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

Chapter 74 Holding in the palm of your hand

She made a lot of shredded radish cakes, and Yan Funing picked up two more pieces and put them on the piece of oil paper in Ali's hand.

Ali thanked again with tears in his eyes.

Fu Nanyao looked at his appearance and wrinkled his nose: "Your family is poor, so it cannot be a reason why you don't like to be clean. You should wash your clothes."

Ali saw that the people from the Fu family were indeed clean. Not only were their skin fair, but their clothes were even very clean.

Especially Bei Mo's brother, there was no wrinkle on his clothes.

"I see."

Ali held the cake and ran away.

As he ran away, there was a slight sob, and Wanniang heard it.

This young man is several months older than Funing, but he has no ability to live alone.

Thinking of this, Wanniang felt even more distressed about her daughter-in-law.

My daughter-in-law makes money to support her family and takes care of her blind mother-in-law. There is no such a good daughter in the world!

Then he said to his eldest son, "Ciyi, please treat Funing well!"

Fu Ciyi was stunned. He was just talking about Ali's affairs. Why did he suddenly say this?

But my mother had to respond immediately and nodded to say yes.

Wanniang sighed when she heard that her son deserved to be perfunctory.

Fu Ciyi realized that his mother was dissatisfied, so he looked at Yan Funing and said, "I've written."

"Okay." Yan Funing said happily, "Mom, my husband is going to teach me how to write."

Wan Niang nodded then: "Go."

When the young couple returned to the room, Wanniang also asked her daughter to help her back to the east wing.

"I think Brother Yi is lukewarm to your sister-in-law. The young man next to him wants to stick to his wife all the time. He is so good that he wants to stay two miles away from your sister-in-law."

Fu Nanyao dared not say that she had asked her brother, and her brother said she would not like Yan Funing.

Now she knows their two-year agreement, which is because she knows the reason why her brother and sister-in-law keep their distance.

For this reason, she didn't dare to tell her mother.

He just said, "Mom, you have discovered it too, and I have discovered it too."

Wanniang sat on the edge of the bed and said, "You said, how can we match up?"

"Mom, I don't think we can come out of the way. You don't know my brother's temper. He is too independent."

Wan Niang nodded: "You have made sense."

The west wing room at this moment.

Fu Ciyi freed up one side of the desk, took a brand new brush, and asked her, "Can you start writing?"

Yan Funing: "Start the writing?"

Looking at her expression, Fu Ciyi knew that she didn't know, so he said indifferently: "Look at me."

"Yeah." Yan Funing nodded.

I saw his slender fingers gently twisting away from the tip of the pen and twisting them to the root.

Then remove the floating hair of the pen tip and hang the pen on the pen holder. The pen tip is just hanging in the pen wash and soaked in water.

Fu Ciyi did this and spoke again: "You can use cold water or warm water to soak your new pen, and you must not use boiling water."

"Okay, I get it."

"After soaking, remove the glue from the brush hair with your hands, then squeeze the moisture dry, straighten the tip of the brush, and then you can write in ink."

Yan Funin stretched out his hand: "I'll go and get the glue."

She is already very good at tidying up hair.

It's not a problem to do the brush's hair now.

Fu Ciyi handed her the new pen, and sat back on the chair and ate shredded radish cakes.

Yan Funang glanced at him secretly as she stroked her hair.

He actually ate two shredded radish cakes so gentle and slow, and inexplicably had the temperament of a noble son from a noble family.

No wonder the book says that the noble girl in Beijing wants to marry him.

Fu Ciyi's eyebrows and eyes were not moving, but she saw his appearance and had already been in his eyes.

This girl is accustomed to observing her expressions.

After a while, Yan Funing gave him a reading of the pen. Fu Ciyi said lightly: "You can write by dipping ink."

Thinking that the cake was delicious, he got up and spread rice paper for her: "Five hundred horizontal lines, if there is no outstanding one, add another five hundred."

After saying that, he left the west wing with the plate and chopsticks.

Yan Funing thought he couldn't hear it and muttered: "I'm so strict in teaching my wife. I'm going to a village school to teach students tomorrow. I wonder how strict it will be? I will definitely scare all the students away!"

She really just wants to know traditional Chinese characters and can write them.

I never thought that someone would teach her and insist that she practice calligraphy well.

No, he went out and hadn't taught him how to write.

Then he stepped out of the room, but unexpectedly he stood at the window with a plate and chopsticks, with no expression on his handsome face.

She was in the house just now and couldn't see him.

Now I saw it when I stepped out of the door.

It looks like Modern Times complaining behind the head teacher when he was in school and being caught on the spot.

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

Yan Funing pulled the corners of her lips awkwardly, and smiled stiffly: "Husband, Master, Fu Ciyi, I don't mean that. I mean it's better to be strict, and a strict teacher will produce a high disciple."

Just when Yan Funing thought he would be angry and punished her, she didn't expect that he just smiled lightly and turned around and went to the kitchen.

Let her go?

Fu Ciyi will come back soon.

He sat down with his long fingers, knocked the rice paper at one end of the desk, and said lazyly: "Write a thousand horizontal lines."

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Yan Funian sat on the round stool with a bitter face and said aggrievedly: "But you haven't taught me how to write horizontally yet."

Without teaching her, how could she write brilliantly?

Fu Ciyi slowly lifted his eyelids and looked at her: "Look at my hand gesture."

Yan Funing blinked, her hands in front of her were slender and fair, with clear joints, and she was too beautiful.

"Your hands look so good!"

"Yan Funing, flattery is useless, one thousand and one hundred ways."

Hearing the sound, Yan Funing pressed down on the corner of her lips.

She regretted asking him to teach him, it was too strict.

Afraid that he would punish him again, he pursed his lips, followed his gesture of pinching the pen, and adjusted the pen in his hand.

Seeing that her writing was still not standardized, Fu Ciyi stood up, held her little hand with his big palm, and broke her **** where she should put it.

Then quickly withdraw your hand.

Sure enough, his hands could hold her hands in the palm of his hand.

Fu Ciyi put his hands behind his back, closed his palm unnaturally, and pinched it up again.

Her hands were so soft that they seemed to be boneless. Her fingertips were so soft that they could easily deformed by him.

Yan Funing didn't think much about it at all. She only knew how to teach writing and correct postures. It was normal to be touched.

Then he looked up at him standing: "Then how can I write?"

Fu Ciyi, the hand behind him, clenched his fists again, and coughed lightly: "I hold your hand, you feel the strength, especially the strength of starting, executing and ending the brush."

Yan Funing stood up casually and raised her hand: "You hold it."

Fu Ciyi was stunned.

Is she too simple or why?

Seeing that his white and soft little hand was right in front of him, he still held it. When he taught her to write horizontally, his heart pounded.

He held her hand and wrote three horizontal lines one after another.

Soon, Yan Funing said happily: "I can do it."

Only then did Fu Ciyi withdraw his hand, sit back on the chair, calm down, and copy it by himself.

After a while, Yan Funing exclaimed: "Fu Ciyi, can I write less? My hands hurt."

Her hands were shaking.

The correct posture of holding the pen to write a brush is different from pinching the scalpel.

(End of this chapter)