Not only Hong Qingyi thought so, but Yan Funing also thought so.
She followed her mother's instructions and took Fu Ciyi into her courtyard, and then asked: "What do you want to say to me?"
After all, someone had said before that only Holding her in his arms, he slept soundly.
Unexpectedly, Fu Ciyi stretched out his hand: "I'm really here to let you feel your pulse."
"Oh."
Yan Funing frowned slightly and reached out to feel his pulse.
In just a moment, he looked at him: "Have you been suffering from insomnia and dreaminess lately?"
"That's true. Is there a solution?"
"I'll give you a prescription. Come on, give it a try, and if it doesn't work out, come find me again." Yan Funing let go of his wrist and went to her study.
Fu Ciyi followed in and helped her grind the ink.
Yan Funing dipped her pen in ink, and after a while, she wrote a recipe and handed it to him: "Three bowls of water, boil one bowl, take it every night before going to bed. If you feel bitter, eat a candied fruit."
“Okay.”
The man glanced at the prescription, folded it in half and then in half, and put it into his clothes.
Yan Funing raised her eyes to look at him.
He has been very strange recently. Not only is he strange, but he also seems to have a lot of secrets about him.
"Tomorrow is the first day of October, a few days away from the eighth day of the lunar month. Does Mr. Fu have anything to say to me?"
"What did you say?" Fu Ciyi asked.
“You can’t see each other three days before the wedding, so you have nothing to say?”
“No.”
Fu Ciyi turned around and pretended to look at the scenery outside the house.
But he thought in his heart, give him some time, and he will be able to drive away the woman in the dream.
"Oh, okay." Yan Funing arranged her writing, "I need to read some medical books here, please help yourself."
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Fu Ciyi paced outside.
When he walked into the courtyard, Yan Funing raised her eyes and looked at his back through the window.
I agreed to marry him because he had some leverage in the Yan family.
Having gambled her whole life, she began to feel a little confused at this moment, wondering if she had done the right thing.
After all, after marriage, if he feels that she is not suitable to be his wife, regrets it, and tells the truth about the Yan family's private military raising, what will she do then?
Unless the Yan family's secret power is so great that no one dares to mess with it.
The crossbow made by Long Xu gave her a lot of ideas.
Every business on East Third Street will be done, and she will make a lot of money by then.
When it comes to making weapons, there are two talents beside her, one is Long Xu and the other is Tong Cheng.
It's just that Long Xu is a royal child, even though he is half of the Yan family...
That's all, apart from Long Xu, she has a lot of ideas for weapons of her own.
If there ever comes a time when the man who is far away in front of her will definitely turn against her, then the court will no longer be able to tolerate the Yan family.
There is only one way for her to protect the Yan family!
Hopefully I will never go down this road.
Yan Funing sighed, picked up the pen again, and started painting.
A quarter of an hour later, Yan Bojian wandered in.
Hearing the footsteps, Yan Funing knew it was the third brother, so she did not chase him away. She just said: "Master Fu said he wanted to look for my brother, but he didn't look for you?"
"He looked for the second brother. , talking about the Hanlin Academy."
Yan Bojian pulled up a chair and sat across from his sister. When she saw the weapon on the paper, she was surprised and said: "Sister, what you drew is a horizontal knife with a blood groove. ?”
“Third brother has good eyesight!”
“I want one.” Yan Bojian’s eyes lit up.
"When the time comes, I will ask Tong Cheng to make it and give it to Third Brother."
Yan Bojian said excitedly: "The Hengdao with the health groove will definitely be invincible." "I think so too."
Yan Funing nodded and drew on the paper carefully.
Yan Bojian lowered his voice: "If my sister were a man, my grandfather would definitely be happy."
Hearing this, Yan Funing paused with her pen: "What do you mean, third brother?"
"The crossbow you drew for Long Xu a few days ago, plus the horizontal sword you drew today, sister, you are a talented person with weapons." Yan Bojian asked excitedly, "You think grandpa will be unhappy?"
Yan Funing pretended not to know about the Yan family's military affairs: "Grandpa fights geese and walks dogs all day long, how can he be happy? He might even scold him. I’m not doing my job properly.”
“You don’t believe it?”
“You don’t believe it.”
"Hurry up and paint. When you finish painting, I will take you to find your grandfather."
"Okay."
Yan Funing continued to paint.
Two quarters of an hour later, the brother and sister took the picture to Dongyuan.
It was already evening, and Mr. Guo was feeding the geese by the pond.
Seeing his grandchildren coming over, he waved: "Boy, girl, come and help me feed."
Yan Bojian shook his head, took the painting away from his sister, and walked a few steps quickly to his grandfather's side. Quietly unfold the middle part of the painting for him to see.
With just one glance, the old man’s gray beard instantly shone brightly.
A pair of eyes widened, as if they had received a treasure.
He immediately called the servants waiting in the corridor, gave the servants the grain in his hands, and clapped his hands, asking his grandchildren to follow him.
The three of them, grandfather and grandson, entered the study.
The old Duke asked his personal guards to guard outside, while he closed the study door.
Then he asked his grandchildren: "Where did you get this painting?"
Without waiting for their answer, he pinched Yan Bojian's ears and scolded: "You bastard." "You went to the palace to steal the treasure?"
"Grandpa, it hurts." Yan Bojian begged for mercy, "How dare I, my grandson, draw this?"
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The old man snatched the painting, unfolded it, and spread it on the desk.
Look at it carefully, and then laugh loudly.
Smiling, smiling, his eyes suddenly filled with tears.
Seeing him like this, Yan Funing was at a loss: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"
The old Duke nodded with a smile and said excitedly: "Girl, if you don't tell me that when grandpa sees you, I know you are my granddaughter. Only the Yan family can draw such weapons.”
Yan Bo simply said: "Grandpa, my sister drew a crossbow for Long Xu a few days ago. You also know the lethality of the crossbow, and the crossbow my sister drew can fire continuously."
Can How lethal a repeating crossbow must be.
The old Duke said solemnly: "You have to tell Long Xu about this. You must not show the crossbow diagram to others."
Yan Bojian responded: "I know, I I'll send someone to tell you later."
The old man patted Yan Funing on the arm: "Girl, good girl! There are some things that my grandfather wants to tell you. Our Yan family is the leader of the family because of our merits. Take back your military power. Since you have such a high talent, you should hide it. How many weapons have you painted?”
Yan Funing said frankly: "I have drawn swords and daggers for Fu Beimo and others before, and they are all of ordinary standards. The only ones with such lethality are the crossbow for my little cousin and today's horizontal knife."
The old Duke nodded: "Okay, you can draw in the future, but don't show it to others."
"Grandpa, I understand."
"Good girl!"
The old Duke put away the horizontal knife picture and returned it to Yan Funing.
"The girl is getting married, and my grandfather must give her a treasure."
As he said that, he opened the secret compartment, took out a square brocade box, and gave it to Yan Funing.
"Heavy, what is it?"
Yan Funing opened it curiously, and inside it turned out to be a luminous pearl the size of a fist. In an instant, the study room was as bright as day.
“A good baby should be given to my granddaughter as a wedding gift.”
The old man laughed.
Yan Funing smiled so hard that her eyebrows arched: "Thank you, grandpa!"
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Soon, the wedding day will come. (End of this chapter)