Yan Funing didn't sleep well. In a daze, he came to the other courtyard. The man's face was sinister and cold. Her intuition told her that he had encountered something unsatisfactory or difficult in the officialdom. She didn't dare approach him when he was in this state. Unexpectedly, he stretched out his hand to her and said in a calm voice, "Come here." No matter how reluctant she was, she had to comply with his wishes and moved slowly. As she got closer, she realized that there was blood on his palm, which had dried up. "Don't be afraid, this is not my blood." He said, then sneered. She asked casually: "Whose is it?"
"You wash your hands for me, and I'll tell you when they're clean." "Yes." She brought water and helped him clean his hands. He applied Xiangyizi 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 her skin, and a sneer appeared on his lips: "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 you go." She was too scared to cry anymore, her chest heaved violently and she breathed rapidly. Suddenly waking up, 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 anymore, 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 he did when he was drunk was caused by his own experience? ——
Fu Ciyi came back from running and happened to meet Yan Funing leaving the west wing. Their eyes met, and both hurriedly moved away. During 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 ears seem to be cooked." Fu Nanyao glanced at his brother's ears: "Where are they familiar?" "It's just that the ears are red, very red." Fu Beimo added, "Like cooked shrimps." Yan Funing glanced at Fu Ciyi secretly, and cursed in her heart, could it be that she was touching his chest to make him still shy after getting up early?
Fu Ciyi's ears had returned to normal at this moment, and he glanced at his younger siblings with a majestic gaze: "Eating without speaking." Fu Beimo muttered in a low voice: "When my brother was away, we talked and laughed while eating, which was really fun." 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 setting off, Fu Ciyi told Fu Beimo and Meng Li: "The stone incident has just happened, you two should not be playful and look after 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, it is fortunate that you did not stay in the school the night before, so you can still escape the disaster." Fu Ciyi nodded: "Thank you very much, Mr. Pavilion." The pavilion chief sighed: "I went to the county government yesterday to report to the official, but I don't know when I will get the result." Fu Ciyi did not directly say that Fu Zhengqing was the mastermind behind the scenes. He only said: "The matter of the Qiu Wei quota, the pavilion chief must still remember New. In this case, even if there is a result, the county magistrate may not want to pay attention to it. " The director of the pavilion heard the deep meaning in the words and patted Fu Ciyi's arm: "Fortunately, you are fine. Your status is indeed embarrassing. Some relatives are worse than enemies." It stands to reason that Fu Ciyi is the nephew of Magistrate Fu and should be taken care of. But when it comes to the family property, and since the nephew is better than his son, Magistrate Fu will probably turn a blind eye to the stone matter. Thinking of this, the pavilion chief added: "From now on, you must always be on guard." He has not made any great achievements in managing Qingshan Town, but he is quite accurate in judging people, and the young people in front of him have a bright future. The more difficult the environment, the more talents 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 him: "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 he can give me a favor?" The director of the pavilion said, "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 director thought for a while and then said, "I also want to eat pig intestines." Yan Funing nodded: "Whatever the pavilion leader wants to eat, I can eat!"
The director of the pavilion smiled and pointed at her head: "Good, sensible girl!" He immediately pointed to a pile of new tiles on the ground: "Since Fu Ciyi said so, I guess the county government will not send anyone to check. The holes in the roof must be repaired in time, and the house must be tidied up." As he said that, he stepped up. Walking outside, "I'll find a bricklayer to fix it." Fu Ciyi said: "There is no need to trouble yourself, Pavilion Master. I have no classes today, so I can just practice by myself." The director of the pavilion nodded: "Okay, I'll go back then. Let's meet at the restaurant at noon." Eating is still very 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 today, so he needs to eat more. After the pavilion chief left, Fu Ciyi and the others entered the dormitory. There was a big stone on the pillow in front of me, 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 to him: "Don't throw it away." "Master, do you want to leave evidence?" Fu Ciyi: "Yeah." Keep the stone for use and 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 her pillow, took off the pillowcase and soaked it in the water. She took the pillow core out 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 repairs were completed, the four of them cleaned 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 pillow, and folded the blanket 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. Is there a private room available?"
"Yes." Liu Song raised his hand, "There are two private rooms left, one of which has been reserved by a nobleman from the capital." (End of Chapter)