A fallen leaf floated in from the window and landed on Murphy's desk.

It turned out that it was late autumn before knew it. don't know how well the teacher is? Her sudden disappearance will definitely make his old man anxious. However, she couldn't find her way home, and maybe she could only live in this strange era all her life.

Murphy stared at the dark night outside the window with a sour feeling in his heart.

"Sir, Yun Ji and Li Ji are asking to see you." Xizhi's announcement came from outside the door.

Murphy replied, "Come in."

Not long after, two beautiful women entered and bowed to Mo Fei.

"What are the two beauties looking for from me?"

Yun Ji replied, "The weather is getting colder, and the Nujia and Li Ji specially sewed a few sets of winter clothes for the master."

Only then did Murphy notice the clothes they were holding in their hands, thinking that she really hadn't bought new clothes for a long time. Last time, she took out half of the cloth and silk cotton that Wu Yue rewarded to those beauties who came in. The cloud in front of her eyes Ji and Li Ji are two of them.

It seems that they used those cloths to make clothes for her, and wanted to win her favor, but unfortunately, she is a fake man who has no luck to accept the favor of women.

But Murphy didn't intend to refuse the clothes they brought up.

"Bring it over and I'll try it." Murphy said and got up.

Joy flashed in the eyes of the two Meiji, and they quickly got up and walked over.

Li Ji undressed her, while Yun Ji displayed her new clothes one by one.

Fortunately, the clothes he is wearing now are thicker, and he just took off two layers of clothes. Murphy is not worried about being found.

"The weather is cold, so I won't change my underwear." Murphy stopped Li Ji's movements.

The two women then picked up the new clothes and put them on for Murphy.

Mo Fei, who opened his arms, thought to himself, it's no wonder that men like to hug from the left to the right. It's different when a beautiful woman serves her. Even a fake man like her feels corrupt.

The winter clothes of this era are triple or multi-layer clothes, the inner clothes are silk, the middle clothes are silk, and the outer clothes are brocade. The winter clothes of the rich and aristocrats are made of fine cotton, the material is exquisite, the robes with wide sleeves and rich borders, although the embroidery is not yet developed, but the clothes have extraordinary color mixing skills, and the layers are layered.

When Li Ji was tying Mo Fei's belt, the voice of Xizhi outside the door hurriedly said: "Sir, Your Highness is here..."

Mo Fei was stunned for a moment, and before he could let the two girls step aside, he saw Wu Yue in Chinese clothes stride in.

When he saw the situation inside the house, he paused slightly before walking in.

The two women hurriedly knelt on the ground, just now they felt a killing intent at the same time, as if they would be dead in a different place in the next moment.

Murphy took the girdle that he had just dropped from Li Ji's hand, and slowly saluted Wu Yue.

"I don't know if the lord is coming, Futu is disrespectful."

Wu Yue looked at the two women kneeling on the ground, and said lightly, "It seems that these beauties that this king rewarded are very much in line with Futu's intention."

Murphy nodded: "They are ingenious and considerate, which is really good. Futu thanks the lord for his reward again."

Wu Yue's lips tensed, how could he feel that he was self-inflicted?

"Master, please take your seat." Mo Fei greeted Wu Yue, then turned to the two women and said, "You go down first and ask Xizhi to serve tea."

The two women withdrew as if receiving amnesty.

Wu Yue sat down, but his eyes kept staring at Murphy. After a long while, he said, "It's very good for you to wear this dress." In the past, he had seen Murphy in plain clothes, but now he suddenly changed into this gorgeous clothes. Robe, elegant and bright, more handsome.

"Thank you for your compliment, lord." Murphy looked at the girdle in his hand, and said a little embarrassedly, "Fu Tu's clothes are not neat, please allow me to dress neatly inside."

Wu Yue nodded slightly.

Murphy then turned to the screen and tied the girdle.

The screen was translucent, and the shadows of people were vaguely visible over there. He heard the rubbing sound of fabrics in his ears, and his eyes moved to the loose clothes that Mo Fei had just changed, which made Wu Yue have an illusion that that man In fact, it is undressing him. As soon as this idea appeared, it seemed as if a wild beast wanted to escape from its cage.

After a while, Murphy came out and happened to see Xizhi serving tea in.

"It's a pity, clean up the clothes you've scrambled around." After the order, Murphy said to Wu Yue again, "It's really rude to be so messy."

"It's okay, come and sit." Wu Yue lowered his eyes, hiding his unspeakable thoughts.

Murphy sat down and asked, "I don't know if the lord is visiting late at night, what is the important thing?"

This was the first time Wu Yue had entered her yard. Although she lived not far from his master bedroom, Wu Yue had never been there.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I can't sleep at night, so I suddenly wanted to come to Futu for a drink." Wu Yue took a sip of tea and replied lightly.

drink wine? Murphy's alcohol intake is actually not bad, but she never drinks in front of people easily, which is self-protection and prudence.

She thought about it and said, "Drinking hurts your body. If the lord doesn't mind, how about drinking a few sips of soup with Futu?"

"Drink soup?"

Murphy nodded: "Fu Tu likes to make soup, especially when the weather is getting colder and colder. Drinking soup can help you exercise and warm your stomach, so Fu Tu will cook a cup of soup in his kitchen every night."

"Fu Tu made the soup himself?" Wu Yue was quite interested. Although there was no such thing as a gentleman in this era, but ordinary men disdain cooking. Of course, most poor people don't pay attention to this.

"Yes." Murphy asked, "How? Would your lord like to try it?"

"Of course."

Murphy then ordered Xizhi to serve the soup.

I made lotus root pork rib soup tonight, it's simple, but it tastes good. Some time ago, she specially asked someone to make a tool for refining salt. Although she couldn't refine it in large quantities, it was enough to just produce what she needed. So although Murphy is not very skilled in cooking, it is still delicious to make soup with refined salt.

After taking a sip of the soup, he immediately felt warm all over his body. Wu Yue was a little surprised that the smell was strong, and his restless heart was slowly calmed down by the bowl of soup.

"I didn't expect Fu Tu's cooking skills to be so superb." Wu Yue boasted. He has eaten so many delicious dishes that he has never been so happy.

"My lord has won the prize. Futu is just to satisfy one's appetite. Except for soup, other dishes are not good at it."

Wu Yue said, "Just now, Futu said that he would make soup every night?"

"Here."

"Does Futu mind adding one more person?"

"My lord means..." Isn't it? isn't it? Your old man wants to come every day?

"The soup made by Futu is very suitable for this king. After dealing with business affairs every night, this king often feels hungry, and the dishes in the kitchen, this king is tired of eating."

"Uh... Futu can pass the recipe of these soups to the master's cook." The point is the difference in salt...

Wu Yue's eyes narrowed and he said, "Is Fu Tu rejecting it?"

Mo Fei was silent for a while before he said: "Since the lord doesn't dislike it, then Futu will be waiting for the whole table." His face was calm, but his heart was beating his chest. Just drinking with him just now, what kind of soup to drink!

"So good." Wu Yue nodded in satisfaction.

On the second day, Wu Yue sent people to deliver a lot of ingredients, and they also told them to tell them, but if they were lacking, they could report them directly. At the same time, he also found Rong Zhen's best tailor to make tailor-made clothes for Mo Fei, choosing the best fabrics and using the most expensive spices. Although it is not luxurious, it is definitely a special treatment that the rest do not have.

Shangqing Futu received this favor, and once again was in the limelight.

If Murphy knew that a bowl of soup would lead to such consequences, then killing her would not make Wu Yue drink any more soup! In the future, if Wu Yue asked her to drink, she would definitely not drink soup!

Now every night when Wu Yue comes around, the first thing he asks is, "What soup do you want to drink tonight?" Murphy can make dozens of soups, and usually changes the pattern, so Wu Yue also followed suit.

Of course, in addition to drinking soup, Wu Yue would also find Mo Fei to play chess and taste tea, or study calligraphy, or discuss the current situation. The harmonious "nightlife" of the two began in this way. Wu Yue enjoyed this kind of relaxation very much. Every time he returned from Murphy, he could fall asleep peacefully. And Murphy also went from being reluctant at the beginning to being indifferent later.

In fact, getting along with Wu Yue was not as difficult as he imagined. After getting acquainted with him gradually, Murphy sometimes even saved his etiquette, and often regarded this man with great power as an ordinary person.

No matter whether other people looked shocking or not, at least Wu Yue was very satisfied with the closeness with Murphy now. Neither of them noticed that such a state had already exceeded the distance between ordinary rulers and ministers. Wu Yue didn't care, but Murphy was accustomed to it, but instead ignored it.

Those who know the most about the situation are probably the personal servants of Wu Yue and Mo Fei. They are very sensitive to this aspect, and the growing ambiguity between the two is too obvious. Wu Yue's fiery gaze was barely concealed in private, but Murphy was still unaware. Whether it was before or now, she had no experience with it. She grew up under the strict education of her tutor. Apart from studying, she usually has almost no extra time to fall in love.

Xizhi and Yuezhi knew it in their hearts, they looked at Wu Mo and Wu Mo with inexplicable eyes from time to time.

"Winter is approaching, countries will begin to suspend their troops, and Rong Zhen will also enter a period of recuperation. What does Futu think can be developed now?" Wu Yue asked while drinking tea.

Murphy blocked the distressed yawn with his sleeve and replied, "Master, why don't you start a school."

"Open a school?"

"There are many talented people in the master's family, and most of them are idle. It is better to open a public school, attract a large number of schoolchildren, and use those talented people as teachers to preach and teach. Now that papermaking has a certain scale, it is easier to compile teaching materials. Cultivation is the focus of the future, why don't you take the lead?"

"Good idea." Wu Yue knocked on the table lightly, and asked again, "Has there been any specific plans for Futu?"

"Um... school building site selection, teacher selection, student recruitment, recruitment conditions, textbook compilation, assessment methods..." Mo Fei sat on his knees, but leaned his upper body against the window sill, with one hand on his forehead, a faint look He looked sleepy, and his voice became lower and lower.

"Fu Tu?" Wu Yue called out softly.

Murphy murmured a few times, closed his eyes, and seemed unable to stop his sleepiness.

Recently, Wu Yue left more and more late, so she often lacked sleep. Later, she slowly let down her guard, so she didn't do much resistance when she was drowsy.

In a daze, I felt that I was picked up by the waist, and then placed on the familiar bed.

Murphy subconsciously hugged the quilt, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

This kind of contented expression is rare. Because of his facial paralysis, Murphy's face never shows an overly exaggerated expression, and he rarely even smiles. However, the smile appeared at this time, with an indescribable laziness, which made people's hearts soften.

Wu Yue was fascinated, his eyebrows, eyes and lips all attracted him.

He leaned closer, kissed the long-awaited lips gently, tasted it carefully, and touched his tongue and teeth.

With the gradual deepening, Wu Yue's breath became heavier and heavier. His lips ran along his cheeks and slowly moved towards his neck, and a large hand also stroked the elbow in his sleeve...

"Well..." Mo Fei suddenly made a snort, unconsciously pulled over the quilt, buried his head in it, and blocked Wu Yue's attack.

Wu Yue moved for a while, and the young man under him was like a poppy, making his heart mad with desire. But seeing the men's clothes on him, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes. With his status, no one can refuse his favor, but this young man is talented, and if he takes possession of him forcefully, it will probably destroy him. His talent, he wants, his people, he also wants. It is difficult to have both.

"Fu Tu, what should this king do with you?" Wu Yue lay on his side beside Mo Fei, whispering to himself.

This time he stopped, but how long could he endure it? For the first time, he doubted his own concentration.

Futu, don't betray him, and don't leave him, otherwise...