Forensic lady champion husband

Chapter 23

After calming down, several people sat around in the study and listened to Wang Anshi's explanation of the purpose of their visit. It turned out that Wang Yi was suffering from wind and cold, and he should not be able to teach a few years ago, so he extracted the essence of the "Book of Filial Piety" that Xiao Ziyu was reading now, and ordered his son to send it , Ask students to review first, so as not to slack off their studies when they start writing later in the year.

Yan Ziqin said with a smile: "I know that Mr. Wang will not let the child mess around. If he doesn't go to school for a few days, Yu'er is already crazy!"

Du He and Xiao Ziyu shrank their shoulders silently, shuddering.

Wang Anshi bowed his hands again, and said: "The younger generation has another merciless request. Now the younger generation is studying with my father. My father is afraid that the father and son will spoil and protect him, and he will not be able to become a talent. He has admired the official name for a long time. I wonder if the younger generation will be lucky enough to listen to it." Holy religion?" Wang Yi must have asked him to memorize this passage.

Yan Ziqin felt that living in the countryside was boring, so wouldn't it be a good idea to accept a talented student as a disciple, so he readily agreed, and agreed to start teaching with a pen on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.Because it is Yizi's apprenticeship, you teach my disciples, and I teach your disciples, the two families know the roots and know the bottom line, so they must pay more attention, and they can avoid the vain rituals such as restraint.

Hanging red lanterns, eating slots, and drinking Tusu wine, it is the New Year's Eve. It also saves a lot of things, but it is just to follow the elders to lay three animals and present three nobles.On the fourth day of the fourth day, I went to visit relatives in various households. Uncle Yan’s house was the long house, so I went there first, and Yan Shu’s old house was the second. The dense layers of imperial plaques make people feel awe, but Yan Ziqin can't help but feel lost, and he can sigh the suffocation in his chest when carrying the prescription.

The year will not be over until the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, when the lanterns last night are taken down.Wang Anshi carried the bookcase early to write a letter to Yan Ziqin. Because there are many brothers in his family and his father is a clean and upright official, he is not used to having servants behind him. Qin officially started teaching.

The teacher and student in this room were reading a sentence from "The Analects of Confucius". Mingshu in the other room hid behind the screen and came over with a pot to refill water from time to time. Then she just sat beside the two of them with a smirk, and asked in the spare time of the lecture: "Badger, do you know Fang Zhongyong? Fang Zhongyong from Jinxi?"

Badger Lang is Wang Anshi's nickname. It is said that when he was born, a chubby little badger passed by the door, so he got this nickname.Naturally, Fang Zhongyong does not need to mention that in Wang Anshi's article "Injury Zhongyong", the child prodigy who grew up to be obliterated by the hour in Wang Anshi's article, his hometown Jinxi is adjacent to Linchuan, only a section of river is separated.

Wang Anshi looked at her in bewilderment, shook his head and said, "I don't know, but my grandmother lives in Jinxi, so I can help my wife find out."

Mingshu asked again: "Then have you visited Baochan Mountain? Have you read the biography of Lord Mengchang?"

Wang Anshi was even more confused, "What is Baochan Mountain? What is Mengchang Jun?"

Yan Ziqin couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed Mingshu's sleeve and slipped her back to the room, pressed her in the corner and taught her a lesson: "Don't disturb our class anymore, you will scare the child if you ask me about these things."

Mingshu agrees, but still often hides in various places to observe this little boy who should only appear in books, and repeatedly laments the magic of time travel—that’s why dreams come true, and only when you see real people I deeply feel that those who splash ink in the annals of history and in the words are all real people.

Yan Ziqin saw that she was restrained, so he let her go, but he didn't understand why she flocked to a child and watched with great interest. Could it be that he, a majestic man, is not as good as a child!Distraught, he involuntarily stared at Wang Anshi, the child was even more confused, and looked at the master with confused faces, and shook the hand holding the book three times involuntarily.

In the blink of an eye, it was the late spring and March when the grass grew and the birds flew, and Wang Anshi's course progress was upgraded from the sentence reading of "The Analects of Confucius" to the commentary of "The Analects of Confucius".On that day, the spring was late, and there was an east wind blowing on the high-rolled bamboo curtains, and the pink begonias in full bloom in the atrium fell all over the steps.

Yan Ziqin suddenly remembered that he had treasured a volume of "The Analects" annotated by Tang people, so he asked Wang Anshi to wait a while, and went to his room to find it.

I looked for the bookshelf first, but there was no one. Thinking that I probably didn't take it out of the box, I went to rummage through the box.The dozen or so boxes in front of me are all about the same length. Yan Ziqin never pays attention to these trivial things in life. He can't remember which one is the book box, so he can only search one by one. Shu’s unwanted gadgets, came to the third one, covered with bundles of silk and satin, felt hard underneath, maybe there were books, Yan Ziqin pulled out from the bottom layer, and pulled out a brocade book The box came, it looked familiar, but I couldn't remember what it was, so I simply opened it to have a look.

If you ask what this is, and you have to mention the wedding night, Yan Ziqin opened the erotic ~ Palace ~ picture presented by his uncle in front of Mingshu. She hid it in her dowry box. This box full of silk and satin was the one that night. She thought it was perfect~ the clothes were seamless, but she never expected to be discovered by the person she most wanted to hide so quickly.

At this time, Mingshu who was copying Buddhist scriptures in her mother-in-law's room was startled, and the tip of her pen drew a sudden black line. She faintly felt that something bad had happened. She glanced at Xu Shi who was pulling the rosary beads, and secretly recited aloud. "Amitabha".

It's still the original cover, it's the same content, it's the same taste, but Yan Ziqin is no longer the original Yan Ziqin.

It's been half a year since we got married, although we haven't actually fought with swords and guns, we can spend time together with our wife, and as we get older, this matter doesn't need to be taught, and it's natural to understand the truth. , Needless to say, you can understand at a glance.The rigid shyness in his bones made him want to stop, but how could the unknowable power in his body be at his disposal?I could only blushed and flipped through the pages, but I didn't dare to look too carefully, but my heart was already like a mirror, wishing that Mingshu was right in front of me, let him hug me, hug me, and move on. I didn't dare to think about it, but my heart was already beating like a drum. If I didn't dare to think about it, I still had to think about it. I covered my face in embarrassment, and peeked through my fingers.

"Mr. Yan?"

Wang Anshi's voice came from outside the door, and Yan Ziqin was so frightened that he threw away the book and turned around, only to see Wang Anshi standing outside the door.

Fortunately, stand far away, otherwise it will be bad!
"Mr. Yan, have you found the book?" Wang Anshi asked again.

Yan Ziqin coughed twice, and said, "Not yet...not yet."

Wang Anshi looked a little flustered, and said: "My servant just came to report that the student's grandmother was suddenly ill, and the mother asked the student to follow her to visit. Can I ask for two days off?"

Yan Ziqin quietly hid the album behind his back, and said: "Elders are sick, and children and grandchildren should serve soup and medicine. Go quickly." After watching him go away, Yan Ziqin hid the album back intact. In the original place, he drew a cross with his nails on the box, thinking that it would be easier to find next time.

That night, the husband and wife slept under the same quilt again. After returning to Linchuan, the two did not separate the rooms, because Ming Shu was afraid of her mother-in-law's suspicion.

But tonight, after Mingshu fell asleep peacefully, Yan Ziqin, who was "greatly enlightened", couldn't sit still. He turned around and stared westward. , It's like drinking alcohol, how much I want to hug my arms full of nephrite jade and fragrance!But my lady...would she agree?
Thinking of this, he felt a little dejected. Could it be that the lady detested him, so she deliberately kept him from getting close?Wouldn't it be ungentlemanly if he treated her like that secretly?Closing my eyes and forcing myself to sleep, the unsightly things I saw during the day reappeared in my mind, and I became the same as in the painting. I beat the bed and simply got up and took a walk in the yard to extinguish this unknown fire. .

It was still cold in the spring night, he put on his clothes and came to the courtyard, but saw a ray of candle flickering, but it was Du He sitting behind the candle and staring at the fire without blinking.

"What are you doing?" Yan Ziqin frowned puzzled.

Du He waved his hand to say hello, and said with a smile, "Hey, benefactor, get up at night!"

Yan Ziqin said: "Why do you wake up at night, but you, why don't you sleep at night and stare at the candle?"

Du He said: "This is the practice of us martial arts practitioners. Staring at the fire in the dark is the best way to train your eyesight. Whether it's the Eighteen-ring Sword or the Partial Lingming Sword, I can find the fatal point from thousands of tricks. , One hit will break!"

Yan Ziqin nodded, and was about to leave, but was stopped by Du He, who said softly, "Didn't Engong wake up at night, could it be...that...can't you?"

Seeing his winking look, and adding a sentence at the end, "A man understands everything", Yan Ziqin was even more angry, turned around and left, opened the door and entered the room, angrily went to the bed, and tossed again. It took a few back and forth before I fell asleep. Fortunately, the student asked for leave to go to his grandmother's house, so he didn't have to get up early to teach the next day.

In the early morning of the next day, Mingshu stretched her waist and sat up, still nostalgic for the warm blanket, laying on for a while, seeing that Yan Ziqin, who always got up early, had no intention of waking up, Bai Shengsheng's face was half buried in the pillow, and from time to time With a ruddy mouth, could it be a dream of something delicious?

Mischievously pinching the tip of his nose, Yan Zi, who was out of breath, woke up for a moment. Ming Shu folded her face in front of him and said with a smile, "Morning."

Yan Ziqin smiled, lazily replied, but his eyes moved from the lady's pale face to the slightly open neckline of the jacket, his face turned red, suddenly he felt something wrong with his lower body, and his eyes became flustered.

"What's the matter?" Ming Shu noticed his sudden nervousness, and wanted to lift the quilt to see what happened.

Yan Ziqin quickly pulled the quilt tighter, and said, "No...it's nothing!"

"Let me see!" Ming Shu tugged a few times and lifted the quilt.

I saw something not to be underestimated protruding from the originally empty place, and the white silk trousers were even more damp.

(End of this chapter)