One Three Six Push Over (One)

  "Big Uncle is indeed quite a writer, and Wang Ziju really appreciates him!"

  Yang Guofeng's deep eyes fell on his little wife's sleepy face, and he rarely said a long sentence.

  "Is that so? Thank you, Your Highness." The good dream was interrupted by someone, and the person who was impatient at heart naturally hurried to adjust their facial muscles, smiling gratefully.

  Yang Guofeng nodded.

  Jiujier then asked a few more questions about this meeting, and Yang Guofeng also answered them one by one.

  The ninth sister couldn't help but secretly roll her eyes in her heart, it seems that this man really has a habit of chatting under the quilt...

  Um, it seems not, to be exact, only she was chatting under the quilt, because at this moment Yang Guofeng was sitting, just sitting beside her, wearing a light blue Chinese tunic, with an air of leisure and freshness that toned down his cold hardness, making him look even more elegant and refined.

  The ninth sister inexplicably felt that the big bed had become narrow, and she hurriedly pretended to yawn, feigning fatigue, wanting to end this special way of chatting.

  "In the following days I will probably still have to live outside!" But suddenly the man's next sentence made her instantly change her expression, staring at him with wide eyes.

  "Don't worry, it's nothing." Yang Guofeng couldn't help but softly explain again in response to the concern in those bright eyes.

  Jiuer wanted to ask, but she opened her mouth and didn't know where to start.

  The man also fell silent, and the night flowed slowly between them.

  "Have you seen that small brass scale?" Just as Jiujie felt that tonight's pure chat would end here, the man suddenly spoke in a low voice.

  Jiuer couldn't help but be stunned again.

  The man had already turned his head, gazing at the night outside in a daze, his handsome and clearly defined profile was calm and solemn, with a hint of melancholy.

  Seeing it with her own eyes, Jiu Jie felt a lump in her throat.

  This bronze small steelyard is a kind of balance in ancient times, similar to the modern balance, made of bronze, so it's called Bronze Small Steelyard.

  Men should have been hurt by the emperor's heartlessness and ruthlessness!

  Achieve great things and establish a career, but still be suspected, can't escape the emperor's balancing act, and will be sacrificed or harmed when necessary.

  Her heart slowly softened.

  "Your Highness, it's getting chilly, put on a coat!" She got up, pulled over a robe from one side, and gently draped it over his shoulders.

  What else can she do?

  It can only be comforting for him in this way, her identity is a housewife!

  This time Yang Guofeng was stunned, turning his head around, his deep eyes fell on the small face of his young wife behind him, and the sad and pitiful expression on that little face made him stunned again.

  She... actually understands him!

  The unexpected look in the man's eyes made Jiuniang involuntarily smile secretly.

  This man also underestimated her too much. After all, she was also raised reading Chinese history books in her previous life. How could she not be clear about the ancient powers and emperors?

  "Prince Wang, go to sleep, you still have to get up early tomorrow." Jiuniang said after exchanging a brief glance with the man.

  But unexpectedly, the words carried a different meaning when heard by the man. The man's gaze at her was complex and flashed with a hint of light, as he said in a low voice, "You..."

  Jiujier was taken aback, and only later did she realize that her previous words were spoken lightly. That wasn't... wasn't an invitation to someone?

  She felt both annoyed and embarrassed, her face suddenly turning red. "I won't accompany the prince anymore, I'm sleepy." As soon as she finished speaking, she lay down on her side, facing inward, and fell asleep with a covered cup.

  Looking at the small but stiff lump inside the bed, Yang Guofeng's face gradually faded away, and he pulled open the quilt to lie down.

  The other side of the bed soon came the man's even and long breathing sound.

  The ninth sister couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

  These past few days must have been exhausting, otherwise you wouldn't fall asleep so quickly.

  She also moved her body, found a comfortable posture, and then closed her eyes.

  The warmth emanating from the man's body behind her made her feel at peace and warm, and gradually, she also fell asleep.

  I was sleeping drowsily, and then I heard the rustling sound beside me. After that, a man's low voice echoed in my ear, "I'm leaving, help your sister-in-law more at home, and accompany your mother more!"

  "Hmm..." She responded vaguely and continued sleeping. Unaware of the time, she turned over and got up after a while, then touched the bed beside her, which had already cooled down.

  "Queen... " It was again Qing An's night shift.

  "I overslept again." She said with embarrassment.

  Qing An didn't say a word, just shook her head, then helped her get out of bed and wash up. After finishing, she still accepted the morning greetings from several aunts as usual, and then had breakfast. After having breakfast, she rushed to the Taihe Hall.

  It can be seen that with Yang Guofeng's three brothers' arrival yesterday, the mental outlook of everyone in the mansion has greatly changed. From the lowest maids and servants to the highest-ranking Madame Meng, all are filled with a relaxed and joyful atmosphere.

  When she arrived at Taihe Hall, Mrs. Meng had already come out and was chatting with Xiaoyan Shi and Qinshi.

  “…Feng Er was meticulous from the start, and when casting the sword, he deliberately let those masters create a crescent-shaped notch on the hilt, so that the weapons of the Bingsi looked similar to ordinary knives and swords on the market, but in fact they were different. Those people may never think of this point, and this sinister plot would naturally not be achieved…”

  Old Lady Meng was speaking with pride to her two daughters-in-law when she suddenly saw Luo Mama ushering Jiu Si'er in at the door, and immediately stopped talking, smiling as she greeted her.

  The ninth sister bowed her head and greeted her.

  "All right, sit down." Old Lady Meng nodded at her.

  The ninth sister sat down.

  "Feng'er will be back in a few days!" The old lady's gaze fell on her body.

  "Uh-huh, I know!" Jiujie hastily nodded her head.

  When she said this, a look of satisfaction flashed across Madame Meng's face, and then she glanced at Xiaoyan.

  The ninth sister couldn't help but pause for a moment, and also looked at the young woman of the Yan family. The sight of the young woman's awkward expression made her slightly furrow her brow.

  What does it mean? Is Little Yan setting me up again behind my back...

  However, she didn't have any extra time to think about this matter, as the kitchen had sent over lunch and she naturally hurried forward to serve Old Lady Meng her meal. Then Old Lady Meng ordered Mama Luo to bring her some milk, after which she dismissed all the servants and gave them a few private instructions.

  "I think Feng'er will be back soon, as he has already summoned several of Rong Yan's trusted subordinates to the capital. It shouldn't be difficult to catch that assassin. For the next few days, we should all be on high alert and..."

  Several wives naturally nodded quickly.

  She said a few more words, and then Madame Meng suddenly complained of a headache, whereupon the others also took their leave and returned to their rooms.

  Back in the house, Jiu Si'er rested for a while, had a few cups of tea, and suddenly remembered something from two days ago. She immediately ordered Qing Xing, "Go and call for Cui Mei and Cui Qiao to come over!"

  The green apricot quickly left, and soon the emerald plum was brought before her.

  "I didn't call you two here for nothing, I mainly wanted to ask about the household registration book and account book." She said to the two of them.

  As soon as she asked about it, Cui Qiao was delighted and turned around to go back into the house to fetch that book of personnel matters.

  Seeing her like this, Jiu Jie couldn't help but furrow her brow instantly.

  This girl is so eager to take control of things herself, which isn't a good omen.

  "The princess, it's not that I don't want to read, it's just...I really don't recognize many characters, so...so no matter how I look at it, it all seems like a jumbled mess..." Receiving the ninth sister's doubtful gaze, Cuijiao hastily explained, her face flushing with embarrassment as she spoke.

  Jiuer was taken aback for a moment, then realized she had wrongly blamed her, so she quickly smiled and said, "Okay, let's watch it together later!"

  Na Cuijiao nodded and retreated to one side.

  "Cui Mei, have you looked at this account? Is there any problem?" Jiujie turned to Cui Mei again.

  "The problem is, there's no money in the accounts of our four houses," said Cui Mei, shaking her head.

  "No money?" Jiuniang was taken aback.

  "Yes, although the silver provided by the public is not small, but because there are many people in our house, it's also barely enough. Moreover, Master Wang will also give out a part every month, but it's still not enough to spend."

  This Yang family is different from others, to be precise, it's the way Qin's family head does things that's different from others.

  Except for monthly stipends and food supplies which are allocated per person, everything else is allocated per household.

  Every month, Gong Zhong will distribute example silver to each house according to the proportion of personnel, and then each party will operate specifically. The specific projects include small kitchens, some human relationships and social etiquette in each house, as well as some trivial matters.

  But this fair and autonomous management method is quite disadvantageous to the Fourth House. Think about it, Lady Xue has been ill for so many years, and the concubine in the house has become dominant, while Yang Guofeng is a man, making it difficult for the management not to go awry.

  She finally understood why Qiao Yu was so reluctant to hand over the accounts to her, and apart from understanding this point, another point is that Qiao Yu really had a lot of tricks up her sleeve to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

  However, it's also true that among so many women, only Chou Yu became pregnant with a child, which takes all the advantages and is understandable!

  "Cui Mei, take a closer look, is there really no problem with this account?" After thinking for a moment, Jiu Si'er asked Cui Mei again.

  "Really no problem!" Cuimei shook her head again and said very affirmatively.

  The ninth sister couldn't help but nod her head in agreement.

  Born in poverty, managing accounts, and yet still so clear-headed, this made her admire Qiao Yu even more.

  "Put it here for now, I'll take a look later!" She thought for a moment and said to Cui Mei.

  But admiration is still admiration, what she needs to do now is to overthrow everything and then cut off all the drawbacks.

  It's not that she wants to show off or anything, she was just moved by the man last night and wanted to do something for him.

  He is a big tree, and she, the one shaded by this big tree, naturally hopes to help him get rid of bugs, water him, and let him grow stronger, so that she, the one taking shelter under his shade, can be more at peace, isn't it?

  So on this day, Jiu Jie began to be busy. She first let Cui Qiao gather all the maids and servants of the four houses together.

  Considering Cuiqiao was unfamiliar with the crowd, Qingtao also invited Qiaolan to help, and soon a large group of people gathered under the front corridor...

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