When Li Yan came to Qichi again, he had returned to normal.

He stood in front of the window and listened to the movement outside. It seemed that the officers and soldiers who went to the collapsed mountain to recover were all back, and there was a sound of a whole team passing by.

"Don't worry, I think it's done." Qichi said.

Li Yan looked back at his aunt, sat down in front of her, and suddenly thought of something and asked, "How are your aunt and uncle doing well recently?"

Qi Chi was sitting on a chair to check the accounts, looked up at him: "It's so good, aren't we all going to find you together?"

Li Yan hesitated for a moment and said, "But it seems that you don't often stay together recently."

Only when looking for him.

Qichi's hand was still turning the paper, and even smiled: "It's nothing, even if there is something, it has nothing to do with you."

With one sentence, he stopped his random thoughts.

Li Yan put his hands on his knees and looked at her.

Qi Chi noticed it and looked over: "Is there anything else?"

He said with a hunchback: "I want to send my wet nurse back to Gwangju."

"Why?" she asked.

His wet nurse, Madam Wang, has always been responsible for taking care of him personally. If she was sent back to Gwangju, no one would be around him.

"The wet nurse has been in poor health since she came to Beidi. It just so happened that I don't need anyone to take care of her." Li Yan said very seriously.

He thought that his uncle and uncle Xiaoyi were both a gurus and a general, and there were no slaves and servants around him. He didn't want to be such an incompetent person who was swearing around.

Qichi knew that he wanted to be independent, which was a good thing, so he nodded: "Okay, I will ask Xinlu Haosheng to arrange to send Mama Wang back to Guangzhou."

Li Yan rubbed his hands on his knees and said, "I still want to learn martial arts."

Qichi saw the other dagger on his waist, which was said to have been given to him by Fu Ting, and asked, "Have you decided?"

"Yes." Li Yan replied simply, his face more serious than before.

She thought for a while and said, "It's okay, but this is the path you choose yourself. If you have difficulties, I can't help you."

Learning martial arts is not learning to ride a horse, she needs a reminder.

"Yes, I remember." Li Yan came to talk to her after careful consideration. After that, he stood up: "Auntie, please be busy, I'll leave."

Qichi watched him go out the door, wondering if it was an illusion, but he always felt that after this time, he seemed to have grown up a little, and his eyebrows became more and more like her brother.

Then I thought of the words he asked: How are my aunt and uncle doing recently?

She closed the account book in her hand, thinking about the situation after she came back that night, she thought it was good or bad, maybe only the man knew it.

Xinlu entered the door from outside, called the head of the family, held a piece of clothing in both hands, and placed it on the table.

Qichi glanced at the clothes, his eyes turned lightly, and said, "Go out and wait."

Xinlu said yes and stepped out.

There was no one in the room, so she packed the account book, got up, walked to the makeup table and sat down.

Her face was reflected in the bronze mirror. She stroked her fingers across her temples and hair. Thinking about all the things she has recently, she quietly said to herself in the mirror: Try again.

Then he pinched the pen with one hand, and carefully described the makeup in front of the mirror.

...

When it was almost dark, Fu Ting tied a horse out of the stable, followed by Luo Xiaoyi.

Both of them have just returned from the matter of land reclamation, and are covered in dust.

"Third brother, you have all dealt with it. Do you still need to read the fields? "

Fu Ting remembered that half of the booklets he had just read before he came back were recorded by Qi Chi, clearly and clearly at a glance, and there was nothing else to read.

"Need not."

Luo Xiaoyi sighed that the land that collapsed was needed to be re-measured, but it was not a big deal. He then said: "Just with so many more land now, the harvest after autumn is really collected, and the taxes are really increased than before."

"Let's talk about it now."

Before the incident came, Futing never thought about the benefits first, it was a daydream.

Luo Xiaoyi was thinking beautifully and was smiling when he saw Li Yan walking towards him.

"Uncle Xiaoyi, can you please teach me how to practice martial arts?"

Luo Xiaoyi was stunned and subconsciously went to see his third brother.

Fu Ting looked at Li Yan. The pink and white face was not showing any timidity, and it didn't look like he was talking and laughing.

This kid looks like he is here to be real.

He kicked Luo Xiaoyi with his feet: "Can you hear me?"

Luo Xiaoyi knew that his third brother was Xu as soon as he heard this, and smiled: "What's the matter? As long as you can suffer, I can't say."

As he said that, he walked forward, regardless of his identity, he put his hand on Li Yan's shoulder: "If I don't blow, I will learn from me, and I will definitely call you the second place in the North."

Li Yan looked up at him: "Second?"

"Yes, the first thing is your uncle." Luo Xiaoyi patted him twice: "Let's go, I'll teach you a few tricks first."

Fu Ting watched the two walk away and walk into the backyard.

Stepping onto the corridor, the hanging hands stood with respectful maids.

Xinlu greeted him: "The head of the family told him that he would ask the Protector to come back and go to the main house."

Fu Ting stopped and looked at the main house without saying a word.

Xinlu drooped her head and didn't dare to say much.

The Protector has not been to the main house for a long time, and she is worried that she will not go this time.

Just as he was worried that he would not be able to fulfill the orders of the head of the family, he saw Dadu move his feet and walk forward.

She hurriedly followed and found that he was heading towards the main house, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Ting lifted the curtain with one hand and entered the main house.

He untied his sword and whip and threw it at the door. There was a sound behind him and it was closed from the outside.

He glanced at it, as if he understood something, turned his head and saw the silhouette of the woman behind the indoor screen.

Qi Chi walked out from behind the screen and looked at him: "I almost thought you wouldn't come."

When Fu Ting saw her, the corner of his lips tugged.

She was wearing a pan-necked shirt with a chest-tie dress. The shirt was thin and transparent, with snow-white chests visible, her arms were faintly visible, and her neckline was like a trace.

He turned his head and deliberately pretended that he hadn't seen it, asking, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Seeing that your military uniform is torn, I have made a new one for you." She pointed to the new clothes on the desk, walked over, loosened his cuffs and untied his belt.

She unbuttoned the belt as tight as usual this time, pulled it apart, lifted his collar and peeled it off.

Futing let her take off her military uniform and watched her take the new one and bring it to him.

"Try it?" She unfolded and walked behind him.

Without saying a word, he stretched out his arm and put it on.

Qichi walked around, put on his clothes, tied it up, and measured his fingers on his shoulders, saying, "I see it very accurately, just right."

The thick golden Hu clothing of python black is very similar to his original one, and she chose it specially.

Looking at him in Hufu, Riri actually touched his figure accurately.

Fu Ting pulled his collar and lowered his head and said, "It's over."

After the trial, what else?

He knew she asked him to come, not just to try out clothes.

Besides, I dressed like this without fear of the cold.

Qi Chi's fingers slowly stroked his shoulders, stood on tiptoe, put both arms on, climbed on his shoulders, and said softly: "I have prepared wine."

She glanced slightly at her eyes.

Fu Ting glanced over and saw the wine and food on the small table.

She said again: "Get together wine."

Since we got married, we have never drunk the cup of quilt wine.

At this point, the meaning is clear.

Fu Ting's eyes turned back.

Her face was carefully drawn, her eyebrows were dark and her lips were as bright as the autumn moon.

The gauze slid down his arms, like tender lotus roots, and was exposed in front of him without any obstruction.

He looked at her slightly red ears, wandering eyes, and his throat moved slightly, and his lips were pursed.
To be continued...