Yan Funing didn't sleep well.
In a daze, he came to the other courtyard.
The man looked sinister and cold.
Her intuition told her that he had encountered something unpleasant or difficult in the officialdom.
When he was in this state, she didn't dare to approach him.
Unexpectedly, he stretched out his hand to her and said in a calm voice, "Come here."
Even though she was reluctant, she had to comply with his wishes and moved slowly.
As she got closer, she discovered that there was blood on his palm, which had dried up.
"Don't be afraid, this is not my blood." He said, and then sneered.
She asked casually: "Whose is it?"
"You wash your hands for me. I'll tell you when they're clean."
"Yes."
She brought water and helped him clean his hands.
Xiangyizi wiped it over and over again, changed the water three times, and finally washed it to his satisfaction.
He raised her chin, his smile not reaching his eyes: "It's the blood of a man from your Yan family."
These words shocked her so much that she struggled, but she didn't want him to clamp her jaw and she couldn't escape. She knocked over the basin during the struggle.
There was a crisp sound.
"Fu Ciyi, what do you want? I came to beg you to let them go, but now you tell me that you will kill them."
The man's fingertips rubbed There was a sneer on her skin: "I can let one of the Yan family go."
"Only one person?" She cried.
He leaned close to her ear, and his cold breath brushed her ear: "If you are not good, I will not let this person go."
She was too frightened to cry anymore, and her chest felt violent Heaving, rapid breathing.
Suddenly awake, Yan Funing sat up from the bed.
Dreams are scary, but reality doesn’t seem scary anymore.
Now the Yan family has nothing to do with her, but he was so cold and cruel in the dream, which made her fearful.
Thinking back to last night, he grabbed her hand and pressed it to his chest.
Could it be that what I did when I was drunk was caused by my own experience? ——
Fu Ciyi came back from running and happened to meet Yan Funing leaving the west wing.
The two people's eyes met and they both hurriedly moved away.
While having the morning meal, the couple was speechless.
Only Fu Beimo chirped: "Brother ran so fast just now that we couldn't catch up. Not only that, my brother's ears seemed to be cooked."
Fu Nan glanced at his brother's ears: "Where are they? Ripe?”
“The ears are red, very red.” Fu Beimo said again, “It looks like a cooked shrimp.”
Yan Funing glanced at Fu Ciyi and cursed in her heart. Could it be that by touching his chest, he was still shy after getting up early?
Fu Ciyi's ears have returned to normal at this moment, and he glances at his younger siblings with a commanding gaze: "Eat without speaking."
Fu Beimo muttered in a low voice: "While brother was away, we had a great time talking and laughing while we were eating."
After being glanced at by his brother again, the young man finally pursed his lips and stopped talking.
After dinner, Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing went to town.
Before departure, Fu Ciyi told Fu Beimo and Meng Li: "The stone incident has just happened, you two should not be playful and take care of the house."
The two young men agreed.
When they arrived in town, Fu Ciyi wanted to go to the school to check on the dormitory situation, and Yan Funing proposed to go with him.
"The restaurant business doesn't open that early, I want to be with you."
The man nodded in agreement.
When the couple took Li Xinheng and Caiyu to the dormitory, the director of the pavilion was looking at the roof with his hands on his hips.
Hearing the footsteps, the director of the pavilion turned his head: "Fu Ciyi, you are here. Let me tell you, fortunately you didn't stay in the school the night before, so you escaped."
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Fu Ciyi nodded: "Thank you, Chief of the Pavilion."
The Chief of the Pavilion sighed: "Yesterday I went to the county government to report to the official, but I don't know when I will get the results." Fu Ciyi did not directly say that Fu Zhengqing was behind the scenes. The black hand only said: "The matter of Qiuwei's quota must be fresh in the memory of the pavilion chief. In this case, even if there is a result, the county magistrate may not want to pay attention to it."
The pavilion chief heard it. With deep meaning in his words, he patted Fu Ciyi on the arm: "Fortunately, you are fine. Your status is really embarrassing. Some relatives are worse than enemies."
It stands to reason that Fu Ciyi is the nephew of County Magistrate Fu. , should be taken care of.
But when it came to the family property, and since the nephew was better than his son, Magistrate Fu would probably turn a blind eye to the stone matter.
Thinking of this, the pavilion chief said again: "You have to be on guard at all times from now on."
He has not made any great achievements in managing Qingshan Town, but he is quite accurate in judging people. The young people in front of him have a promising future. Limited quantity.
The more difficult the environment, the more talented people can emerge.
Yan Funing knew that if the pavilion chief was as good as Li Zheng, Fu Ciyi's position as concubine would probably be gone again. If the pavilion chief makes things difficult, their life in the town will be difficult.
It was rare for the pavilion director to be upright, so she sincerely thanked her: "My husband, I am very grateful for the pavilion director's care. I would like to invite the pavilion director to Liu Ji Restaurant at noon today. I wonder if the pavilion director can give me a favor?"
The pavilion director smashed it. Ba Zui: "Can I order the Buddha to jump over the wall and eat it?"
Yan Funing smiled: "Of course you can."
"That's great!" The pavilion chief thought for a while and then said, "I still want to eat it." I want to eat pig intestines.”
Yan Funing nodded: “Whatever the pavilion leader wants to eat, I can eat it!”
The director of the pavilion smiled and pointed at her head: "Sensible girl, good!"
He then pointed to a pile of new tiles on the ground: "Since Fu Ciyi said so, the county government will not send anyone. Come check. The holes in the roof need to be repaired in time, and the house needs to be tidied up. "I'll go find the bricklayer to fix it," said Ting. "Don't bother me. I have no classes today, so I can just practice by myself."
The pavilion chief nodded: "That's fine, I'll go back. Let's meet at the restaurant at noon."
It's still important.
The five taels of silver Buddha jumped over the wall, which he could not bear to eat on weekdays.
The little lady is treating me to a treat today, so he needs to eat more.
After the pavilion chief left, Fu Ciyi and the others entered the dormitory.
On the pillow in front of me, there is a big stone, as big as a human head.
Li Xinheng stepped forward, picked up the stone, and said angrily: "If this stone hits your head, your head will turn into paste." After saying that, he went out of the house to throw the stone away.
Fu Ciyi called out to him: "Don't throw it away."
"Master, do you want to leave evidence?"
Fu Ciyi: "Yes."
Keep the stone. It's useful. It will be just right to use it to hit Fu Zhengqing's head in the future.
Li Xinheng came back and put the stone in the corner.
Fu Ciyi moved the ladder over and started repairing the holes in the roof with Li Xinheng.
Yan Funing took off the pillow, took off the pillowcase and soaked it in the water, and took the pillow core outside to dry in the sun.
There were a lot of broken tiles and dust on the bed, so he and Caiyu swept up the bamboo together, and the blanket on the bed was soaked in water.
The master and servant washed the pillowcases and blankets.
After the roof repair is completed, the four of them clean the house together.
The weather was hot, and by noon, the pillowcases and blankets that had been exposed in the morning were already dry.
Yan Funing came in, put on the pillows, and folded the blankets herself.
Fu Ciyi looked at her quietly.
It would have been better if she had not withdrawn from his marriage.
Yan Funing finished her work and turned around: "Okay, let's go to the restaurant."
Fu Ciyi withdrew his gaze and took the lead.
When the four of them arrived at the restaurant, the pavilion chief was already chatting with Liu Song.
Yan Funing walked a few steps quickly: "Uncle, today I want to invite the director of the pavilion to dinner. Are there any private rooms left?"
"Yes." Liu Song raised his hand, "There are two private rooms left. One of them was appointed by a nobleman in the capital." (End of Chapter)