After Entering the Wrong Bridal Chamber, I Went to Farm With the Sinister and Powerful Official

Chapter 17 Tears are hot

Before long, Fu Beimo and Fu Nanyao started arguing.

They quarrel so hard that they refused to give in to each other.

Yan Funing walked out of the house and carried the basket with one hand.

The whole basket of winter bamboo shoots was very heavy, and she couldn't carry them, so she shouted, "Bei Mo, please help me move them to the stove?"

Fu Beimo then wrinkled his nose at Fu Nanyao, walked to Yan Funing, grabbed the basket handle with both hands, and put it in the stove.

Seeing that he was going to quarrel with Fu Nanyao again, Yan Funing asked him to help put the thin bamboo poles tied into bundles into the woodshed.

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

Wanniang's ears were always standing up, and she couldn't see the figures of the children in the yard, but she had heard what they said and done.

If Fu Ning had previously retired from Ci Yi's marriage, it shouldn't be said that she was very well-organized now.

In a few words, Bei Mo said this trick-and-treated person in a very convincing way.

Maybe she should have such a daughter-in-law.

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That night, the mountain wind whistled.

Today is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, and there are more firecrackers outside than in the previous few days.

Yan Funin injured his right hand, and it was quite awkward to bandage his right hand with his left hand.

However, when she washed up before going to bed, she wet her wounds, so she had to change the cloth strips.

When I sat on the edge of the bed and replaced the wet cloth strip, the wound in front of me was still shocking.

She frowned and wrapped the dry cloth strips upwards in circles.

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

Yan Funning looked up at him, and there was a flash of surprise in her eyes.

Is he going to help her?

Fu Ciyi continued to wrap around twice, then picked up the ends of the cloth strip, lifted it up, and tied a knot with force.

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

"It hurts, can you be gentle?"

He was so cute and charming, but he was so delicate.

I don’t know whether he was not sure whether he was trying to hurt her or deliberately hurt her, so he pulled her hard during the thrust.

Her wound broke and blood oozed out again.

She immediately shed tears.

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

Fu Ciyi's palm immediately became stiff.

This woman is so spoiled, he has a personal experience.

Seeing that the blood on the cloth strip was getting more and more, he was stunned.

It was just now that he saw that she was not able to bandage with one hand, so he took the initiative to help. But as soon as he approached her, he remembered the scene where she pointed at her nose and scolded her.

In this way, his hands were unable to control their strength.

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

Moreover, for the first time I saw a woman's hands so close, she was fair and slender, and her wrist exposed a piece of skin, like white jade with mutton fat...

It made him inexplicably irritated.

Therefore, when bandaging, he basically didn't touch her skin, and the strength was even more difficult to control.

The cloth twelve was immediately stained with blood, so Yan Funin had to replace it again.

Looking at the **** strips she changed, she couldn't help but remember the clips she saw in the book.

After someone became a powerful minister, he dealt with many people and his hands were often stained with blood.

Whenever this happens, he will come to the other courtyard.

What she was most terrifying was that while slowly wiping his knuckles, he called her with a gentle smile: "Be good, come here."

When I said this, my tone was extremely cold.

She trembled and wiped his palms, backs and fingers with a wet palm.

At this time he would say, "Guess, when will my hands be covered with blood?"

Recalling this, Yan Funing didn't want to ask him for help anymore.

She sat sideways, and tied a knot on the cloth strip with her teeth and the uninjured hand.

Seeing this, Fu Ciyi opened his palm and clenched it again.

She seemed to be afraid of him. Seeing that there were still tears hanging on her eyelashes, crystal clear and shaking, his eyebrows twisted in annoyance.

After treating the wound, Yan Funin 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 well. Otherwise, we..."

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

She is already a couple, what else can she want?

This person's voice was sharp, and his eyebrows seemed to be frosted, and Yan Funian's heart trembled.

After getting out of bed, he looked up at him, and said to him in a negotiated tone: "It would be best if you are willing to give your wife's letter. If you can't, you can give your divorce. It will take two years for that letter to leave, and I will probably be fine. Can't wait."

"Whether it is a letter to release my wife, divorce, or divorce, I have written one, and I will never write it again in this life."

His voice was dull, and his deep pupils surged with a cold dark light, fleeting, and his face was as indifferent as ever.

Yan Funing couldn't figure out what the meaning of his expression was, and her heart seemed to be in a mess.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

It took her two years.

Who is it?

Stubborn and paranoid!

Even after thinking so, she still asked boldly: "Do you have room for negotiation?"

"No."

He stood in front of her like this, holding a noble and luxurious face, and her cold face made her panic.

Could he have to torture her in advance? —

Before going to bed, Yan Funing hung the bed sheet as usual, endured the pain in her palms, and fixed the two corners of the bed sheet.

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

The window became quieter and quieter, and gradually a faint silver light appeared, as if snow had fallen.

Yan Funing slept very uneasy.

She heard that someone who was sleeping on the bed was calm and she couldn't move.

It’s just that people are getting more and more uncomfortable, and they are lying down, not knowing when they will fall asleep.

When the next day was dawn, she was awakened by Fu Beimo's screams and shouts outside.

"Wow, the snow is so thick!"

"Sister-in-law get up quickly and play with me in the snow!"

"Sister-in-law, it's time to use morning food!"

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

I was thinking about whether I was tired of running around these days, but I didn’t want to press my swollen temples, so I realized that my forehead was so hot.

She held on, put on her clothes, put away the hanging sheets, and opened the door.

Wherever you see, the mountains and fields are covered with snow.

Seeing that she finally got up, Fu Beimo squeezed a snowball over.

"My sister-in-law got up late today."

"Um."

Yan Funing responded weakly. The snow was thick and it was still falling. It seemed that the winter bamboo shoots dug yesterday could not be sold to the town today.

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

"Here's here." Fu Beimo responded, turned his eyes to Yan Funing and said, "The roof of the wood-house was crushed by snow. My brother is repairing it. I'm going to help. Sister-in-law, can we play with snow later?"

Yan Fu's throat was dry and she couldn't speak, so she nodded.

Suddenly, my eyes turned dark and I fell to the ground.

"Sister-in-law, why are you lying on the ground and not moving?" Fu Beimo cried, "My sister-in-law shed too much blood yesterday, so I said she was going to die. I won't really die now, right?"

He went to pull her sleeves and saw her hands bandaged and cried even harder.

Yan Funin heard this in a daze, and wanted to give some reaction, but he couldn't give it.

I completely lost consciousness later.

Fu Beimo was so anxious that he jumped: "Brother, brother, sister-in-law is dead!"

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

(End of this chapter)