Forensic lady champion husband

Chapter 30

After returning from the Wu family, life has returned to calm. Yan Ziqin still reads and teaches every day, and Ming Shu goes back to accompany her mother-in-law to copy scriptures and chant Buddhism. The only person with sequelae is probably Du He. After the event, he became a frequent visitor to the Taoist temple. He never left his body with talisman paper and cinnabar every day, and a mahogany sword was added under the "one stick" on his back, which has activated the highest mode of exorcising ghosts and evil spirits.

On the day she just came back, Nanny Chen sent a letter from Mingshu's parents in Bianliang. When it was delivered, she was at Wu's house in Jinxi, so Nanny Chen took care of it for her.

When opening the letter, Mingshu was very anxious, fearing that there might be some bad news in it, so she breathed a sigh of relief after reading it anxiously. The content was mixed, which was reasonable.It turned out that Yan Ziqin's transfer from Shuzhou was really not simple. It was Jin Guogong Ding Wei who deliberately provoked the Queen Mother and leaked the rumors. It is said to tell truth before the holy car.

Aside from these bad things in the officialdom, the Qu family's house is peaceful, the health of the parents and younger brother are in good health, and the old couple are nearly fifty years old and still free from illness and disaster, which is a great blessing.

In the evening, Wang Anshi, who came to school, left with his bookcase on his back. Yan Ziqin returned to his room from his study. Ming Shu saw that the red mark on his forehead had faded a lot, but it was still shocking.While helping him to compress the wound with cold, he said: "You stared at a red mark in class, did the students couldn't help laughing?"

Yan Ziqin stared and said, "How dare he? The dignity of a teacher, should he be laughed at by students if he is injured?"

Ming Shu said that their teachers and apprentices were too serious and boring, and told Yan Ziqin the contents of the letter just now, especially what Ding Wei did. Gong Ding said that he wants to have both sides between the empress dowager and the emperor, and take everything from both sides? But people who sit on the sidelines and double-faced three swords generally do not end well."

Ming Shu said: "In any case, it is certain that the Empress Dowager doesn't like you, what should I do?"

Yan Ziqin asked: "What should I do? I became an official for the sake of the country of the Song Dynasty, not for the empress dowager's likes and dislikes alone! I am currently writing a book of ten thousand words to be presented to the imperial court, and I entrust Fan Xiwen of Yingtian to bring it to Beijing. , the emperor should give an answer after seeing it."

Mingshu said: "So, do you want to stand on the emperor's side? That's fine, the world is ultimately the emperor's world." She knew that her father was more inclined to the queen mother, but in matters of politics, different positions cannot be forced.

Unexpectedly, Yan Ziqin sighed and said: "If I could choose, I wouldn't want to side with anyone. The people are the most important, the king is the least important, and the society is the second. I pity the scholars in the world. If you are good at learning, you will be an official. In the end, you are just governing the world." What is suppressed layer by layer is the will of the superior, right and wrong are not important anymore.”

Ming Shu joked: "Otherwise, you can just stay in Linchuan. The beautiful mountains and rivers here are much better than the officialdom?"

Yan Ziqin also joked with her, nodded seriously and said: "Well, I think it's good, teach Wang Anshi to be a man, let him fight those old foxes in the officialdom, and I will stay in Linchuan for the elderly, not bad, not bad."

Ming Shu, who already knew Wang Anshi's fate was ill-fated, was dismissed twice, and was deeply involved in party disputes, couldn't laugh or cry, and thought: "You are really a crow's mouth."

That night, Mingshu had already fallen asleep, and Yan Ziqin was still writing hard in front of the lamp. It was only after the second watch that he realized that it was getting late and was about to change clothes and go to bed. With his arm resting under his peaceful sleeping face, his light breath made the hanging strand of hair tremble slightly like a cicada's wing.

Yan Ziqin stopped changing his clothes, wondering if he should take the opportunity...

Looking back at the stack of boxes piled up in the closet, where the "secret book" presented by his uncle was treasured, he couldn't help feeling slightly moved.With a blushing face, he carefully opened the door of the cabinet, and quickly found the album through the swastika he had made, but he held it in his hand but felt that he should not read it, as if he was insulting his wife.

Alas, with injuries like these messy ones!

Yan Zi sighed that he was worthless, patted the top of his head, sat down on the edge of the bed, and said to himself: "My lady, what kind of person do you like?"

Mingshu was disturbed by the movement he made, half asleep and half awake, and reluctantly turned over, her subconscious mind had already responded for her, muttering: "Eight pack...abdominal muscles..."

Abs, what's that?Yan Ziqin had never heard of such a thing as "abdominal muscles". He scratched his hair and quickly searched his memory, Fushi?ambush?Rotten chicken?What exactly does it mean?
Early the next morning, Yan Ziqin couldn't help shaking Mingshu awake as soon as he woke up, and asked her what her abdominal muscles were?Why another eight dollars?Mingshu was in a daze, and impatiently asked by him, she lifted his shirt and beat him twice on the stomach.

"It's on your belly."

Yan Ziqin looked down at his stomach and said, "So, how many abdominal muscles do I have now?"

Ming Shu squinted her hazy eyes, glanced at his flat stomach, and said with a light smile, "One piece."

Yan Ziqin nodded, and said earnestly: "It's still seven yuan short." He still has to work hard.

Mingshu rubbed his head affectionately like a childish child, and said: "A piece of abdominal muscle is equal to no abdominal muscle. I'll sleep a little longer. You can play by yourself first, be good."

Seeing her suddenly fall back on the bed, covering the blanket and turning a deaf ear, Yan Ziqin looked suspiciously at the flat waist under the clothes, and sat in meditation for a long time.

The Wu family's birthday banquet ended because Wu put down the poison, the house was in chaos, and people from the yamen came to inquire every day, but it was just the darkness before dawn, and peace was coming soon.

Because Arjun was still young, the Wu family was afraid that she would be frightened if she stayed at home, so they sent her to Wang Yi's home in Linchuan to stay for a few days. "Brother", it was as beautiful as a dream to her, but Wang Anshi was so disturbed that he wished he could pack up his luggage and move to the teacher's house, so as not to face that little "follower" all day after returning home, which made him even more hopeless. Yes, I heard that his mother intended him to enter into a marriage contract with his cousin Arjun. Thinking that he might be haunted by her for the rest of his life, is there any way out?

After lunch at noon that day, Wang Anshi sat in the corridor to rest, looking at the sky, thinking about the sweet little troubles of his childhood sweetheart. Come over, play around, dodge and move, the stick follows his legs, Wang Anshi, who is out of his mind, naturally doesn't care about him, let him try his best with a hundred and eight stick techniques, he is so tired that he is out of breath, and finally he can only walk to Wang Anshi's side in embarrassment , asked: "How is it, is my stick technique powerful?"

Wang Anshi nodded absently.

Du He thought there was something interesting, and asked again: "Do you want to learn martial arts from me? Only by studying both civil and martial arts can you become a truly upright man."

Wang Anshi immediately shook his head.

Du He frowned and said, "Why, are you willing to be a feeble scholar like your master? Do you think he is an indomitable man?"

Wang Anshi pointed behind Du He expressionlessly, "My master is behind you, why don't you ask him yourself?"

When he happened to be bumped into by that person while speaking ill of others, Du He felt his whole body turn cold, turned his head stiffly, saw Yan Ziqin with a complicated expression, and said with a dry smile, "It's such a coincidence that Mr. En came here."

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is interested. Yan Ziqin suddenly thought of Ming Shu saying that he has no "abdominal muscles", and Du He saying that he has no "abdominal muscles". Wu, you must learn both civil and martial arts, so he put on a friendly smile, patted Du He on the shoulder solemnly, and said, "In order to make me become as strong as a chicken, I will count on you in the future."

"Wait, what are you going to do?!" Du He was so frightened that he almost backed up a thousand miles. He wanted to deceive the children, but he didn't expect to deceive a benefactor.

"I ask you for advice on martial arts." Yan Ziqin said, as if he was about to bow down.

Du He hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't scare me, benefactor, I have nothing to teach you."

Yan Ziqin had already taken the "stick" in his hand, and said solemnly: "Don't talk nonsense, let's start!"

In the past few days, Mingshu has keenly noticed that Yan Ziqin's condition is not right. Every afternoon, after Wang Anshi's class, Yan Ziqin will disappear for a while, go to bed very early, and always look very tired, eating less He is older than before. Because he loves sweets, he often has no appetite when it is his turn to eat dinner. Now, his way of eating can be described as turbulent. What's even weirder is that he always looks at him with a look that is determined to win. Looking at himself, she felt hairy all over, feeling uncertain.

It’s just that Ming Shu didn’t know that what Yan Ziqin was thinking at the time was exactly—“When I have practiced the power of ‘binding chicken’ you expect, I will definitely…” Then he would uncontrollably curl the corners of his lips, making the panicked The Mingshu was even more puzzled, and really wanted to grab his shoulders and shake him a few times, asking him who the hell was, who dared to attach himself to Yan Ziqin.

One night, Mingshu was awakened by the flickering lights, and dimly saw Yan Ziqin standing in front of the bronze mirror, with a candle lit on both sides of the mirror, while he took off his shirt, looked left and right in the mirror, nodded sometimes, and shook his head sometimes .

Mingshu's mind exploded with a buzzing, thinking that it's over, this guy is really bewitched!Thinking of the soul-calling ceremonies I heard in modern times, many of them involved lighting candles in front of the mirror. Could it be that these seemingly childish ceremonies were true and drove the good-natured Yan Ziqin crazy?

Ming Shu hid in the quilt, her eyes rolled wildly, she really regretted not borrowing Du He's mahogany sword, should she make a sound now?
(End of this chapter)