Chapter 815 The Bride Who Died of Fright 2
Could it be that he was thinking about giving his wife a wedding night before he went to sleep, so he slept with her in a daze?!
"Cough," he's actually quite capable!
"Wife, wife, it's time for us to go and serve tea to our parents."
Ning Yan opened her eyes and saw Song Yanzhao holding the handkerchief with a smug smile on his face. She couldn't bear to look at him. She quickly turned her head and beckoned a maid to help her find clothes and wash up.
Song Yanzhao was somewhat surprised. Wasn't his wife a peasant girl? How come she could order people around so easily?
The two went to the main courtyard, where Mr. and Mrs. Song were already waiting. When they saw their son and daughter-in-law arrive, they were surprisingly not angry. Instead, they looked at the two with smiles.
"Zhao'er seems more energetic than yesterday."
Song Yanzhao, who was about to pay his respects, was taken aback when he heard this, as he seemed to have not coughed at all today.
He looked at his new wife with surprise; it seemed that the marriage arrangement to bring good luck had really worked.
"It's all thanks to my wife. Father and mother, I feel much better. I haven't coughed for at least 45 minutes since I woke up."
Mr. and Mrs. Song were overjoyed. When serving tea, they not only made things difficult for Ning Yan in the slightest, but also gave her five hundred taels of silver as pocket money.
For a small landowner in an ordinary town, five hundred taels of silver as pocket money is already a lot.
The Ning family, a large household of over twenty people, didn't spend much silver in a year. After all, they had grain, vegetables, and eggs. Apart from buying some seeds, seasonings, and the lowest quality cloth, their other expenses were really small.
“You are a good person, you have brought good fortune to our Yanzhao. You two are newly married, so have a couple of days of rest. When you come back from your homecoming, you can learn to manage the household from your mother.”
Madam Song was a wise woman. Her son was weak, and even if he recovered, it was impossible to expect him to achieve great things.
The only hope is their daughter-in-law. Although she comes from a farming family and is illiterate, she is only fifteen. If she teaches her well, she can eventually raise her. In a couple of years, she can give them a son or daughter, and the Song family line will continue.
Ning Yan smiled and replied, "Yes, Mother."
Old Master Song, being a man, couldn't say much to his daughter-in-law. He only pulled his son aside to ask and instruct him on various matters. After all, this was his only child, a single seedling among thousands of acres of land, so he couldn't help but be nervous.
Yes, their family really does own thousands of acres of land.
It is said that landlords are extremely wealthy. Putting aside everything else, just these thousands of acres of fertile land alone are worth more than ten taels of silver per acre. They really do have a fortune.
For many years, Master Song had only had one son. He had tried taking concubines and sleeping with them, but those women just couldn't get pregnant. After a while, he resigned himself to his fate and devoted himself to raising his only son.
Madam Song had breakfast served, and the family of four ate together. Madam Song watched as her son ate two crystal steamed dumplings and a bowl of lean meat porridge, and she was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. Her son might really be able to survive.
After breakfast, Song Yanzhao said he was tired, and Madam Song immediately urged, "Quickly, go back and rest. You don't need to come to my place tonight. You and your husband can eat in your own courtyard."
The ancients valued the custom of paying respects to their ancestors at dawn and dusk, and this was true even though the Song family was just a small landowner.
The couple returned to their courtyard. Song Yanzhao's health was too weak, so he went back to bed as soon as he got back.
Fortunately, the Song family's house wasn't too big; otherwise, he probably would have had to have it carried back.
After serving him until he was ready to rest, the servant also left the room.
After being up all night, Ning Yan was also very tired, so she simply went to bed to rest.
I slept for two hours, and when I woke up again it was almost noon.
"Is the young mistress awake?"
Ning Yan nodded and said, "Bring up lunch."
I woke up hungry, even though I hadn't done anything. I still can't skip a meal.
Song Yanzhao, who was in bed, also woke up.
He slept soundly and felt more relaxed than ever before.
"Wife, please pour me a glass of water."
Ning Yan: "Wait a minute, the water in the teapot is cold."
The maid outside the door had already heard the noise. She quickly went to get hot water, and soon the water arrived. Ning Yan poured half a cup of hot water, let it cool slightly, and handed it to Song Yanzhao.
After drinking half a glass of water, Song Yanzhao felt hungry, which was very rare for him, as he usually didn't even realize he was hungry.
After the maidservant set out the meal, Song Yanzhao sat down and invited Ning Yan to start eating. He then abandoned his usual soup bowl and picked up some stir-fried melon slices to eat.
He actually ate half a bowl of rice and some vegetables for this meal.
Could it be that his health is really about to improve significantly?
Ning Yan: That's impossible, because the yin energy on his body is still there.
She also wanted to figure out how the ghost had gotten into his body.
After lunch, Song Yanzhao picked up a book and leaned against the soft couch to read. Although he was weak when he was young, he was not so weak that he could not move. His father sent him to school to study for several years.
The original owner of this body was illiterate.
Ning Yan moved closer to Song Yanzhao and asked him to read it to her.
Seeing his wife so close to him, Song Yanzhao was delighted, so he simply started reading to her from the first page, and then taught her to read after finishing a chapter.
This book is a biography.
The main character is a prince named Si Yutang.
It tells the story of how he helped his nephew secure his throne.
Ning Yan only vaguely "learned" about twenty words, and Song Yanzhao praised her to the skies.
The couple read books together in a harmonious atmosphere, chatting and laughing, which pleased the servants who were serving them.
That evening, Song Yanzhao ate a small bowl of noodles and two quail eggs. He was quite satisfied with the meal. When he reported to the main courtyard, his wife and master were also very pleased.
After dinner, the couple washed up and went to bed early.
After reading for a while, Song Yanzhao was a little tired and fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed.
Midnight.
Ning Yan was woken up by being rubbed again.
I thought it was that scarred, rough man from last night again, but it turned out that the person on me—no, the person on me—had a different ghost inside.
The male ghost wore a white jade crown and a white feather robe. His face was as beautiful as jade, and his appearance was unparalleled. When he saw that Ning Yan was awake, he did not say anything. He directly took off their clothes with gentle yet strong movements. Ning Yan was so tormented by him that she couldn't sleep all night. As soon as the rooster crowed in the morning, the man left.
Ning Yan: ...I was so busy communicating that I didn't have time to talk before the ghost slipped away again.
This time, Song Yanzhao woke up as soon as the dead man left.
He found himself lying on top of his wife, the ground beneath him a mess. He quickly got up, not daring to call for water. Enduring the discomfort, he took a towel, soaked it in the water the maid had prepared before bedtime, and cleaned them both up. Then, with a happy expression, he hugged Ning Yan and said, "Sleep now, thank you for your hard work, my wife."
Ning Yan: ...Sometimes when people are speechless, they really are speechless.
Never mind, she should just go to sleep.
When I woke up again, it was an hour and a half later.
The maid knocked on the door and woke up the two people inside.
"Young Madam, today is your homecoming day, and the Old Madam has already prepared all the gifts."
The old lady called for people to ask how the young master was feeling. They took good care of him and reported the situation truthfully. The old lady was very satisfied when she learned that the young master hadn't coughed much all day and had been sleeping soundly. If it weren't for the fact that the young mistress was returning to her parents' home today, she definitely wouldn't have let them call for people.
The previous chapter was censored before being released, and some parts were deleted. This chapter is late, sorry.
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