Tong Jia anecdote

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After waking up the next day, Tong Jiu was exposed to the rain and caught a cold yesterday due to the continuous overload of work during this period of time, and when he opened his eyes, his head hurt badly.

"Are you awake?" At this moment, Ji Lan simply put on some clothes and leaned on the soft pillow at the head of the bed, with a kang table on his lap, flipping through the ledger.

"Hey." Tong Jiu turned over and let out a long breath, rubbed his forehead, then propped up the bed with one hand and slowly got up, "Wake up early to check the account?"

"Well, I'm used to it. Seeing that you were sleeping deeply, I didn't let them come in to serve you." Ji Lan didn't apply her powder, her blue hair casually scattered on her shoulders. "Today, I want to go to the Exchange House to have a look."

"The shop is still being tidied up, it's very messy." Tong Jiu rubbed his brows, tried his best, and yawned, "Let's go in a few days."

Ji Lan put away the account book, then looked up and saw Tong Jiu's complexion was not good, moved her body to Tong Jiu, looked closely and said, "Have a headache?"

"Well, just wash your face." Tong Jiu tilted her head and smiled at Ji Lan indifferently, threw her braids behind her back and said, "The wood ordered yesterday will be delivered in the morning. I have to go there earlier to check the quality , so that the money can be paid to the forest farm.”

"I won't go today." Ji Lan pulled Tong Jiu who was about to get out of bed, and said, "I'll tell a shopkeeper to do it, and you can sleep for a while."

"It's all managed by me, I'm afraid they won't know the price." Tong Jiu said worriedly.

"You have to remember, if anyone is missing, the sky won't collapse." Ji Lan crossed the kang on his legs, blocking the gap when Tong Jiu got out of bed without a trace, "Let them do it, it's short of silver. out, don't want yours."

Tong Jiu thought for a while, and said, "That's not what I mean. No matter who it is, it's not good after all if it's short of silver taels."

"Han Luqi, I haven't been able to figure it out, what are you pretending to be in your mind." Ji Lan said incomprehensibly, "You are willing to give them status shares in the waiters in the store, why are you reluctant?" What about the silver taels of rotten wood?"

"I think it's worth it to give the guys a share, so that they take our business as their own business. I don't think it's necessary to make money for the woodworker for the money for the wood, and to go to the forest farm by yourself. Save as much as you can. " Tong Jiu didn't know how to explain it to her.

Ji Lan didn't want to waste any more time with her, so she patted Tong Jiu's pillow next to her. It was a little cloth tiger that Hong Xiao carried over yesterday, and motioned her to lie down, "It's still early, let's all lie down for a while."

After finishing speaking, he loosened his coat and put it beside the bed, "I just read a few pages of accounts, and my eyes are a little bit dry."

Although Jilan is a Manchu, he has been in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time and has been influenced by Han women. On weekdays, except in the capital and on some special occasions, he still wears jackets and skirts more than cheongsams.

Seeing the water-red jacket inlaid with colorful embroidery that was next to Ji Lan's body, Tong Jiu couldn't help reaching out and touching the embroidery on her front.

"Crack" Ji Lan slammed down her hand that was making trouble on his chest, and said angrily, "Monkey boy, you have hysteria, are you using your hands?"

Tong Jiu covered her red hand that was patted in pain, stared blankly, keeping her eyes on the embroidery, and explained, "I just, I just think, this stitch is so beautiful."

"Yes, yes." Ji Lan pulled the quilt and lay down, "It was given to me by my former sister-in-law, Qi Jia. Originally, I didn't want other clothes like this kind of close-fitting clothes at will. Her embroidery stitches are fresh, different from Sister Qin's, so I accepted it."

"You mean, the Qi Jia clan of Guerjia?" Tong Jiu asked tentatively after thinking for a moment.As if he suddenly understood something, his expression was solemn.

Condescendingly looking down at Ji Lan lying next to him, he recalled, "I remember, the husband's family you said earlier was the Guan family, and the Guan family—." After pondering for a while, "Is it the Guerjia family? Beaumuir's house!"

"Bomuer is my uncle, why are you scared?" Ji Lan had already closed his eyes to rest his mind, but when he heard Tong Jiu's nervous tone, he opened his eyes, wanting to see her expression at the moment, so he asked with great interest road.

Tong Jiu slapped himself on the forehead with a complex expression, thinking to himself, he is really stupid.

When I asked about her husband's family at the beginning, I only said it was the Guan family, but I thought it was a Han Chinese, so I didn't ask much.Now that I think about it, how could it be possible for a young lady like Fucha Jilan to be betrothed to a Han person at the first marriage?

"You child——" Ji Lan watched her slap her forehead with a red face, pulled her arm and made her lie down, and said, "What are you afraid of? It doesn't matter whose house it is. It's a thing of the past. Now that I am a member of your Han family, who can do anything?"

"Afraid?" Tong Jiu's eyes were still looking straight at the pattern on Jilan's jacket in front of him, he murmured, then nodded and said, "Yes, I'm really scared." Lan lay down on the tiger pillow next to Lan, full of worries.

"Let's go to bed." For some reason, I just like to watch Tong Jiu's various reactions without knowing it.But when I suddenly saw the most genuine sadness on her face just now, the unbearable feeling in my heart also spontaneously emerged.

Tong Jiu leaned forward silently, leaning on Ji Lan's arm.

"Go to sleep." Ji Lan sighed helplessly, stretched out her hand to lightly wrap her head in her arms, stroked the top of her hair, and closed her eyes.

What the cheek touches is the smooth satin of the same color, the same stitch embroidery, and even, the same soft interior.What can be smelled is completely different, with a slightly herbal scent.

Tong Jiu sniffed, the scent of warm fragrance and jade was refreshing and heart-warming, and the feeling of splitting headache seemed to be relieved a lot.So, he moved his head and closed his eyes.

"It's already this hour, haven't the masters summoned them yet?" Fu Chaqin and the others had been waiting in the wing room, but seeing that the sun was high, there was no sign of movement or getting up in the main room.

"It's rare for everyone to sleep peacefully, so let them sleep." Hong Xiao embroidered the female red in her hand, and said casually, "I came over yesterday and saw that your master's eye circles are a little black. I must have rested recently. It's not good."

"Who says it's not." Fuchami fell asleep on the desk, complaining, "She stayed up late to look at the accounts a few days ago, and I was on duty all night, and I couldn't rest. The uncle came last night, and I finally got the grace to not be on duty at night. I was planning to spend the night in bed, and was sent to Huihui Zhuang. They came to deliver the wood before dawn, and the tossing will not be over until now."

"Jilan, I have something to tell you." Tong Jiu, who had woken up from sleep, raised his head from Jilan's arms, and said with determination.

"Oh, what a troublesome child." This time it was Ji Lan who vented his anger, stretched out his arms, rubbed the numb arm that was pillowed by Tong Jiu, and yawned, "Say what you want to say."

Tong Jiu sat up, sat cross-legged in front of Ji Lan, paused and said, "I'm not Han Luqi, and I'm not a man either."

Ji Lan didn't expect that she would say this suddenly, and for a moment didn't know how to continue, so she simply remained silent.

"Before marriage, I wanted to tell you, but I didn't dare to say it." Tong Jiu said with self-blame, "After getting in touch with you these days, every time I think of deceiving you, I feel more and more guilty."

"You're not Han Luqi, so who are you?" Ji Lan turned over, lying on the pillow, shaking his stiff neck, and asked.

"My name is Tong Jia Naduo." Tong Jiu said truthfully.

"Hehe, this is interesting. I was originally married to the ninth child of the Han family. But when I woke up, I became the ninth child of the Tong family." Ji Lan nodded and said, "That's fine, since you are a woman, our marriage will naturally be It can't be real. Between you and me, we only talk about business, not love."

Seeing Ji Lan reacting like this, Tong Jiu couldn't help curling her lips behind her, thinking that Hong Xiao was right, this woman is really a businessman.

"It's fine if you're not a man. At my age, why do you wish to marry someone?" Ji Lan raised his head from the pillow and said, "Rub my shoulders."

Tong Jiu obediently raised her arms, exposed her hands from her sleeves, and pressed Ji Lan's shoulders, kneading them with all her strength.

"Ahh——." Ji Lan seemed to hear her joints "click", and she almost died of the pain of Ji Lan who was lying there, she took a breath, and cursed, "You are going to die, So strong, take it easy."

Ji Lan's voice in the front, several people in the wing heard it clearly, and Fu Chaqin was so startled that the needles in his hand fell to the ground.

"What's the matter?" Fuchami also pricked up his ears to listen to the movement, and asked, "You called us in to serve?"

"You, Lord Jiu, are you like this on weekdays?" Fu Chaqin blushed and asked Hong Xiao who hadn't responded.

Hong Xiao put away the needle and thread in her hand, looked at her, and knew what she was thinking, so she said, "Who will the score be for, and it has never been for me." After speaking, she tore her clothes and went to the main room.

"Masters haven't gotten up yet, you—" Fu Chaqin chased after him, stopping Hong Xiao who was about to open the door to enter.

"Brother Jiu, do you want some water?" Hong Xiao shouted inside.

"Well, drink, I'm thirsty." Tong Jiu's voice came from inside.

Hong Xiao nodded to Fu Chaqin and said, "You heard me, my master is thirsty." After speaking, she opened the door and went in.

After Hongxiao entered, Ji Lan hadn't gotten up yet, watching her skillfully serve Tong Jiu to change clothes, and reminded her, "She has a headache."

"It rained yesterday, so I'm sure it's going to hurt today." Hong Xiao shook her head helplessly, and answered angrily, adding a little more strength to the hand that wiped Tong Jiu's face with the sweat towel.

"You, you are not a girl, you are almost becoming her nanny." Seeing that Tong Jiu's clothes were almost dressed, Ji Lan stood up and teased lazily.

"Yes ma'am, your two maids are waiting at the door." Hong Xiao also teased, "I'm worried that you are tired from having sex."

"Presumptuous!" Ji Lan scowled, pointed at Hong Xiao and said, "Han Luqi, what rules do you have, maid?"

"Ah?" Tong Jiu looked back at her, then at Hong Xiao, obviously not paying attention to the conversation between the two just now, and said dully, "Sister Hong, then, let's go out."

Ji Lan fucked Tong Jiu's pillow and smashed it over, saying, "Get out, get out quickly. Don't delay my aunt changing clothes here."

The author has something to say: I have been working overtime these days and I am quite busy.

This article is written so far, how to say.

In fact, so far, the two have only been in the stage of sympathy and peaceful coexistence.They haven't sublimated to the point of true love for each other.

Some people say that Tong Jiu is rather weird, and his temper is neither obvious nor secret.Because in her eyes, Ji Lan just likes to play around, so she doesn't take it to heart at all, and she doesn't get angry.More speechless and helpless.

And Ji Lan is seven years older than Tong Jiu, and she treats Tong Jiu like an older sister, and it doesn't involve love.

As for that sentence, I like you, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.The liking here means simply liking her like this, nothing else.