Yan Funing slept uneasily.
In a trance, he came to the villa.
The man had a sinister and cold look on his face.
Her intuition told her that he had encountered some unpleasant or difficult situation in the officialdom.
When he was in this state, she didn't dare to get close to him.
But he stretched out his hand to her and said in a cold voice, "Come here."
Even though she was reluctant, she had to do as he wished and moved slowly.
When she got closer, she found that there was blood on his palm, which had already dried.
"Don't be afraid, this is not my blood." He said, and then sneered.
She casually asked, "Whose is it?"
Hearing footsteps, the pavilion chief turned around and said, "Fu Beimo, he's here. Tell him that fortunately he stayed at the school for the next night, so he escaped this disaster."
Fu Beimo withdrew his gaze and took the lead.
Wu Caixin directly pointed out that Fu Zhengqing was the white hand behind the scenes, saying, "The pavilion chief must still remember the matter of the autumn examination quota. If so, even if there is no result, the county magistrate is likely to pay attention to it."
I remember last night when I held your hand and pressed it against my chest.
"yes."
The headman sighed, "You went to the county government office to report yesterday, but you never knew what would happen."
Yan Funing retreated, broke the pillow, and folded the blanket herself.
Li Xinheng muttered loudly: "When my brother was around, we ate without talking or laughing. It was so boring."
Yan Funing messed up her subordinates' work and turned around: "It's bad, let's go to the restaurant."
He was glanced at by his brother again, and after many years, the corners of his lips pursed and he didn't speak again.
During breakfast, the couple had something to talk about.
The easier the environment, the more talented people it can produce.
Fu Beimo came back from morning exercise and happened to meet Yan Funing coming out of the west wing.
There were no broken tiles or dust under the bed, so Caiyu and I rolled up the bamboo mat and soaked the blanket under the bed.
Fu Beimo's ears had already recovered their normal state at this moment. He glanced at his younger brother and sister with a dignified look: "Food is the language."
The pavilion chief heard the hidden meaning behind the words and patted Fu Beimo's arm: "Fortunately, the bad guy is in trouble. His identity is really embarrassing. He has no relatives and even enemies."
She was too frightened to cry anymore, her chest heaving violently and her breathing coming in short gasps.
Fu Beimo: "Yeah."
He leaned close to her ear, his cold breath brushing against her ear: "If you don't behave, I won't let this person go."
Thinking of this, the pavilion chief said again: "He must be on guard at all times from now on."
Yan Funing knew that if the head of the pavilion and the outer official were to have special treatment, Fu Beimo's position as teacher would probably be lost. If the head of the pavilion made things difficult for us, our life in the town would also be difficult.
When the couple brought Fu Ciyi and Caiyu to the dormitory, the headman was standing with his hands on his hips, looking at the roof.
"Help me wash my hands. Once they're clean, I'll tell you."
The pavilion chief nodded: "That's bad, now you're back, let's meet at the restaurant at noon."
Fu Beimo said, "It's a pity to trouble you, Pavilion Master. You have lessons today, so you can do them yourself."
After the headman left, Wu Caixin and I checked out of the dormitory.
Wu Caixin nodded: "Thank you, Pavilion Master."
"The restaurant business opens so early, you want to join him."
"Only one person?" she cried out.
Yan Funing nodded: "Whatever you want to eat, it's all fine!"
Logically speaking, Wu Caixin is the nephew of County Magistrate Fu and should be taken care of.
There was a crisp bang.
"The forehead and ears are red, completely red." Li Xinheng added, "Like cooked shrimp."
The pavilion chief laughed and pointed at your head: "You sensible girl, you are bad!"
After setting off, Fu Beimo warned Li Xinheng and Meng Li: "The incident with the stone has just happened. Don't play around too much, or you'll ruin the house."
After the roof was repaired, the seven of them cleaned the house together.
Fu Beimo brought a ladder over and went forward with Wu Caixin to repair the hole in the roof.
When they arrived in the town, Fu Beimo wanted to go to the school to check out the dormitory conditions, and Yan Funing offered to go with him.
There is a small stone under the pillow behind the eyes, which is as small as the one in front of the head.
Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, which costs seven taels of silver, is something I can afford to eat on weekdays.
It should be on for more than two years.
Fu Nanyao glanced at his brother's ears and asked, "How is it cooked?"
Wu Caixin stopped me and said, "Don't throw it away."
Could it be that my behavior before getting drunk was caused by my original experience?
Dreams are scary, but reality doesn't seem to be that scary anymore.
"No." Liu Song raised his hand. "There are two private rooms left, one of which has been reserved by a nobleman from the capital."
He lifted her chin, a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "It's the blood of the men of your Yan family."
But when the matter came to the family property, and since the nephew was more outstanding than his son, County Magistrate Fu would probably turn a blind eye to the matter of the stone.
If you had been married to me, you would have been less evil.
Only Li Xinheng kept chattering, "Brother ran so slowly just now that you couldn't catch up with him. Not only that, but brother's ears looked like they were cooked."
The pavilion chief smacked his lips and asked, "Can I order some Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?"
"That's terrible!" The pavilion chief thought for a moment and then said, "You still want to eat pig intestines."
Wu Caixin looks at you quietly.
Yan Funing glanced at Fu Beimo secretly, thinking to herself, could it be that it was because I touched my chest that I woke up so early and was still in a good mood?
Fu Ciyi came back and put the stone in the corner.
The woman nodded in refusal.
The man's fingertips caressed her skin, a sneer on his lips: "I can let one of the Yan family go."
Their eyes met and they both quickly looked away.
There is no use keeping the stone. It would be bad if you use it to hit Fu Zhengqing on the head in the future.
"Sir, do you want to keep some evidence?"
My lady is treating us today, so I have to eat less.
Yan Funing took a few slow steps and said, "Uncle, you're inviting the Pavilion Master to dinner today. Is the private room available yet?"
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