"Sister-in-law, please save me!"

Xiang Yi was startled by Tan Jian.

She simply called him to the main courtyard and had the courtyard cleared.

"What happened?"

Tan Jian looked aggrieved and hesitated to speak directly.

It seems that it is not an academic problem.

"Are you not getting along well with the bride?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Jian's face fell.

It seems so.

Xiang Yi was surprised. The bride had a cheerful and lively personality and seemed to be very compatible with Tan Jian. Why did she get into trouble just two days after the wedding?

"What's going on?"

Tan Jian started to squirm, twisting and turning so much that Xiang Yi found it funny.

"Are you really not going to tell me?" Xiang Yi asked.

He came to look for himself, not Tan Ting, which shows that he didn't want Tan Ting to know.

But if he doesn't say anything, Tan Ting will come back.

Apparently Tan Jian had also thought of this possibility and became nervous. He looked around at no one and spoke in a very low voice.

"...On our wedding day, I, I seemed to have hurt her. Before I could react, she...she kicked me off the bed."

Xiang Yi Fortunately, I didn't drink water, otherwise I would have lost my temper.

She looked at Tan Jian's flushed face, "What happens next?"

Tan Jian felt aggrieved, "I apologized to her, but she wouldn't let me go to bed."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, "I have been unable to sleep for the past two days. She was sleeping on the small couch..."

Xiang Yi rubbed his forehead.

No wonder he didn't dare to tell Tan Ting. With the temper of the Tan family uncle, he would definitely reprimand him.

Tan Jian was also worried that Tan Ting would have a bad impression of the bride.

Thinking about it this way, Xiang Yi felt that he was somewhat responsible, at least he knew how to protect his wife.

But Tan Jian was almost crying.

"Sister-in-law, what can we do? She won't talk to me now."

Xiang Yi wanted to laugh, but was afraid of embarrassing Tan Jian, so he tried his best to hold it back and whispered a few words to him.

Tan Ting blinked as he listened, "Is this okay?"

"Go and try it."

Southwest of Gu'anfang, where the Tan family lives.

In a certain courtyard, a plump lady with a round face was doing calculations with her fingers and glanced at the man standing with his head bowed.

"Tsk, tsk, now you want to ask me for advice? What have you been doing?"

This person is Mrs. Fu San, and the person standing next to her is her cousin Fu Yu.

The Fu clan is a small local clan, which was originally slightly stronger than the common people. Ever since they got on the path of Mrs. Fu San and worked in the Tan family, the whole clan has been rising with the tide.

They started out as carpenters, and the people in the clan are good at carpentry. However, they have slacked off over the years after starting their business. Not to mention that their skills have declined, and they are no longer willing to work hard and work hard.

After drinking the wedding wine that day, they actually made trouble and got into big trouble.

Fu Yu didn't dare to look up.

"Please don't be angry, cousin. I fined them half a year's wages, and they are all honest now. Without the work of the Tan family, our clan would not be able to drink the northwest wind? Please cousin, please go to the Zong family and say a few words for us. "

Don't say anything else, let's just say that the Tan family is rich, and the money they give is large and stable. They occasionally leave some wood without anyone noticing.

In particular, the Tan family wanted to give dowries to girls, so in the next two years, there would be a lot of good materials coming in. They didn't take too much, they just took a little of each kind and resold it to last for a year.

What a great thing.

Fu Yu continued to beg Mrs. Fu San.

"Isn't it better for my brother to have a steady stream of money so that he can show his love to his sister than to have this job fall into the hands of others?"

He took out an account book from his sleeve.

"Cousin, take a look, here are the accounts for this year. I have recorded the commission for my cousin. You will not miss a penny!"

Fu Yu understood that if he wanted to do this job for a long time, he must first give it to this person. The cousin who married into the Tan family was well fed.

This one can only get in and out.

Mrs. Fusan looked at the long row of numbers in the accounts, and couldn't help but have smile lines at the corners of her eyes.

She just said, "Just think of it as something I owe you...I will lick my face tomorrow and go to the Zong family to plead for you."

When Fu Yu heard this, he smiled.

At this time, the little maid outside spread the word that Mrs. Qiu was here.

Mrs. Fusan raised her eyebrows.

There wasn't much excitement in her house today. How could Mrs. Qiu wander over to her?

She thought about it and asked someone to invite Mrs. Qiu in.

Qiu didn't want to speak.

"Aunt Fusan, I heard something today, and I came to tell you immediately after hearing it. The Zong family is going to change the carpenter, and the replacement has been decided."

"Ah?" The fat on Mrs. Fusan's face trembled. A shake.

Fu Yu jumped up even more, "Who is it?!"

Ms. Qiu clicked her tongue, "They are some poor-looking carpenters who walk around the streets doing odd jobs."

She said this, Fu Yu and Mrs. Fu San They were all a little confused.

"How did such a person get into the Tan family?"

This question seemed to be on point, Qiu narrowed his eyes.

"Who else is there? Of course it was Mrs. Xiang of the Zong family who brought it."

Mrs. Fusan frowned, "Why did the Mrs. Zong have to vouch for those people?" Mrs.

Qiu raised her eyebrows and glanced at Mrs. Fusan. The account book in his hand was clicked twice again.

"Why did Mrs. Fusan forget that Aunt Chu Xing, who seduced my son, didn't enter the charity hall after giving two jade pendants to her maid? Her family is poor, doesn't she want to make more money in private? After all, she is the wife of the clan, and no one will check her out."

After saying this, the hall became quiet for a while.

Mrs. Fusan narrowed her eyes.

She herself wanted to add more money, not to mention the Xiang family whose family was confiscated.

But how can Xiang make money? What's the point of cutting off her financial path?

Mrs. Fu San slowly fiddled with the account book in her hand, her face looking cold and thoughtful.

To the east of Gu'anfang, there is the Tan family's ancestral house surrounded by ancient trees.

Xia Yingxuan's courtyard was hung with bright red wedding silks, and red lanterns swayed leisurely in the corridor.

In the courtyard, Tan Jian pulled at his collar nervously, took a deep breath and entered the room.

As he entered the door, Yang Zhen's eyes fell on him.

She was sitting at the table, playing with the chess brought by her mother's family, feeling very irritated.

Aunt Li found out that Tan Jian was sleeping on the couch today. She was so scared that she lost her mind and begged her not to treat the second master like this again.

But that day...he really hurt her...

Yang Zhen didn't know what to do. She wasn't angry when Tan Jian came in, so she turned away.

It was like this in the past two days, so Tan Jian resigned and went to the small couch, but today he took a breath and walked over boldly.

"My wife is playing chess? Do you want me to play a game with you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Zhen turned her head and glanced over.

Her eyes were big, but ever since he was kicked out of bed by her, he always felt that his eyes were a bit fierce.

Tan Jian's heart trembled, but thinking about what Xiang Yi told him today, he silently took a deep breath and sat down.

"I know a little bit about it, why would you like to ask my wife for advice?"

Yang Zhen raised her chin and looked at him a few times, then pushed the chess pieces on the chessboard, erasing the chess game she had been playing by herself.

"Come on."

Tan Jian breathed a sigh of relief and rearranged the chessboard first.

He acted seriously, and Yang Zhen couldn't help but look at him twice. Unexpectedly, he happened to look over, so Yang Zhen immediately turned away.

Tan Jian blinked quickly and followed his sister-in-law's instructions not to mess around. He and she started playing chess, each holding red and black.

There was no wind or rain tonight, and it was quiet and peaceful indoors and outdoors. The candles were secretly lit, and I accidentally burned three dishes.

Originally, Yang Zhen thought that Tan Jian might not be able to play chess, but after three games, the two were tied in the first two games. This third set also came to a difficult moment for her.

She held her chin in her hands and stared at the chess piece, thinking seriously.

Tan Jian watched secretly, thinking that he had not dared to beat her twice before, so he secretly let go for fear that she would be angry. However, she was not a girl who would be angry if she lost. Instead, she praised him generously, "Good move." !"

At that time, Tan Jian's heart almost jumped when he heard these two words.

At this moment, she was still thinking about her next step, but in the next breath, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Tan Jian felt that the light in her eyes was brighter than the fire on the table. She suddenly straightened up, stretched out her arms, and ate his elephant with one click.

This decisive step, which she had thought about for a long time, was full of strength.

Tan Jian didn't know how much she had practiced since childhood, but this time she hit the chess piece with a chess piece, which cracked the edge of the chess piece. The wooden chess piece cracked, and the wooden thorns pierced her fingers. .

Tan Jian was surprised and subconsciously grabbed the hand.

"Why did it get stuck? Does it hurt?"

He spoke very fast, with a look of worry on his face.

Yang Zhen blinked and looked at him, "...it doesn't hurt."

But he said, "How can it not hurt when a wooden thorn pricks my hand?"

Tan Jian was about to ask someone to bring the ointment, but when he raised his head, , and her eyes met.

The candle crackled.

Yang Zhen quickly retracted her hand.

Tan Jian was stunned for a moment.

His mind was empty for a moment, but he remembered his sister-in-law's instructions.

The sister-in-law said, "You have to be gentle and gentle with the bride. Otherwise, she will be scared if she leaves her home and marries thousands of miles away in a strange place without even a reliable person who understands the cold and the hot." "Yes."

Tan Jian read both sides of his sister-in-law's words silently, took a deep breath, and softened his tone.

"Madam, what happened to you that day was my fault. Can you, can you please stop being angry with me? I apologize to you."

He apologized in such a small way. Yang Zhen didn't say anything for a while, and her expression became a little tight. , but the face is also a little red.

Tan Jian immediately understood what she meant.

She was willing to forgive him.

My sister-in-law is indeed right!

"Well, wait for me here. I'll get some ointment to bandage you, okay?"

Yang Zhen blushed even more and nodded quickly.

Tan Jian almost jumped for joy and loudly ordered his servants to bring herbs and gauze.

In just a moment, Xia Yingxuan became lively. Even the shadow of the big red lantern flashed with joyful light, reflecting on the ground like a red carp in the water.

...

The main courtyard not far away, from inside to outside the room, was as quiet as ever, as if it was covered in ice and snow.

Xiang Yi was still sitting under the window doing needlework.

Tan Ting, who came back from inspecting the embankment in Weiping Mansion, was reading a book on water control in front of the desk.

Today he went to inspect the embankment and saw many poor people in Weiping Prefecture who had been displaced when the Chaoyun River burst its embankment.

If Xiang Zhiyuan had not embezzled money from the court when he was in office, these people would not be like this.

The room became increasingly quiet, as if it had fallen into a dead silence.

But Xia Yingxuan's lively voice suddenly came from the crack in the window.

Xiang Yi listened carefully, but his hand was shaken. His fingertips hurt, and a sharp needle suddenly pierced into the belly of his finger.

This time it penetrated extremely deep, and Xiang Yi gasped lightly.

In just a moment, large drops of blood oozed out.

Not sure if he also heard the noise, the man raised his head and looked towards the window.

However, his eyes only narrowed slightly and he took them back again.

Xia Yingxuan's direction became more and more lively. Xiang Yi smiled, wiped off the blood drops that kept spilling from his fingertips, and continued his needlework.