After entering the wrong bridal chamber, I went to farm with the powerful minister

Li Xinheng took his mother's arm and said, "There are people in the village who come to collect rice, but they don't have this price."

But Mother Li held on to the money tightly: "Girl, you are generous, I have to keep this money for you to find a wife. When our family holds a wedding banquet, I will give you a few more glasses of wine."

Yan Funing smiled and said to the two young men: "Beimo Ali, you carry the rice, we are back."

The two young men stepped forward, lifted the rice bags left and right, and left.

Mother Li quickly slapped her son on the back: "You are so big, how dare you ask two and a half young men to carry you?"

Li Xinheng walked a few steps quickly, put the rice bag on his shoulders, and walked quickly.

The two young men looked at each other and followed immediately.

Fu Beimo was dissatisfied: "Brother Li is so useless."

Ali was even more dissatisfied: "Brother Li is like this, it seems that my food these days has been in vain."

The two of them jumped to grab the rice bag, but Li Xinheng was tall and big, so they couldn't grab it.

When she got home, Yan Funing asked Li Xinheng to help pour the rice into the rice vat, and the rice bag was returned to him.

"Can I return the rice bag?" Li Xinheng was very embarrassed.

Yan Funing smiled and said: "Your mother will have to spend time sewing such a big rice bag. The fabric must have been bought with money, so of course she has to pay it back."

Li Xinheng rolled up the bag and said, "When the girl came to the village, I realized that there was such a good person in the world."

The women in the village are very picky and will fight for every melon seed and grain of rice.

The girl in front of me is very different from the women in the village!
Yan Funing laughed again: "How can I be so good? You drove us to the county seat for such a long time and you didn't even charge for the ride. Brother Li is the best."

Li Xinheng smiled shyly: "Speaking of going to the county town, at the end of the tenth month, I will take the master and the girl there as usual."

"it is good."
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In the evening, Fu Ciyi returned home.

As soon as he stepped through the courtyard gate, Fu Beimo walked up to him, clamoring to practice more.

Fu Ciyi carried the food box into the kitchen, cleaned his hands, and asked the reason, only to find out the whole story.

Ali, who was lighting the fire behind the stove, also asked for more training.

At this moment, Yan Funing was busy cooking. Fu Ciyi glanced at her back and said to the two young men: "Two laps of running and exercise, and a stick of incense for each step."

Ali: "Master, I'll light the fire."

Fu Ciyi said for the first time: "I'll burn it."

Fu Beimo and Ali flashed past Fu Ciyi like loaches and ran out of the kitchen.

Yan Funing held the spatula and looked up at Fu Ciyi who was already standing beside her: "Do you really want to light the fire?"

"Ah."

He mainly wanted to ask if she was really not worried about him being hungry?

He took a few steps behind the stove, lifted his robe and sat on the small stool. He pondered the question in his mind all afternoon, but in the end he couldn't ask it.

Yan Funing glanced behind the stove. This man was tall and tall, sitting on a small spoon. He looked like a down-and-out noble.

"Don't look at the firewood like this. Just go back to your room and copy."

"You think I can't light a fire? I'm not you, I'll make my face full of ashes."

Having said that, he remembered wiping her face, and the smooth touch of her little face still seemed to be on his fingertips.

Hearing him talk about her first fire, Yan Funing was not upset: "Fu Ciyi, I think we will have lunch at home early tomorrow. Beimo and Ali eat quickly. After they finish, I will give it to you." How about delivering food?"

At this moment, Fu Ciyi felt that the fire in the stove was getting stronger and stronger, and the fire in his chest also ignited.

Yan Funing stir-fried the cabbage in the pot, but didn't hear his response for a long time. She simply put down the spatula and walked to the back of the stove to look at him.

The firelight danced on his white face, but there was no other expression.

Yan Funing couldn't figure out what he was thinking at all.

Then he spoke again: "In the next few days, I plan to take Bei Mo and Ali into the mountains to dig for medicinal materials. Finding rhizome medicinal materials is troublesome. Although we don't go to the deep mountains and old forests, we have to walk a lot on the mountain roads, so we will be hungry when we return home. ”

Fu Ciyi finally said: "I will go to the village school early in the morning. I will bring the food myself. There is no need to deliver it in the future."

"Ah? But what I brought here in the morning were all the leftovers from the night before." She returned to the stove, stir-fried the vegetables in the pot, and said softly, "It's not good to eat the leftovers for a long time." of."

Hearing this, Fu Ciyi's eyes flashed with slight surprise: "It doesn't matter if you eat later, please pay attention to safety when entering the mountain." Yan Funing nodded: "Yes."

Fu Ciyi threw a piece of firewood into the stove.

She would ask Beimo Ali to deliver food to him, but the timeliness was not guaranteed.

Looking at the red and orange flames jumping together in the stove, he didn't know what he was hoping for? ——
At night, the moon is bright and the stars are rare.

In the west wing, the couple continued to write.

Fu Ciyi glanced at her quietly, not knowing where to start. When she practiced calligraphy, she asked him less and less for advice.

He stood up, walked to her side, and looked at the neat strokes on the rice paper, looking for an imperfection.

He tapped lightly with his fingertips: "Use some force when holding the pen flat and long, don't be too light."

Hearing this, Yan Funing dipped in ink again and wrote again: "What about this?"

Fu Ciyi shook his head gently: "It can be better."

Just when he reached out to grab her hand and demonstrated writing to her...

Yan Funing retracted her hand.

Fu Ciyi's hand froze.

Yan Funing hurriedly put the pen into his palm, raised her hand and said, "You write it and I'll read it."

Isn’t that just being reserved?

Not having contact with him, not even touching him with your fingertips, is being reserved.

Fu Ciyi had no choice but to write on rice paper.

After writing one stroke, Yan Funing asked him to write more strokes: "Write it a few more times and I will observe your strength."

Fu Ciyi finally realized that she didn't touch his hand because he said last night that women should be reserved.

Accept what you say.

He picked up the pen again and wrote several times on the rice paper.

Yan Funing said: "I know how to do it, just put your pen on the mountain."

Fu Ciyi finally couldn't help it anymore: "Yan Funing, must you be so raw?"

She smiled when she heard this: "Reserve, I know how to do it. Thank you, Master, for teaching me what it means to be reserved!"

What is life score?

Besides, they don't know each other very well.

Fu Ciyi placed the pen on the top of the pen with his slender fingers, and said in a low and deep voice: "You're welcome!"

After saying that, he sat back down and continued writing.

Yan Funing also sat back on the round stool, picked up the pen again, and then wrote one stroke. She looked left and right but could not capture his essence.

With a snap, he put the pen back: "I won't write anymore."

She prides herself on not being an angry person.

However, why did she believe him when he had a good reason to hold hands with her?

She shook hands with him and gave a very normal reason, but he wanted to lecture her.

Is it just because he is a man that men are not like women?
This is too unfair!
Fu Ciyi looked sideways at her: "Have you finished practicing five hundred times?"

She frowned: "I don't want to write anymore, can I?"

His usually soft voice was unexpectedly crisp at the moment.

He moved his mandible: "If you have any dissatisfaction, please speak up."

"Fu Ciyi, you said I am not reserved, yes, I admit it. After all, for my future real husband, it is true that I am not reserved when we sleep in the same bed and hold hands."

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