When they came out of the cemetery, the old man beside the stone pillar came to greet them hurriedly: "Lai Fu greets the young master and the young lady."
Fang Qinglin quickly helped him up: "Uncle Fu, there's no need to be so polite. Junior Sister, this is Uncle Fu."
Xihe smiled and called out, "Uncle Fu."
"Hey!" Uncle Fu responded loudly, smiling happily.
The three of them went down the mountain. Along the way, Uncle Fu asked about Fang Qinglin's recent situation, whether he was getting used to life, whether his fellow apprentices were getting along well, and whether Master Zong was okay. His concern was evident in his words.
Uncle Fu is an old servant of the Fang family. He has been helping Fang Qinglin look after the old house over the years and has an adopted son.
"Master, Madam, please come in. I take care of this yard every day, and everything is still the same as before."
As they were talking, the three of them had already arrived at a four-story courtyard. Pushing the door open, they found the courtyard spotless and spotless, without a single fallen leaf. It was kept in perfect order, as if people from the past still lived here.
"Young Master, do you still remember this swing? My wife used to hold you in her arms and I pushed it from behind... And this wooden horse, I made for you when you were three... And this carving on the tree, I made when I measured your height when you were five... And now, in the blink of an eye, you're married."
Uncle Fu couldn't help choking up as he spoke, but it was a pity that none of the masters and ladies could see it.
Fang Qinglin fell silent and patted Uncle Fu's shoulder.
"Look at me, I was so busy talking that I forgot there was a chicken stewing in the pot!" Uncle Fu quickly wiped his tears and said, "Master, Madam, please sit down first. I'll go get the dishes."
As the people walked away, the empty yard suddenly became quiet.
Fang Qinglin took Xihe's hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you to my room."
The Fang family was once a wealthy family. Their courtyard was built very exquisitely, with rockery and gardens everywhere, and koi swimming leisurely in the fish pond, which has the charm of Jiangnan architecture.
Fang Qinglin's yard is adjacent to the main yard. When he opened the door and went in, he saw wooden horses, wooden swords, tiger shoes, cute hats, children's clothes, the four treasures of the study placed on the main table, and various graffiti on the paper... Fang Qinglin stood in front of the desk.
Xihe walked over with the little hat in hand: "How about giving this to our child in the future?"
Fang Qinglin took a look. It was an octagonal hat, embroidered with five poisonous insects to ward off evil. He seemed to see a gentle woman making a hat for a child with a smile on her face. "Well, okay."
Xihe smiled brightly at him, then went on to pick up other things, talking about how she would use them in the future.
Fang Qinglin's eyes couldn't help but become gentle, and he walked over and squatted down to discuss it together.
In the evening, the two of them sat together with Uncle Fu to have dinner.
Uncle Fu was very happy and drank a lot of wine. He couldn't even walk, so his adopted son came to pick him up.
He was an honest man, and he simply said, "Master, Madam, you two should have a good rest. I'll take Dad back to take care of him."
Fang Qinglin nodded: "Go ahead, be careful on the road."
The man carefully supported Uncle Fu and slowly led his men away.
Xihe and the other person also closed the door, washed up quickly, and returned to Fang Qinglin's room.
Lying on the bed, the cool moonlight shone in from the window. Xihe lay on the young man's chest, her fingertips unconsciously hooked on his belt, already drowsy: "Husband."
Fang Qinglin closed his eyes: "Yeah."
Xihe: "I will always be with you. We will have children in the future. Don't be unhappy."
Fang Qinglin opened his eyes and lowered his head. The woman had fair skin and a peaceful sleeping face.
The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously: "Okay."
She could see that he was in a bad mood today, so she had been accompanying him silently until now.
He couldn't help but hug the person in his arms tightly. With a wife like this, what else could a husband ask for?
The next day, after informing Uncle Fu, the two went to Taichu Sect.
The Taichu Sect was built halfway up the mountain. There were nine hundred and ninety-nine stone steps from the foot of the mountain to the mountain gate. As soon as I arrived at the foot of the mountain, I saw many disciples climbing the mountain with great effort. It was said that this was also one of the lessons.
"Fifth Senior Brother!"
Seeing them, the disciples who were practicing martial arts dropped their burdens and ran over excitedly.
"Fifth Brother, why did you come back just now? I missed you so much!"
He threw himself on Fang Qinglin, laughing and making noises: "Brother, I heard from Third Brother that you married a bride. Where is she? You didn't bring her back... Ouch, who hit me?"
The young disciple covered his head and looked around for the murderer.
The disciple rolled his eyes at this and said, "Fool." Then he stepped forward and bowed, "Disciple Lin Mao, greetings to the Fifth Sister-in-law."
Smiling, she looked clever and clever. Xihe smiled and helped him up: "Hello, Lin Mao."
He turned his wrist, took out a few gold ingots and gave them to the two young disciples.
"Thank you, Fifth Sister-in-law." Lin Mao smiled even more brightly.
The little disciple who "couldn't see" Xihe took it embarrassedly and thanked him in a low voice.
Xihe touched the little guy's head and didn't mind.
Fang Qinglin asked the two children to continue practicing and took Xihe up. On the way, they met many disciples who ran up cheering. Then, seeing Xihe, they respectfully called her "Fifth Sister-in-law".
By the time they arrived at Fang Qinglin's room, Xihe had already distributed a lot of gold ingots.
Fang Qinglin said helplessly: "Just give me something casually, there's no need to give it something so expensive."
Xihe glared at him and said, "I was so happy to see how much they liked you that I couldn't help but give them some gold ingots." Her eyes were full of affection, and what was more, this was tantamount to a direct confession of love.
Fang Qinglin's throat tightened, he clenched his fist and coughed lightly, looking away uncomfortably: "This is my bedroom..."
Xihe knew it well, but he didn't expose it. He just looked around the room cooperatively.
In fact, there was nothing much. There were a few long gowns in the cabinet, pens, ink and books on the table, and the quilt was neatly folded on the bamboo couch. Xihe sat on the edge of the bed, glanced at Fang Qinglin, and lay down on it.
"This one was sewn by my sister-in-law. The clothes of us brothers and I are all..." He turned around and was speechless for a moment.
Xihe lay on her side, put her hands on her waist, and hooked her fingers.
Fang Qinglin blushed, looking embarrassed: "Junior sister, this is a sect..."
If he had stood still, Xihe might have believed him. She hooked her arms around him and lay down. She said in a false voice, "My husband, what are you thinking? I'm just tired and want to rest for a while."
Fang Qinglin: ...Take your hands out of my clothes.
Because it was daytime and we were still in the Taichu sect, it stopped after a short while.
The young man stood up and put on his clothes. Xihe was lying on the bed, supporting his head with his hands. He looked from his shoulders to his feet with a regretful expression.
Fang Qinglin turned around and saw her unsatisfied look. His breath caught in his throat. With a red face, he went forward to help her pick up the scattered clothes one by one and whispered, "Wait until we get back down the mountain."
Xihe's eyes lit up, but she said seriously, "My husband, are you feeling completely better now?"
The young man raised his eyes and gave her a resentful look. With such excitement, he had no time to think about anything else.
Xihe burst into laughter, her body shaking with laughter, making people love and hate her.
(End of this chapter)
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