After the end of the new year, it was the fifteenth day, and the business in the cloth village was gradually booming. Yan Cheng got up every day before Morning and rushed to the cloth village in the north of the city.
The cloth shop has newly imported a batch of fabrics, which were imported from the West, and has not yet appeared in the capital city. Yan Cheng is planning to make some small pendants first for sale, to make some money.
Once the cloth is introduced into the palace, it may be difficult for ordinary people to see it again.
The side room where Song Jinshu often lived was turned into a clothes storage by Yan Cheng, and Song Jinshu, who had nowhere to sleep, had to squeeze into the bed with Yan Cheng every night.
In fact, the bed is not small, Yan Cheng just likes to hold him in his arms from behind, and Song Jinshu can feel the hard and hot thing behind him often.
But Yan Cheng couldn't hold back every night, in this cold winter, Yan Cheng always got up at night to pour cold water on himself. Song Jinshu couldn't see him suffering, but he couldn't open his mouth to persuade him to do that kind of thing to him.
"Well......"
Sensing movement around him, Song Jinshu struggled to wake up, but Yan Cheng pushed him back to his chest and even caressed him a little.
"Today there is a big business in the north of the city. I probably won't come back for lunch at noon. You and elder brother don't have to wait for me."
Yan Cheng tied a belt around his waist, but his eyes stayed on Song Jinshu's red lips, which he held back from licking them.The 60th birthday of the head of the Yue family in the north of the city is approaching, and Yan Cheng is too busy to keep his feet on the ground for the past few days. He has to go to the cloth village to receive distinguished guests in person, and he has to go to the Yue mansion to have these tailored.
After a few days, the whole person lost a lot of weight.
Song Jinshu was woken up and couldn't fall asleep again, so he simply got up with Yan Cheng, dressed in the fiery red fox fur that Yan Cheng brought back from the shop, and followed him out of the room.
Yan Cheng was talking to Yan Chi in the yard, and Yan Chi's illness did not improve until the fifteenth day. He had been lying in bed for nearly half a month, and when he was able to move, he always wanted to come out for a walk.
"Father said that he will send the little brother over in the afternoon. When you come back at night, arrange for some maids to accompany him. He must live in the same yard as he is still young."
After Yan Chi finished speaking a long paragraph, he began to cover his mouth and cough, his face turned pale again.
Yan Cheng was worried about his health and drove him into the room.
"Since father and mother wanted to bring that scourge with them, why did they send him back to the front yard? No one in the front yard would treat him as a baby bump."
Yan Chi laughed at him, turned around, and saw Song Jinshu coming out of the room, walked over with a smile, and took Song Jinshu's hand.
"I want to go to Meilin in the afternoon, together with Jin Shu"
Yan Cheng turned his head and glanced at him, he couldn't do anything to Song Jinshu in front of Yan Chi, so he could only smile at him with his lips curled up, turned around, and left the mansion in a hurry.
Yan Chi looked at Song Jinshu teasingly and smiled, making Song Jinshu look down at his toes in embarrassment.
Worried about bullying his sister-in-law just like that, Yan Chi stopped teasing him, and dragged Song Jinshu to the kitchen, begging him to make a meal of glutinous rice balls for him.
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