The condition of Fu Beimo's head was complicated and he couldn't inject it for too long. After he finished eating the sesame peanut candy, Yan Funing stopped the injection.
The silver needles on the table are also put away.
Seeing his sister-in-law put away the silver needle, Fu Beimo was surprised: "Sister-in-law, won't you prick me?"
"Prick me again after some time. When you are not afraid anymore, be mentally prepared. Then I'll prick her."
Fu Beimo touched his head and said honestly: "I'm not afraid if my sister-in-law said no.
After all, he was still afraid of needles.
Yan Funing knew that her acupuncture was effective.
In modern times, when she just learned to walk, she watched her grandparents perform acupuncture.
Probably it was all that I heard and saw at that time.
Now, what she lacks is clinical experience.
Watching Fu Beimo skipping out of the hall, waving to Meng Li to practice sword practice with him, his innocent look that day made Yan Funing smile lightly.
Fu Ciyi looked sideways at her, suddenly feeling an inexplicable emotion in his heart.
She treats Bei Mo really well, from the bottom of her heart.
And she always felt that she had some purpose for being nice to him.
After a while, Lu Wenfeng came.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, he greeted Fu Ciyi: "Brother Ciyi." His eyes turned to Wan Niang, and he gave a junior salute: "Auntie is well."
Looking up to see Fu Nanyao , and called: "Miss Fu."
Finally, he turned his eyes to Yan Funing, wondering what to call her?
Sister-in-law?
Inappropriate.
After hesitating for a while, she called out: "Miss Yan Er."
Yan Funing nodded lightly and left the main room.
I don’t know what Lu Wenfeng did here this time. She was not interested in knowing, so she quickly returned to the west wing and continued to sew cowhide.
Fu Ciyi asked Lu Wenfeng to take a seat.
The others walked away one after another, leaving only two people sitting in the room.
Fu Ciyi poured a glass of water for Lu Wenfeng: "Is there any news?"
Lu Wenfeng didn't dislike the bamboo teacup. Maybe he was thirsty, so he drank all the water in the cup. .
Then he asked Fu Minghe about what happened yesterday at the Fu Mansion, and said in detail: "...Fu Minghe refused to reveal anything."
Fu Ciyi frowned when he heard this: "How does he look?"
"When I mentioned Bei Mo, Fu Minghe looked subtle."
With this sentence, Fu Ciyi knew that the attack on Nan Yao and Bei Mo was related to Fu Minghe. At least Fu Minghe knew something.
Lu Wenfeng shamelessly picked up the teapot, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.
"This is one thing I'm going to talk about today, and there's another thing that Ci Yi Xiandi is definitely willing to know."
"What's the matter?"
Lu Wenfeng lowered his voice: "Fu Zhengqing will be promoted to magistrate of Ling County."
Fu Ciyi's voice was very light: "At the beginning of last year, the magistrate of Ling County was vacant. Fu Zhengqing, as the county magistrate, acted as the acting magistrate."
The people of Ling County have already defaulted Fu Zhengqing as the county magistrate.
The Yan family married their daughter to the Fu family precisely because of this, the so-called money and power transaction.
Lu Wenfeng also said: "Last year, I mentioned that I would be promoted at the beginning of this year, but there has been no news in the past few months. I thought that this was the end of the matter. How could I have imagined that I would learn the news last night? "
Fu Ciyi asked directly: "Why is it so sudden now?"
Lu Wenfeng said ashamedly: "It has something to do with the Lu family in the capital."
"Your cousin?"
Lu Wenfeng nodded: "Last night, I stole something from my grandfather's place. I heard that Fu Zhengqing sent several boxes of gold and silver jewelry to Beijing at the beginning of this year." He paused slightly and said, "It was my uncle who was a fifth-rank official."
Fu Ci. Yi's eyebrows raised: "Look at his expression, you don't like this cousin?"
"It's hard to say whether you like this uncle or not. Because of him, our Lu family is prosperous." Lu Wenfeng waved his hand, no. I would like to talk more about this person, and return to what I just said, "Fu Zhengqing's boxes of gold and silver jewelry have two purposes."
Fu Ciyi said softly: "The first is Fu Zhengqing's own official career, and the second is to pave the way for Fu Minghe to come to Beijing to take the exam." Lu Wenfeng gave a thumbs up: "When talking to smart people, it's just a matter of one point."
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Fu Ciyi poured him a glass of water: "There is no tea at home."
"It doesn't matter." Lu Wenfeng took another sip of water, "Brother Ciyi, now I Not only do I want you to win the championship in autumn, I also hope that you can defeat Fu Minghe in spring. Then let’s see what use their few boxes of gold and silver can be used for.”
Fu Ciyi’s slender fingers were on the bamboo teacup. He lightly nodded: "If Qiu Wei's ranking is higher than that of Fu Minghe, what do you think he will do?"
After hearing this, Lu Wenfeng perked up and said, "Then his face will be lost!"
After saying this, he burst into laughter.
Smiling, then frowning: "I don't have the strength."
"Why not give it a try?"
"You're right, I have to do it anyway. If you do well in the exam, my face will be bright." Lu Wenfeng seemed to be inspired, and stood up and bowed to Fu Ciyi, "I'm going back to read."
Fu Ciyi didn't leave anyone behind and sent them directly out of the courtyard.
Out of the courtyard gate, Lu Wenfeng saw Fu Nanyao at the door of the east wing and waved goodbye to her: "Miss Fu, I'm going back."
Fu Nanyao glanced at him, no. Pay attention to him.
Lu Wenfeng was not annoyed and said, "See you another day."
Fu Nanyao remained silent.
When Meng Li, who was practicing swordsmanship with Fu Beimo, saw this, he felt an inexplicable feeling of inferiority in his heart.
This Lu Wenfeng came several times and always smiled at Miss Nanyao. It would be fine if the person named Lu didn't have any thoughts.
But as stupid as he is, he can see that the man named Lu is not ordinary to Miss Nan Yao.
Looking back at myself, what kind of identity do I have, how can I have undue thoughts about my mistress?
Thinking like this, the sword used to fight Fu Beimo was a bit fierce.
Fu Beimo's eyes narrowed and he immediately accepted the challenge.
The two immediately entered into a selfless battle.
Li Xinheng and Caiyu were stunned.
Caiyu: "Uncle Li, look at me, I am young and I learn quickly."
Li Xinheng clenched his fist: "My fist is very strong!"
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Caiyu: "You are older too."
Li Xinheng raised his hand: "Caiyu, let's also make some gestures?"
Caiyu didn't say anything and directly punched Li Xinheng's fist.
Li Xinheng didn’t expect Caiyu’s fist to be hard, so he used 100% of his strength.
There was a muffled sound.
The shock made Caiyu's finger joints ache.
She jumped and waved her hands: "Uncle Li, you are serious!"
Li Xinheng grabbed Caiyu's fist with his two big hands and blew her with all his strength.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just forgot that you are a woman."
Caiyu was dumbfounded and shouted to the west wing at the top of her voice: "Girl, Uncle Li bullied me!"
Yan Funing, who was sewing cowhide, was startled when the embroidery needle stuck into her fingertips.
"Ah——"
The shout was so soft that no one else heard it, not even the blind Wan Niang, but Fu Ciyi heard it.
He hurried back to his room.
“What’s wrong?”
"No, it's okay." She put her hands behind her back.
She half lowered her head in front of her, and Fu Ciyi lowered his head to look at her.
This look is remarkable, her beautiful eyes are covered with tears, there are still crystal teardrops hanging on her lower eyelashes, and the ends of her eyes are red.
Clearly crying.
He gently held her wrist behind her back, and there was a bright red drop of blood on her fingertips.