Chongxi little husband

"Parting?"

"En." Zhang Chunyan responded lightly, and when she looked up again, her eyes and expression became firm, "If it's the flower that my cousin is talking about, they will easily listen to it."

"But I still don't understand." The surprise on Fang Yan's face was also clear, and he gave Uncle Fu who was standing at the door a calm look, "It's better to talk about this in person?" And he asked him Zhang Jiqu, is he familiar with you?

A trace of bitterness appeared on Zhang Chunyan's face, "I also know that this is a bit embarrassing for my cousin, but I really can't think of any other way. When I think of Zhang Qi... I thought, so he was hypocritical when he said he hurt me in the past! "

"..."

"So I can only come to you. I am a woman, and my parents are not here. I... really don't know what to do."

Dialect sighed, and said: "Have you really thought about this matter? In fact, grandparents are not unreasonable people. Instead of looking for me and step-brother, you might as well explain it to grandparents. Uncle and the others will still listen... "

Dialect was originally a kind suggestion, but she didn't want to, but she interrupted hastily, "No! Everyone likes you two so much, what you say will definitely succeed, and everyone will definitely listen to what you say."

"But we are juniors in this matter, so if we rush to it, I'm afraid that Uncle..."

"But isn't Zhang Ji also a member of the Zhang family? Brother Qi is still his eldest brother, and father is still his uncle. Aren't they all from the same family?" Zhang Chunyan became more and more excited as she spoke, and her voice gradually increased until it became shrill in the end. There was a faint sense of aggressiveness, "Or are you even facing them? Yes, you are a family, I am so stupid!"

The dialect is meant to be energetic, but she will suddenly raise her voice to question her, and at such a close distance, her ears are buzzing, her brain is pounding like a hammer, and her hair is straight in circles. faint.

But Zhang Chunyan asked loudly emotionally: "Isn't he the county magistrate! Is he unwilling to help me with this matter? Or is it because of your own reasons that you don't want to help me? You didn't agree to the cooperation last time. When you try to help, you always push back and hold back, dialect, what is your intention?"

"..." Brain pained, Fang Yan was dumbfounded by her questioning for a while, watching her silence for a while, unexpectedly, it was all misunderstood.

"What? Could it be that I was right and guilty? Have nothing to answer?"

"Ma'am," Uncle Fu came in suddenly, and interrupted respectfully: "Please calm down, Zhengjun can't stand the noise now."

Hearing this, Zhang Chunyan looked Fang Yan up and down a few times, with a sarcastic smile on her face, especially when she slipped past Fang Yan's abdomen, the look in her eyes was more complicated, both envious and jealous...but soon she Concentrate, and froze for a while, with a look of surprise on his face, as if wondering how he had become like this before.

Zhang Chunyan covered her eyes at once, supported the table with one hand, and said wearily, "I'm sorry, I... lost my temper just now, I..."

"I think you're tired too, you'd better go back and rest to get better." Fang Yan smiled lightly, didn't criticize, but didn't want to continue talking to her anymore, "Uncle Fu, send sister-in-law back."

"Yes, Madam, please."

Zhang Chunyan opened her mouth, but seeing the tiredness on Fang Yan's brows, she had no choice but to shut her mouth angrily, "Then I'll go back first, I won't disturb your rest, I'll come back in a few days."

But seeing the dialect still looked indifferent and did not answer, he had to grit his teeth, turn around and walk out.

"Zhengjun?" Fu Bo asked in a low voice.

Fang Yan rubbed his temples and nodded wearily, "Go, I'm fine. I don't plan to go anywhere else today." Before Zhang Chunyan spoke in a high-pitched voice, his head still throbbed and hurt. Got patience.

Uncle Fu was worried about him. These days, when the master got up early and rushed to the town every day, he would remind them to take good care of Zhengjun, in case anything happened to Zhengjun.

Therefore, when he saw the dialect like this, he was worried and walked away, "Then I'll ask Mrs. Du or Du Juan to come back and serve her."

"Yeah. I'll go inside and rest for a while, so go ahead."

Uncle Fu hurriedly agreed, just as Du Juan came out of the kitchen to pour water, and quickly called her to help Fang Yan into the room to rest, while he himself caught up with Zhang Chunyan, and borrowed an ox cart from the village chief's daughter-in-law to take him back to the big house .

When Zhang Ji came back in the evening, Uncle Fu reported Zhang Chunyan's arrival today. When Zhang Ji heard that Fang Yan had a headache because of Zhang Chunyan, Jun's face turned dark.

"Yan'er slept all afternoon?"

Uncle Fu was slightly taken aback, probably because he didn't expect the master to focus on this, but he quickly recovered and replied: "Yes."

Zhang Ji frowned, took off his cloak and threw it to him casually, "I'll go and have a look. You go to the kitchen to have a look, and if the food is ready, bring it in."

"Yes." Uncle Fu followed Zhang Ji into the room with his eyes, and then hurried to the kitchen.

When Zhang Ji entered the door, he saw Fang Yan leaning against the head of the bed as if he was resting with his eyes closed. When he heard the movement, he opened his eyes and looked over, and immediately smiled, "I'm back."

"Yeah." Zhang Ji walked over while answering, and touched his forehead with a warm big hand. Seeing that it was a little cold, he touched his face with the back of his hand. The temperature was the same, so he couldn't help but sullen, "Why don't you eat first? You caught a cold." Aren't you the one who suffers?"

Fang Yan smiled, grabbed his hand and put it in front of him, his voice was still hoarse after waking up, "I just sat up for a while, I slept too much today, I just don't have an appetite for the time being, and I'm just about to Tell them to bring me a bowl of soup, and you will be back."

After hearing this, Zhang Ji calmed down a little, sat down sideways, and carefully looked at Fang Yan's face, as if to check whether he might be lying.

Dialect was baffled by him, "What's the matter? There are marks on my face?" He raised his hand and touched his face, but he didn't feel any marks.

Zhang Ji stared at him for a while, and saw that his face was flushed, his eyes were moist under the light, and there was nothing wrong between his brows, so he was satisfied, and dialect was still touching his face back and forth Looking for prints.So she smiled and pulled down his hand to hold it in the palm of her hand, kneading it slowly and gently, then changed his calf and came out to knead and massage him.

Dialect's legs were a little swollen due to pregnancy, but the situation was much better than other pregnant couples/women he had seen.

"I'm worried about you." Zhang Ji replied.

Fang Yan moved down a little bit in a relaxed manner, letting himself lean more relaxed, enjoying the other party's massage service, the tightness of his skin made him feel uncomfortable.Staring at the side face of Zhang Ji who was concentrating on massaging himself, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"My sister-in-law is here today."

"En." Zhang Ji responded casually.

The dialect didn't care, he also knew that Uncle Fu must have reported Zhang Ji's whereabouts today to the other party as early as Zhang Ji came back, but he still wanted to say, "I don't think we can't help with this matter, but I think We are just nephews, so it would be inappropriate to rashly mention it for her, so I didn't agree. "

Zhang Ji's expression was light, "You did the right thing. If you don't want to agree, don't force yourself. This is their family's business. How to solve it is up to them."

"But didn't they think of you, the county magistrate, to decide the case." It was nothing at first, but when it came to this, Fang Yan couldn't help but feel a little awkward in his heart.

Zhang Ji looked up at Fang Yan, lowered his eyes and continued to massage earnestly, with moderate force, making Fang Yan forget the strangeness in his heart just now.Zhang Ji suddenly said, "Next time she comes again, just ignore her."

Fang Yan gave him a sideways look, and muttered: "He came to the door on purpose, how could he ignore it. And I have no place to hide in the current situation.

But in fact, I also sympathize with her a little bit. The child I was looking forward to with great difficulty is gone, and it is quite normal to be mentally disturbed. This is how she feels to me today. Gentle and rational... Maybe the blow was too big. "At that time, he couldn't help but shrink his stomach as much as possible to avoid irritating her.

"En." Zhang Ji's reaction was still light.

Fang Yan stared at him carefully, and suddenly stopped talking, so Zhang Ji had to stop and look back at him, and then he asked, "Look at me like that, what's wrong?"

Dialect touched the flesh of his chin with his index finger and thumb, narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to stare at him, and said after a while: "I have been a little skeptical since before—do you really hate Zhang Chunyan? Not only that, but also your cousin Zhang Qi."

Zhang Ji just looked at him suspiciously after hearing this, and quickly replied: "Yes, isn't this obvious?"

Dialect was stunned for a moment, saying this came from the fact that since he came here, he has indeed seen that he has not been very close to his uncle's family, and has always been indifferent.Although he didn't deliberately show disgust, but compared with his grandparents and uncle's family, there was still a clear difference.

So Zhang Ji was right to say that, but he always felt that things were more than that, but he couldn't find any flaws.

He was frowning and meditating, when the center of his brows was gently smoothed by a finger, he raised his eyes and saw the handsome face in front of him, the oil lamp was placed on the small table beside the bed, so he could clearly see the tenderness in the other's eyes And displeased.

"Don't meddle in other people's affairs, or you might get muddy."

Hey, is this really okay?After all, they are also your uncle and cousin.

Zhang Ji's lowered slightly longer eyelashes cast a small shadow, making Fang Yan unable to see his inner expression clearly for a while. Just as he was about to take a closer look, he heard Zhang Ji say again: "And you also know that she was engaged to me at the beginning. Yes, how do I show affection to them? And you don't mind?"

"Uh..." Zhang Ji looked up at him from the bottom up in the last sentence, and the sad little eyes made Fang Yan unable to answer him for a while.

Dialect resisted the urge to rub the goosebumps on his arms, but he also knew that he couldn't ask anything else, but the other party's reason was well-founded, and he couldn't refute it, so he had to keep the point in his heart Doubt, take the initiative to change the subject.

"Is the meal ready yet? I'm hungry."

Zhang Ji glanced at him, and replied naturally according to his words: "I have asked Uncle Fu to see it, and I can eat it soon, so get up and wash your face first."

"Okay." Fang Yan agreed, and wanted to get out of bed, but found that the foot was still in the opponent's hand, so he kicked Zhang Ji lightly.

Zhang Ji seemed to be unwilling to give up and squeezed again before letting go, and got up to help him.When Fang Yan landed on the ground, he felt his body sinking, and he couldn't help but look down, but his sight was blocked by his stomach, and he couldn't see his feet at all.

So he sighed, rubbed his belly and said to himself, "I don't know when they will come out. If this continues, I guess I won't be able to go anywhere."

"I'll try my best to finish things as soon as possible and come back to accompany you."

"Farewell, you are on official business. If you let your superiors find out, we will punish you for slack in official duties."

"Well, yes, I said something wrong and should be scolded."

Dialect was amused, and suddenly his smile faded, and he sighed softly, "I went to see my eldest sister today. I originally wanted to talk to her about embroidery, but I ended up talking about something else."

"En." Zhang Ji helped him to sit down at the table, and went to twist the cloth towel by himself.

Dialect followed Zhang Ji's eyes and continued, "I advise her to plan her affairs early. My sister is not too old, so she can definitely find someone else... But she is worried that we will cause trouble because of our identities. Necessary troubles will be rejected."

Zhang Ji paused, wrung out the cloth towel and came back to wash his face and hands. He pondered for a while and said, "Eldest sister also has her own considerations, so she doesn't want to trouble us. In fact, we are the ones who got her into trouble."

"I know, that's why I feel sorry for her. Do you think I made a mistake when I brought her here to help me raise silkworms and spin cloth?" Fang Yan frowned slightly, regretting his original decision.

"No." Zhang Ji stroked his hair, "My sister is so capable and dexterous, and she is a nice person. Didn't everyone in the workshop like her? They all admire her craftsmanship. So you don't have to worry, we will take good care of her. Look, you will always find someone who is really good to her."

"Well, that's all I ask for. I just want someone who can treat and cherish my sister sincerely."

"Even if my sister doesn't plan to look for it again, we can support her for the rest of my life, so you don't have to worry. When the meal comes, eat well first, and then think of other ways when you're full."

Dialect naturally agreed, he slept for almost an afternoon, and was already hungry, but he had to wait for Zhang Ji to come back to eat together, otherwise he would eat alone all the time, it would be too lonely and his appetite would not be good, so it is better to have someone to accompany him It tastes good.

So before he saw anyone, he had already smelled the aroma of vegetables, and even the two little guys in his stomach felt his father's return, and started to make noise to show his presence.

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