After entering the wrong bridal chamber, I went to farm with the powerful minister

Chapter 17 Tears are hot
After a while, Fu Beimo and Fu Nanyao started to quarrel.

They were so noisy that they refused to give in.

Yan Funing walked out of the house, carrying a backpack with one hand.

The basket full of winter bamboo shoots was so heavy that she couldn't carry it, so she called out: "Beimo, can you help me move it to the kitchen?"

Fu Beimo wrinkled his nose at Fu Nanyao, walked to Yan Funing, grabbed the handle of the basket 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 bundled thin bamboo poles into the woodshed.

After these two trips, Fu Beimo forgot to continue arguing with Fu Nanyao.

Wan Niang's ears were kept perked up. She couldn't see the children in the courtyard, but she heard everything they said and did.

If Funing's previous move to withdraw from Yi's marriage was inappropriate, now "it seems" that she behaves in a very orderly manner.

In just a few words, Bei Mo, the troublemaker, was convinced.

Maybe she should have such a daughter-in-law.
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It was night, and the mountain wind was howling.

Today is the ninth day of the first lunar month, and the sound of firecrackers outside is less than the previous few days.

Yan Fu Ning's right hand was injured, and it was quite awkward to bandage her right hand with her left hand.

However, washing before going to bed wetted the wound, so she had to change the cloth.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and taking off the wet cloth, the wound in front of me was still shocking.

She frowned and wrapped the dry cloth up in circles.

At this moment, Fu Ciyi came to her and took the cloth from her hand.

Yan Funing raised her eyes to look at him, astonishment flashed in her eyes.

Is he going to help her?
Fu Ciyi continued to wrap it twice, then picked up both ends of the cloth, pulled it up, and tightened it tightly to tie a knot.

Yan Fu shrank her hands, her eyes quickly turned red, and she sobbed.

"It hurts, can you please be gentle?"

She cries coquettishly, and is really delicate to the extreme.

I don’t know if he did it carelessly, or if he deliberately hurt her, and he pulled hard when tying the knot.

Her wound collapsed and blood oozed out.

She immediately shed tears.

Tears were hot and splashed on the back of his hands.

Fu Ciyi's palms immediately became stiff.

This woman is really squeamish, he has experienced it firsthand.

He was stunned when he saw more and more blood on the cloth strip.

Just now he saw that it was difficult for her to bandage one hand, so he took the initiative to help.But as soon as he got close to her, he remembered the scene where she pointed at her nose and scolded him.

As a result, he couldn't control the strength of his hands.

In fact, he didn't know how much force he should use.

Moreover, it was the first time I saw a woman's hand so close up. It was white and slender, with a section of skin exposed on the wrist, like mutton-fat white jade...

It made him inexplicably irritable.

Therefore, when bandaging, he barely touched her skin, making it harder to control the force.

The strip of cloth was immediately stained red with blood, and Yan Funing had to replace it.

Looking at the bloody cloth strip, she couldn't help but think of the fragment she saw in the book.

After someone became a powerful official, he dealt with many people and often had blood on his hands.

Whenever this happens, he will come to another hospital.

What shocked her the most was that while he was slowly wiping his knuckles, he called her with a warm smile: "Be good, come here."

When he said this, his tone was extremely cold.

She trembled and carefully wiped his palms, backs and fingers clean with a wet handkerchief.

At this time, he will say: "Guess when will my hands be stained with your blood?"

Recalling this, Yan Funing was unwilling to ask him for help anymore.

She sat sideways and tied a knot on the cloth with her teeth and her good hand.

Seeing this, Fu Ciyi opened his palms and clenched them again.

She seemed afraid of him.Seeing that there were still tears hanging on her lower eyelashes, crystal clear and teetering on the edge of falling, he twisted his eyebrows in disgust.

After taking care of the wound, Yan Funing turned around and sat cross-legged.

"When I entered the mountain, I thought about it. We are really not suitable, and I can't handle the relationship with your family. Otherwise, we..."

He suddenly said: "Yan Funing, what do you want?"

Now that they are husband and wife, what else does she want?

This person's voice had an edge, and his eyebrows seemed to be frosted, and Yan Funing's heart trembled.

He hurriedly got out of bed, looked up at him, and said to him in a consultative tone: "It would be best if you are willing to give me a divorce letter. If not, you can also give me a divorce letter. The divorce letter will take two years, and I will probably Can’t wait.”

"Whether it's a letter of release from my wife, a letter of divorce, or a letter of divorce, I have already written one, and I will never write it again in this life."

His voice was dull, and a cold dark glow surged into his deep pupils, which disappeared in an instant, and his expression remained as indifferent and alienated as ever.

Yan Funing couldn't figure out what his expression meant, and her heart seemed to be filled with confusion.

It cost her two years.

who?
Stubborn and paranoid!

Even after thinking about it, she still boldly asked: "Is there room for negotiation?"

"No."

He stood in front of her like this, looking noble and elegant. However, his stern face made her panic.

Could he be torturing her in advance? ——
Before going to bed, Yan Funing hung up the sheets as usual, endured the pain in her palms, and fixed the two corners of the sheets.

After turning out the lights, I took off my clothes and went to bed.

It was getting quieter and quieter outside the window, and a faint silver light gradually appeared, as if snow had fallen.

Yan Funing slept very uneasily.

She heard that someone sleeping on the other side of the bed was breathing slowly, and it was hard for her to move.

It's just that the person is getting more and more uncomfortable. He lies down forcefully and doesn't know when he 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!"

Yan Funing sat up and wanted to get out of bed, but found that her limbs were weak.

I was wondering if I was tired from running around these days, but when I pressed my swollen temples, I realized that my forehead was surprisingly hot.

She pushed herself up, got dressed, put away the hanging sheets, and opened the door.

As far as the eye can see, the mountains and fields are covered with snow.

Seeing that she finally got up, Fu Beimo made a snowball and brought it over.

"Sister-in-law got up late today."

"Ah."

Yan Funing responded feebly. The snow was very thick and it was still falling. It seemed that the winter bamboo shoots dug yesterday would not be sold in the town today.

At this time, a cold voice came from the woodshed next door: "Fu Beimo."

"Come on, come on." Fu Beimo responded, turned to Yan Funing and said, "The roof of the woodshed has collapsed under the weight of snow. My brother is repairing it, so I went to help. Sister-in-law, can we play in the snow again later?"

Yan Funing's throat was dry and speechless, so she nodded.

Suddenly his vision went dark and he fell to the ground.

"Sister-in-law, why are you lying on the ground motionless?" Fu Beimo kept crying, "Sister-in-law bled too much yesterday. I said I was going to die. Isn't she really dead now?"

He went to pull her sleeves and saw that her hands were bandaged, so he cried even harder.

Yan Funing heard this in a daze and wanted to give a reaction, but she couldn't.

After that, he completely lost consciousness.

Fu Beimo jumped anxiously: "Brother, brother, sister-in-law is dead!"

Fu Ciyi, who was standing on a ladder repairing the roof, heard that the hammer almost hit his hand.

(End of this chapter)