Chapter 93 Extinguishing the Candles
Cheng Nianying:?
She glared at him.
Fu Yi deliberately asked, "Why is my wife unhappy?"
Cheng Nianying flatly denied it: "No."
Fu Yi wanted to laugh.
She could have refused.
But for her, there seems to be no such way out.
So no matter whether it succeeds or not, no matter how risky it is, she will do it anyway.
"Pack up and leave." Fu Yi waved everyone away.
At this time, Cheng Nianying tried his best to recall the woman he had met in the past... and decided to pretend to be lame.
She stood up from the chair, took a step towards Fu Yi, and then stumbled.
Fu Yi caught her.
Fu Yi didn't use much strength, so the two of them rolled into a ball on the carpet.
Fu Yi: "Madam, are you going to try it on the ground?"
Cheng Nianying: "..."
She had to emphasize it herself: "My legs hurt."
Fu Yi reached out and probed: "Where is it?"
He pinched her calf: "Does it hurt here?"
He pinched the inside of his thigh again: "Or here?"
Cheng Nianying's hands, legs and face were stiff from being pinched, and she didn't know where the pain was.
He quickly said, "It hurts, it hurts."
Fu Yi slowly picked up her intact hand and said, "The hand is always good..."
Cheng Nianying's surprise and suspicion were almost visible in her eyes and reflected on Fu Yi's face.
Fu Yi squeezed her hand and chuckled softly, "Well, it's still early. I see you're not tired at all. Why don't you light the lamp and continue reading?"
really?
Cheng Nianying raised her eyes and glanced at him.
Fu Yi had already moved to help her up from the ground.
As soon as she stood firmly, he immediately let go and went to find her the book she had read during the day.
When he came back a little while later, all the candles in the house were lit.
"I will light the lamp for you, and I will ask you to grind ink for me, how about that?"
Cheng Nianying...can't.
There are still too many things she doesn't know.
Cheng Nianying was still pursing her lips when Fu Yi had already placed the ink stick in her palm.
Such things are usually done by maids and servants, so it is not uncommon for the daughter of a marquis to not be able to do it. Thinking of this, Cheng Nianying took action without any pressure.
Cheng Nianying's grip was a bit too strong, and a corner of the ink stick was knocked off as soon as she put it on.
She couldn't help but glance at Fu Yi guiltily, but Fu Yi's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't noticed at all.
Cheng Nianying suddenly felt more relieved.
"The ink must be straight, go slowly at first, and then speed up when the ink is thick." Fu Yi suddenly supported her wrist.
Cheng Nianying responded, "Okay," and did as he said.
What a great student.
"Okay." Fu Yi pulled her hand over and wiped her fingertips.
"Do you smell the aroma?" he asked.
Cheng Nianying resisted the urge to take the medicine, but she couldn't smell anything. She could only pretend to be silent.
Fu Yi didn't care and continued, "There are camphor and cloves in it." He opened the box beside him and took out a new ink stick.
The new one was even more exquisite, shaped like a lyre, with the strings and carvings outlined in gold.
"This one has pearl powder and gold foil added to it." Fu Yi took her fingertips and led her to touch the ink body, "The gold foil is applied very carefully."
"Can I give it to you?"
It is elegant and covered with gold foil, making it a first-class gift in Cheng Nianying's heart!
She agreed immediately: "Okay!"
Fu Yi lowered his head and opened the sachet around her waist.
Cheng Nianying didn't even have time to hide.
"What is this?" Fu Yi pointed at the pill.
Cheng Nianying lied with her eyes open: "Fragrant pills."
The scented pills in the sachet are the most reasonable.
"Hmm." Fu Yi casually threw the ink stick onto the table. "It can't fit in here anymore. Let's put it away tomorrow."
He then opened the book that Li Cheng Nianying had been reading during the day, and asked as he turned the pages, "Does my wife like this book very much?"
Do you want to give this to her too? Cheng Nianying really wants it.
As Fu Yi said, books are expensive. In the past, when I was busy with filming, I had no chance to read.
"Yeah, I like it." Cheng Nianying nodded.
"Which part do you like?"
Cheng Nianying stretched out her finger and nodded.
Fu Yi lowered his eyes and muttered softly: "I pour out ten cups of wine easily, and sing a hundred poems when I feel happy. The mist and clouds outside the world are my companions, and the sun and moon in the pot are as beautiful as the moon..."
"My lady is quite unrestrained and free-spirited, just like the people of the Jin Dynasty."
After he finished praising her, he suddenly hugged Cheng Nianying around the waist and pressed her on his knees.
In the past, Prince Danshuo had sometimes been close to her, but it was never like today. Even Cheng Nianying, whose perception had become dull, could still smell the danger from Fu Yi.
That is the natural threat of adult men.
It gave her the illusion that she was being invaded all the time.
So Cheng Nianying quietly moved her butt.
Fu Yi seemed unaware of it. He picked up the pen and dipped it in ink. Then he grabbed Cheng Nianying's fingers, pried them apart one by one, and stuffed the pen body in.
Ink falls on the paper.
He held Cheng Nianying's hand and wrote the first word: Wait.
Followed by the second word, and the third word.
Cheng Nianying's attention was instantly drawn to the paper - he was guiding her to write.
For Cheng Nianying, this was more like teaching her how to write.
She held her breath slightly, carefully watching the tip of the pen sketch. So this is how a piece of calligraphy is written...
"Isn't this way of keeping the strength and the tip of the brush in place better-looking than the handwriting you're used to at home?"
Cheng Nianying and Fu Yi had both seen the handwriting left by Qin Yurong in the Marquis's Mansion. Yes, it was better looking. The strokes were more beautiful.
Cheng Nianying couldn't even write characters like Qin Yurong.
Now I'm learning something better...
"This is Zhao Ti. If you like it, I'll take you to try it tomorrow."
"Yeah." Cheng Nianying lowered her tone to appear not to be too happy.
I actually forgot to avoid Fu Yi.
Fu Yi put down his pen and handed her the book: "Take a look."
But she still sat in his arms.
Cheng Nianying tried to struggle, but Fu Yi locked her up tightly.
Just watch it like this?
Cheng Nianying turned to peek at Fu Yi. He looked like a gentleman, and without even glancing at the book, he pulled it out.
It doesn’t seem strange for a normal couple to huddle together and read like this... Cheng Nianying slowly relaxed her body and leaned on Fu Yi.
...and somewhat comfortable.
Cheng Nianying licked her lips and reached out to turn the book to the place she had read during the day.
"The cuffs are dirty." Fu Yi said suddenly.
Cheng Nianying lowered her head to look.
He didn't know when his cuffs were stained with ink, and after rubbing it against his sleeves, even Fu Yi's clothes were stained.
He loves cleanliness and cannot tolerate it.
Cheng Nianying immediately said: "Change clothes..."
Fu Yi chuckled and rolled up her sleeves: "It might as well be a little dirtier."
He buried his head in her neck. He had just taught her how to write, and now he was teaching her how to do other things patiently.
Cheng Nianying finally used her hand.
She couldn't break free.
Later, he was forced to lie down on the desk.
"Candle..." she managed to spit out stubbornly, "put out the candle."
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