When the sun was about to set, Yan Chi walked into the backyard with vain steps.
Song Jinshu stood up abruptly from his chair, looked at Yan Chi with a flushed face, and didn't know what to say. Yan Chi was a little dizzy and didn't notice Song Jinshu's abnormal expression. After explaining the precautions of Xianghuotang to the young monk, he led the people away.
Shen Yuxiu accompanied his parents up the mountain to pray for Buddha, and the family planned to spend the night in the temple, so he did not go back to the city with the two of them.
As soon as Yan Chi got into the carriage, he leaned against the window and fell into a deep sleep. Song Jinshu didn't dare to disturb Yan Chi's rest, so he took out the bodhi fruit from his bosom and wiped it carefully with a clean handkerchief.
When the carriage drove to Yan Mansion, the sky was completely dark, and the bright full moon was hanging in the night sky. Song Jinshu got off the carriage and looked up, the moonlight was shining all over his shoulders.
Yan Cheng had been waiting at the gate of the mansion for a long time, and when he saw Song Jinshu getting off the carriage, he didn't go forward to help him. Leaning on the stone lion at the door, he pursed his mouth and looked aggrieved.
Yan Chi's face was pale and was helped back into the yard by the maid. Song Jinshu took Yan Cheng's hand and walked in, but he couldn't pull him, so he could only stand at the door with him to enjoy the moonlight.
"If you have a big brother, you don't want me anymore," Yan Cheng was smelling of alcohol, and when he talked in Song Jinshu's ear, the hot and humid breath sprayed his face, "I have been waiting for you at home for several hours, and you are only coming back now ."
Song Jinshu raised his arms to hug Yan Cheng who was leaning over, because he couldn't stabilize his figure, he took a few steps back, and only barely stopped his pace when he leaned against the stone lion behind him.
"You, you, drunk."
Song Jinshu took the medicine for a few days, and every night Yan Cheng covered him in the quilt and uttered obscene words. Normal communication was no longer a problem. In front of Yan Cheng, he has grown much more courageous, but he still has a habit of stuttering, which needs time to correct.
"Well, I drank a little." Yan Cheng didn't put all his weight on Song Jinshu's body, he hung on Song Jinshu's back, and pushed the person forward, "I received Mr. Yue from the west of the city at night, and he said "My son is getting married.", that I would make it for him. "
The maids in the front yard saw it, covered their eyes, and blushed, and dared not look at them. Yingbi, who was passing by with water, bit her lower lip hard and left quickly.
"marriage?"
Song Jinshu tugged at Yan Cheng's sleeve, signaling him to let go and walk properly.
The last time Yue Tongzhou went to a tailor shop and asked Yan Cheng to tailor a wedding dress for him. It turned out that he had already planned for the wedding, and he kept it hidden until now.
"But Mr. Yue didn't know that young master Yue came to me to make wedding clothes." Yan Cheng felt strange and asked one more question, and only then learned from Mr. Yue that he was going to marry his son to the current Shangshu elder.
"Shangshu, my lord!"
Song Jinshu exclaimed and turned around, almost falling into the pool next to him together with Yan Cheng.
Master Shangshu wants to call Mr. Yue a cousin. Although he is powerful in the court, he is already over fifty years old. Mr. Yue wants to marry his young son to Mr. Shangshu??
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Rebirth of the Dumb Husband and Wife *COMPLETED*
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