Zhao Jin was the last to leave the Yan Mansion. He turned his head to look at the plaque painted with gold, and his eyes were full of jealousy, but he had no choice but to let the housekeeper wave at the door and ruthlessly drive him out. Yan House.
There were still people gathered in the front yard of the second courtyard. The housekeeper and the stewards of each courtyard huddled together, bowing their heads and letting go.
They now know that Yan Cheng is serious about Song Jinshu, and now it is the young master who is in charge of the second hospital. Anyone who dares to disrespect the young master is disrespectful to the second master.
"In the future, the monthly account books will be handed over to Xiaoye for inspection, and the silver will be distributed by Xiaoye at the beginning of the month. If the servants in the house cause trouble, Xiaoye can also handle it by himself."
Yan Cheng stood in front of the courtyard, carrying one hand on Behind him, the eagle eye sharply swept over the servants butlers, and finally landed on the old butler who had been in the Yan residence for more than ten years.
"Butler Liu is getting old, and the things big and small in the mansion must be out of control. From today on the second hospital and Taoyuan, the old housekeeper will not need to worry about it.
" With a touch of indigo, his eyes darkened, and he continued: "The young master is young, playful and playful by nature. The old housekeeper pays more attention to him. Three meals a day are essential, and ordinary entertainment can be avoided."
Yan Ze outside the yard heard With this, he accidentally broke a branch.
He angrily threw the broken branch on the ground, stomped on it savagely, and kicked it into the pond with the last kick, splashing a pool of water.
The house deed and land deed were carefully put into a mahogany box by Song Jinshu. The outside was locked with a jade lock inlaid with gold, and the key was kept close by Song Jinshu.
"It looks so precious?"
Yan Cheng smiled and watched Song Jinshu put things into the innermost layer of the cabinet, thinking about the placement of a spare shop in the city.
Song Jinshu locked the cabinet door, turned his head to look at Yan Cheng, who was leaning on the side of the bed, and put the key under the pillow.
Once the house deed is lost, the old man Yan's half-life effort will be gone. He doesn't want to fight these things, so he let Yan Cheng watch his actions to know where these things are placed.
"A few days ago, Ah Fu said that he had recruited a few clever young men from Yuntian. You go and see a few people in the mansion in the afternoon. If you want to go out to play in the future, I can rest assured that they will be by your side."
Song Jinshu raised his head. Looking at Yan Cheng, broken light flashed in his eyes.
Yan Cheng liked to see him like this, he reached out his hand to pull him but was afraid that Song Jinshu would hide, his hand stopped in midair for a while, and finally he just stroked his sideburns and pulled the broken hair behind his ears.
"I heard from Ah Fu that you haven't been out of the house since you came to Youdu. I took you to see the lanterns last time and saw that you liked the outside world, so I wanted you to go out and have a look."
Yan Cheng has been busy again these days. With dark blue eyes in his eyes, he forced himself to take off the broken silver purse from his body and hand it to Song Jinshu.
"Big brother is not in good health and can't accompany you out. If you feel bored, ask a few clever servants to accompany you for a walk. There are many interesting places in the city, and several restaurants are also doing good business."
In Yan Cheng's words The meaning couldn't be more obvious, Song Jinshu was a little excited, and there were tears in his eyes.
Brothers married into the mansion as a wife or a concubine, and they were not allowed to run outside. The husband's family asked them to observe the three obedience and four virtues. Their main accusation was to give birth to a healthy and intelligent baby.
Once the mother is more expensive than the child.
He never thought that Yan Cheng would allow him to go out to play, and for a while, the strength in his hand was a little big, and he squeezed the purse into a deformed and twisted shape.
"Tomorrow, the shop clerk will go to Licheng to buy goods. I have to stay in the shop all day and watch. Do you...would you like to come and see it with me?"
Song Jinshu said no, nodded, and his eyes were full of crescent smiles. Son.
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Yan Cheng didn't stay at home for too long. After taking the account book, he hurried to the store again.
Song Jinshu had nothing to do, took out the basic ledger that Yan Cheng had left at home, and took advantage of the afternoon sun to sit in front of the windowsill and read.
Although he grew up in the country, he was still smart since he was a child. His parents sent him to school for a few years, and he knew how to write.
Yan Ze sneaked into the Second Courtyard, and saw Song Jinshu sitting inside looking down at the account book from the window. He was relieved when he didn't see Yan Cheng's figure, and walked lightly into the room.
The weather in April was getting warmer, and Song Jinshu was hot from the sun. He simply took off the water-red tulle robe outside, and tied his long hair behind his head with a tie, revealing a beautiful and slender neck.
The sun shone on his body, as if it was covered with a layer of golden scales, and the thin sweat on his skin reflected a sparkling light, and from a distance he looked like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world.
Yan Ze was a little dazed when he saw it. He only thought that the second sister-in-law was prettier than the little people in the picture books.
"Second...Second sister-in-law."
Yan Ze's eyes straightened, he walked slowly to Song Jinshu, and when he saw the ledger on the table, he remembered his purpose for coming here.
He wants to take some silver taels from Song Jinshu and go to Huajie to play.
But when he met Song Jinshu's clear eyes, all the words that had been drafted were completely forgotten.
He stared blankly at the cinnabar mole between Song Jinshu's brows, and asked rebelliously: "Second sister-in-law can also be my bed partner in the future?" Looking at Yan Ze after several steps, it was as if he was watching some kind of beast.
The servants of Yan's house are used to joking, and they all say that Song Jinshu is a gadget that Yan's family bought to make a bed warmer for Yan Cheng. gadgets.
It just so happened that the maid went into the house to change the water, and when she heard Yan Ze's words, she was so frightened that the water basin in her hand smashed to the ground, and the thunder thumped.
"You can't say what the young master said. The young master is the wife of the second master Mingmi, but he is not a bed partner. The young master will meet someone he really likes in the future, and he will also marry and have children."
Yan Ze was unhappy and shook it off. The maid took his hand.
"I'm not too young. Daddy said that he can get me engaged when he is 18 years old. I heard Erhu in the school say that his eldest brother and second brother both share the same wife, so why can't I?
" He hurriedly tried to cover Yan Ze's mouth, but he broke free, and some childish voices exploded inside.
"I also want to have a wife with my second brother! The second sister-in-law looks even better than the person in the picture, and I want the second sister-in-law to give birth to a child for me!"
Song Jinshu stepped back again and again, looking at Yan Ze with a pale face, his body was shaky.
A crisp slap sounded in the room, Yan Chi was so angry that his fingers were shaking, and five fingerprints were clearly printed on Yan Ze's left face.
"Send me back to the room, the young master, to be locked up for seven days, and don't eat dinner!"
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Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife
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