Not long after, Fu Beimo and Fu Nanyao started arguing.
Yan Funing walked out of the house, carrying the backpack in one hand.
The basket full of winter bamboo shoots was too heavy for her to carry, so she called out, "Bei Mo, can you help me carry it to the kitchen?"
Fu Beimo then frowned at Fu Nanyao, walked up to Yan Funing, grabbed the handles of the backpack with both hands, and put it in the kitchen.
Seeing that he was about to quarrel with Fu Nanyao again, Yan Funing asked him to help put the bundles of thin bamboo poles into the woodshed.
After these two trips, Fu Beimo forgot to continue arguing with Fu Nanyao.
Wan Niang kept her ears perked up. She couldn't see the children in the yard, but she could hear everything they said and did.
Although Fu Ning's previous action of canceling Ci Yi's marriage proposal was inappropriate, now it seems that she behaves in a very organized manner.
With just a few words, Bei Mo, the troublemaker, was completely subdued.
Maybe she was supposed to have a daughter-in-law like that.
--
That night, the mountain wind was howling.
Today is the ninth day of the first lunar month, and the sound of firecrackers outside is less than in the past few days.
Yan Funing's right hand was injured, and it was quite awkward to bandage her right hand with her left hand.
However, the wound was wet when she washed before going to bed, so she had to change the cloth.
Sitting on the edge of the bed and changing the wet cloth, the wound in front of him was still horrifying.
She frowned and wrapped the dry cloth strips around her.
At this moment, Fu Ciyi came to her and took the cloth from her hand.
Yan Funing looked up at him, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.
Is he going to help her?
Fu Ciyi continued to wrap it twice, then picked up both ends of the cloth strip, pulled it up, and tied a knot with force.
Yan Funing retracted her hands, the corners of her eyes quickly turned red, and she sobbed.
"It hurts, can you be gentler?"
Her crying voice was charming, but she was extremely delicate.
I don't know if he was being too careful or if he was intentionally hurting her by pulling too hard when untying the knot.
Her wound broke open and blood oozed out again.
She immediately shed tears.
The tears were hot and splashed on the back of his hand.
Fu Ciyi's palm immediately became stiff.
This girl is really spoiled, he has experienced it firsthand.
He was stunned when he saw more and more blood on the cloth.
Seeing that she had difficulty bandaging the wound with one hand, he offered to help. But as soon as he got close to her, he remembered the time she pointed at his nose and scolded him.
As a result, he couldn't control the strength of his hands.
In fact, he didn't know how much strength he should use.
Moreover, it was the first time I saw a woman's hand so closely. It was white and slender, with a hint of skin showing at her wrist, as white as mutton-fat jade...
It made him inexplicably irritated.
Therefore, when bandaging her, he barely touched her skin, making it even harder to control the strength.
The strip of cloth was immediately stained red with blood, and Yan Funing had to change it.
Looking at the bloody strips of cloth that had been changed, she couldn't help but recall the passage she had read in the book.
After someone became a powerful official, he dealt with many people and his hands were often stained with blood.
Whenever this happened, he would come to the other courtyard.
What frightened her most was that he slowly wiped his knuckles while calling her with a gentle smile, "Be good, come here."
When he said this, his tone was extremely cold.
She trembled and wiped his palms, backs of his hands and fingers carefully with a wet handkerchief.
At this time he would say: "Guess when your blood came to be on my hands?"
Thinking of this, Yan Funing was no longer willing to ask him for help.
She sat sideways and used her teeth and her uninjured hand to tie a knot in the cloth.
Seeing this, Fu Ciyi opened and clenched his palms again.
She seemed afraid of him.
Seeing the tears still hanging on her lower eyelashes, crystal clear and about to fall, he frowned in annoyance.
After treating the wound, Yan Funing turned around and sat cross-legged.
"Before we went into the mountains, I thought about it and realized we were not suitable for each other. Besides, I couldn't handle the relationship with your family well. How about we..."
He suddenly said, "Yan Funing, what do you want?"
They are already husband and wife, what else does she want?
This person's voice was sharp, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be covered with frost. Yan Funing's heart trembled.
She hurriedly got out of bed, looked up at him, and said in a negotiating tone, "If you're willing to give me a letter of divorce, that would be great. If not, a letter of divorce will also be fine. That letter of divorce will take two years, and I probably can't wait."
"Whether it's a letter of divorce, a letter of divorce, or a letter of reconciliation, I've already written one, and I'll never write another in my lifetime."
His voice was dull, and a cold dark light flashed in his deep pupils, which disappeared in an instant. His expression was as indifferent and distant as ever.
Yan Funing couldn't figure out what his expression meant, and her heart felt like a tangled mess.
It took her two years.
Who is it?
Stubborn and paranoid!
Even with this thought, she still boldly asked, "Is there any room for negotiation?"
"No."
He stood in front of her like this, looking quite elegant and dignified, but his stern face made her feel uneasy.
Was he going to torture her in advance?
--
Before going to bed, Yan Funing hung up the bed sheet as usual, endured the pain in her palms, and fixed the two corners of the sheet.
After turning off the lights, I took off my clothes and went to bed.
It was getting quieter outside the window, and a faint silver light gradually appeared, as if snow was falling.
Yan Funing slept very uneasily.
Hearing the steady breathing of the person sleeping on the other side of the bed, she didn't dare to move.
But I felt more and more uncomfortable, and I just lay there, not knowing when I fell asleep.
At dawn the next day, she was awakened by Fu Beimo's exclamations and shouts outside.
"Wow, the snow is so thick!"
"Sister-in-law, get up quickly and play in the snow with me!"
"Sister-in-law, it's time for breakfast!"
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