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

Chapter 71 Curvy

The couple walked home.

Yan Funing said, "It's probably worth it to work hard for the whole morning. I'm just waiting for the news from the internet. Fu Ciyi, are you right?"

Just now when he was separated from Li Zheng, he said that the subsequent situation of the school children returning to the village school would be communicated in time.

Fu Ciyi slowly pinched his wrist with a faint expression.

She called him "husband" in front of her, and then called him the full name behind her.

It's clear.

Seeing that he was silent, Yan Funing asked again, "I have been writing for a long time and have been holding my wrists. Can't I teach me how to read and write today?"

Fu Ciyi smiled helplessly and said coldly: "Copy it in the afternoon, and there is time left in the evening. I will teach you how to write your name first."

"Okay," she said, "I learned very quickly."

Fu Ciyi just smiled but said nothing. Yan Funing had many strokes in front and back. I wonder if she would give up.

As he walked, Yan Funing suddenly stopped walking.

Fu Ciyi looked back at her and just walked side by side. Why did she feel like she was being used to have a soul-fixing technique?

"Why don't you move?"

Yan Funing smiled awkwardly: "I..."

She was so angry that she didn't dare to move now.

After all, menstrual bags in ancient times were not as useful as modern things, and she was afraid of leaking them out.

Fu Ciyi walked back to her: "Your legs are numb?"

Yan Funing shook her head: "No."

She waved at him, signaling him to hold his ear.

Fu Ciyi looked around for a week and asked him to approach her on his own initiative, which was quite difficult.

Fortunately, there are not many pedestrians on the road at this moment.

After walking around in my heart, I lowered my head and put my ears to her face.

Yan Funing raised her hand to cover her lips, her voice was extremely light and small: "Help me see if there is any one behind me that seep out?"

Fu Ciyi finally understood why she didn't move.

At the same time, his handsome face crawled with a thin layer of redness.

How could this woman ask him to see this?

He is a man!

No matter how unwilling, how embarrassed or embarrassed he was, he still walked behind her and took a look.

A quick glance.

What's even more terrible is that with just one glance, a gust of wind blew, her skirt was tightly attached to her body, and her waist and hips were clearly distinguished.

The waist is slender, the curves are exquisite, and the graceful and graceful.

Such a picture has been imprinted in my mind.

"No."

He strides forward, not wanting to tell her to notice something abnormal on his face.

Yan Funing let out a long sigh and walked carefully.

I have just stood for a long time, and as soon as I walk around, I am a little more active.

When the couple returned home, Fu Beimo had already returned from playing and was burning fire in the stove, while Wanniang and Fu Nanyao were cooking.

Soon, the food was cooked and Wanniang greeted everyone to have a meal.

"The roasted pork with oil tofu was hot, Bei Mo went to the field to pull a cabbage, and Nan Yao simply cooked a bowl of vegetable soup. Ci Yi and Fu Ning both worked hard, eat more."

Yan Funing said, "I don't work hard. My husband has written all morning, so it's hard."

When Fu Ciyi heard the sound, his eyebrows and eyes moved slightly.

How did she do it so smoothly?

After dinner, the couple went back to the room.

One person copied books, the other person sewed clothes, and waited for the news.

When the dusk is about to fall, Lizheng finally comes.

Others were still outside the fence, and the voice had already come in: "Teacher, good news, there are many school children, all of them go back to the village school to go to school."

Fu Ciyi stood up and left the west wing: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

He waved his hand: "It's all what I should do, and the Master is working hard." After saying that, he walked outward, "It's not too early, and I should go home too. Then ask Master to go to the village school to teach at the 21st!"

Fu Ciyi nodded and answered, watching him leave.

Feeling that it was time to have dinner at night, Yan Funing left the west wing and went to the stove, but unexpectedly she was bombarded by her mother-in-law.

"It's a good time to go back to the room and have a rest. Be good."

Yan Funing smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait to eat."

Wan Niang nodded: "Well, although what we cook is not as delicious as you cook, it is much better than what Ci Yi makes."

Yan Funing chuckled.

At this time, Fu Nanyao came over with a spatula and asked her, "You sewed the clothes for a while, what's wrong?" Yan Funing said, "Sewed for a few more days, you should be ready."

Fu Nanyao nodded: "Okay, then you wear it and show it to me."

Yan Funing asked, "Where is your trick?"

Fu Nanyao pursed her lips: "I haven't done that set yet, I want to see your effect first."

This afternoon, she has been making her brother's long gown.

My elder brother is high, and it costs fabric and stitches.

These days she has to work day and night so that her brother can put on it as soon as possible.

Yan Funing didn't think much about it, but she just thought that Fu Nanyao still couldn't accept the skirt that was made up of two colors, and wanted to see her wearing it first.

After saying a few more words, Yan Funing went to the yard and reached out to touch the bed sheets that were sunburned early in the morning.

It's still trendy.

It seems that there are no bed sheets to hang at night.

—

It was night.

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

Fu Ciyi copied it for another hour.

Realizing that the number of pages copied today was enough, he put down his pen and looked sideways at Yan Funing still sewing clothes, and asked her, "Do you still learn?"

Yan Funing put down the fabric and said happily: "Is it OK?"

"Well, come here."

Fu Ciyi took out a piece of rice paper and spread it out.

Yan Funing took away the needle and thread, stood beside him, and saw that he wrote her name on the paper.

"There are many strokes, you can get to know each other first."

He put the pen down.

"Can I try to write?"

Fu Ciyi raised his hand and said, "Yes."

Yan Fu Ning pinched the pen. Hyundai had never written a brush at all. This was her first time writing a brush, and she was really nervous for a moment.

Fu Ciyi saw her pen swaying, raised his hand to stabilize the pen in her hand, and said warmly: "Hand is stable."

Stable hands?

Yan Funing thought, this is easy to do.

Just think of the pen as a scalpel.

In just a moment, her hands stabilized.

Fu Ciyi nodded with gratitude: "Put down."

Yan Funing looked at him: "Do you want to write one horizontal and one vertical first, starting from here?"

"It's okay, I'll write your name tonight, and then follow it with confidence and boldness." He said warmly, "Let's start systematic learning tomorrow."

The traditional Chinese and simplified Chinese characters Yan Funing only has "Yan" and there is little difference.

She started writing, but it could actually be very fast.

Because I can’t write calligraphy, I can’t tell whether there is a pen tip or not when I write it, but I still have a shape.

Fu Ciyi said in surprise: "You could write your own name, right?"

Yan Funing smiled and said, "You have to know how to write your own name, right?"

Fu Ciyi nodded slightly: "You can write horizontal words first, and write horizontal words at least 500 times a day."

Yan Funning twitched the corner of her lips: "Five hundred times?"

"I think it's too little? Then it's a thousand times."

"no."

"I think it's too much, huh?"

"Not that, it's vain." She smiled playfully, "I knew how to write, and I didn't want to become a calligrapher."

"You are the first person I teach, and it is my responsibility to teach you well."

"ah?"

Yan Fu's eyebrows were furrowed, and she was forced to learn to become a calligrapher?

Fu Ciyi did not continue the topic, but said, "It's not too early, go to bed."

Yan Funing put away the clothes that had not been sewn yet and whispered her lips: "But the sheets are not dry and the bed cannot be separated."

"Yan Funing, what do you think you are in your current situation? What can I do to you?"

His voice was thin, faint in the night.

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