"Why can't I call you sister-in-law?"
Fu Beimo was very confused and frowned tightly.
Yan Funing said frankly, "First I broke off the engagement, and then I got the wrong bride. No matter the reason, your brother and I can never be a real couple."
The book says that after Fu Ciyi became the top scorer in the imperial examination, all the noble ladies in the capital wanted to marry him, even the prime minister's daughter.
Less than a year after entering officialdom, he became the youngest and most powerful minister of the dynasty, and even the emperor wanted to recruit him as his son-in-law.
Thinking of this, she said, "You will have a better sister-in-law."
Based on someone's attitude today, he would probably divorce his wife.
Just divorce your wife, there is nothing to be afraid of.
She smiled and suddenly felt relieved.
Fu Beimo raised his voice and said excitedly: "I don't believe it, and I don't want another sister-in-law!"
The one who praises him and says thank you to him is a true sister-in-law.
The woman who stayed in the Fu Mansion called him a fool and said she was not his sister-in-law.
Yan Funing tilted her head and smiled at the young man who was half a head taller than her.
"It's okay for us to be siblings."
In terms of age, she was only a few months older than him.
But he had the mind of a child, innocent and kind, and she couldn't bear to say that they had no relationship from now on.
Fu Beimo met her gaze. Although his sister-in-law was smiling, there were tears in her eyes.
His loud voice must have frightened his sister-in-law, and she immediately clutched the corner of her clothes like a child who had done something wrong.
My sister-in-law is so beautiful, how can I cry?
He didn't want his sister-in-law to cry, so he took the hoe from her.
"Sister-in-law, let's go into the mountains quickly."
"good."
The uncle and sister-in-law walked for nearly half an hour and finally arrived at the bamboo forest that Yan Funing saw yesterday.
Winter bamboo shoots grow underground and prefer loose, breathable and fertile soil. Due to their characteristic of drilling upwards as they grow, the soil will change.
As long as you see the ground is fluffy and the soil is slightly raised, there is a high probability that there are a lot of winter bamboo shoots underneath.
Following this method, Yan Funing looked at the ground as she walked.
Seeing that the soil arch was slightly higher, he dug it with a hoe.
If you find the main whip, you will find a lot of winter bamboo shoots.
Yan Funing was responsible for digging, and Fu Beimo was responsible for putting the things into the backpack.
The two of them worked together and soon the backpack was full.
After digging, Yan Funing filled the soil back in and covered it with dead yellow leaves.
Before leaving, Fu Beimo picked up a thin bamboo pole.
"Sister-in-law, the fence in our yard is too broken. Do you think this will work?"
He waved the bamboo pole, and the sound of breaking wind was heard.
Yan Funing saw many thin bamboo poles on the ground, most of which were left behind when people cut down trees, and their color had turned golden.
"That's good. These bamboo poles can be nailed directly into the fence after the branches are removed."
"Okay then."
One of them put down his hoe, the other put down his backpack, and started picking up thin bamboo.
She had just picked up a bundle, and perhaps because of her mood or because she was absent-minded, when she reached out to touch the thin bamboo on the ground, the tip of the bamboo branch scratched her palm.
Blood was gushing out instantly.
Drops of bright red blood fell, splashed on the withered yellow bamboo leaves, and then slid into the soil.
Yan Funing dropped the thin bamboo, but her hands were dirty and she couldn't press the wound, so she could only let the blood flow.
Seeing this, Fu Beimo cried in fear: "Sister-in-law is going to die."
It didn't hurt when the palm of her hand was first cut, but the pain gradually came up and the corners of Yan Funing's eyes turned red.
She has a delicate body, and if she doesn't control herself, her tears will fall like beads from a broken string.
At this moment, she was at a loss for words when Fu Beimo said this: "I won't die, it just hurts a little."
I lowered my eyes and looked at the palm of my hand. It was indeed shocking.
Fu Beimo couldn't stop crying.
No matter how Yan Funing tried to comfort him, it was useless. She had no choice but to find a way to treat the wound first.
Fortunately, there is a mountain spring next to the bamboo forest.
She squatted down, rinsed the wound in the mountain spring water, and then pulled the hem of her underwear and tied it up.
Normally, she would have cried because of such a wound, but seeing Fu Beimo crying, she felt embarrassed to cry too, and just wiped away the tears that were overflowing from her eyes.
"Let's go back. I can't get anything. You're a man, you have to help me."
Yan Funing showed him her bandaged hand. It was bandaged with one hand and the bandage was a bit messy.
Only then did Fu Beimo stop crying.
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When he got home, Fu Beimo started crying again.
He first cried and told his mother: "Mom, my sister-in-law lost a lot of blood." He hiccuped in the middle and said, "Don't worry, Mom, my sister-in-law said she won't die."
Wan Niang's heart began to pound as she fumbled to her feet. "Why is it bleeding?"
Fu Beimo supported his mother and cried, "My sister-in-law's hand was broken and blood was flowing."
He was really scared to death.
Wan Niang was still angry about Yan Funing's breaking off of the engagement that day.
After all, the marriage was arranged by the two elders, how could it be cancelled just like that?
Even if you really want to quit, can't you do it in a nice way?
But she made Ci Yi lose all face.
Those who were reciting poems and writing couplets in the book club that day were all scholars, all famous students in Lingcheng. It was a huge matter for Ci Yi to lose face in front of them.
But when she heard that her hand was broken and bleeding, Wan Niang couldn't bear it.
The hatred and anger in my heart gradually subsided.
"Take me there to have a look."
Although I can't see it myself, I can always ask.
Fu Beimo helped his mother to the west wing.
Yan Funing was re-bandaging the wound. When she saw Wan Niang coming, she stood up and let her sit down.
Fu Beimo immediately went to the main room.
In the main room, Fu Ciyi was repairing the wobbly table and wooden stools.
"Brother, my sister-in-law doesn't let me call her sister-in-law anymore." As soon as the words came out, Fu Beimo started crying again, "She said I can call her sister."
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