of her toes, she was about to jump up and grab him.

Wang Kong put one hand around her waist and fixed it in the crook of his arm. He said, "You are guilty, and... the big villain? Hmm... who is the big villain?"

The two of them were too close at this time, and as soon as Feng Ling rubbed against each other, he had no intention of turning the page, but he cared about these three words very much.

His little Ling'er has never called him a big villain in this tone.

Feng Ling didn't know what he was thinking, so she stretched out a hand to cover his eyes, and at the same time stood on tiptoe to get the book.

Wang's body was thrown backwards, and Feng Ling was led to fall forwards.

Then, her lips were on his Adam's apple.

She felt Wang's Adam's apple rolling and breathing much heavier than usual.

Feng Ling was in a daze, and subconsciously hugged his neck, not knowing what to do.

In the next second, her chin was lifted, and the back of her head was held down by a big palm.

The hot lips pressed down.

Wang didn't let her go until he was almost out of breath.

Feng Ling lay on his chest, breathing disorderly.

A restrained and hoarse voice came from above his head: "Xiao Ling'er, do you know who the person you kissed just now?"

Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, and didn't realize why he would ask such a question for a while.

Then I heard him say in a domineering voice: "Remember, I am your Jingzhou, and I can only be called by you. Forget about that man named Yan."

Feng Ling: "..."

He still cares about this?

Feng Ling suddenly nodded.

This time Wang obviously didn't intend to let Feng Ling go. Seeing that she was silent, he put his arms around her waist directly, approached her with his lips, and pretended to kiss her again.

"Xiao Ling'er, promise me."

Feng Ling opened her mouth, not knowing how to promise him at all.

Wang's eyes became dark in an instant.

Feeling the changes in his body, Feng Ling hurriedly pushed him and said, "You...don't be impulsive."

Wang looked deeply into her eyes, and after a while he suppressed the anger in his body, leaned his chin on her shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Ling'er, I don't want to scare you, and I don't want to make things difficult for you." , but... don't do things that are sorry for this king."

If his people could find out who the man named Yan was, he wouldn't be so impulsive.

It was because he couldn't find out that he was on the verge of being irritable at any time. He was worried that he wouldn't be able to wait for their wedding.

Feng Ling felt his violent emotions, subconsciously stroked his back, thought for a while, and asked tentatively: "If I say that Yan is you in the future, do you believe it?"

"Believe it, as long as it is what you say, I will believe it."

"..."

Obviously don't believe it!

...

Wang had a lot of state affairs to attend to, and soon he left.

Feng Ling sat there for a while, and finally picked up the strange novel (Wang forgot to take it away) and continued to read. This time, she deliberately slowed down, although the method of letting Ren have the memory of the past and present life in it was really difficult. He opened his mouth, but it also gave Feng Ling a little inspiration.

When Feng Ling came out of the study, it was already dark.

Early the next morning, the High Priest sent someone over to Feng Ling and said, "Master Priest, the High Priest asked you to go over and discuss this year's Spring Harvest Sacrifice."

Feng Ling nodded, changed her clothes and went to the high priest's bedroom.

The high priest injured his root last time when he rescued the general, and he has been recuperating in the bedroom during this time. When she saw Feng Ling coming in, she hurriedly beckoned her to sit there.

She said: "Master can't organize the sacrificial ceremony for the spring harvest this year, so you should organize it then."

Feng Ling would have organized this kind of large-scale sacrificial ceremony a long time ago, and she didn't refuse: "Okay, Master."

Then the two talked about how to organize this sacrificial ceremony and what to do when the time comes.

Speaking of this, the high priest suddenly said: "You will organize the sacrificial ceremony, and you must have your guardian to protect you."