Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 69 Sister and Sister (7000)

Although they are married, the title of "husband" is still a little unfamiliar to Song Yan. Now there is only one person who calls him "husband".

Luo Tianxuan.

Song Yan was somewhat curious about his wife, whom he had never seen since their marriage, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances at her. Perhaps because she had been suffering from illness, Luo Tianxuan had a thin figure and a slightly pale complexion. Her face was covered by a veil, so her appearance could not be seen, but she had an otherworldly aura.

The eyes are very big, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are as clear as autumn water.

After a brief pause, Song Yan reacted: "Miss Tianxuan."

There was a hint of reproach in the woman's eyes: "My husband, why are you so distant? Just call me wife." After all, she was a woman, and she felt a little shy to say such words. Even through the veil, one could see a blush on her pretty face.

"On the day of our wedding, I was seriously ill and was unable to see you, my husband. I left you alone in the empty room. I hope you won't blame me."

Alone in an empty house?

Silly woman, did you know that your husband was attacked on your wedding night?

At first, he felt a bit uneasy. After all, it was their first meeting, and he didn't quite understand Luo Tianxuan's personality and temperament. It seemed to Song Yan that he wasn't as relaxed as he had been with Luo Tianyi. However, after chatting for a few minutes, the discomfort gradually faded. Song Yan could tell that she was a very gentle woman, without the slightest hint of the shrewdness of a royal woman.

Worried about infecting Song Yan with his lung disease, Luo Tianxuan didn't approach him even while they were talking, maintaining a certain distance from him. Song Yan also knew that Luo Tianxuan had entered Songzhou City the previous night, but when he arrived at the Luo residence, he found him asleep and didn't disturb him. Although he could hear something unusual in Luo Tianxuan's voice during their conversation, he didn't cough frequently. It seemed that his tuberculosis had improved significantly, otherwise Luo Tianxuan wouldn't have left the courtyard.

"In fact, it's good to leave the yard for a walk occasionally. Lung disease requires air circulation, and being trapped in a corner is actually not good for the condition." Song Yan said.

"Air?" This was probably the first time Luo Tianxuan heard this word, and he was a little confused.

"You need to open the windows and ventilate the room. Keeping the doors and windows closed all day will be detrimental to recovery."

"Then I'll listen to my husband."

"Do you feel wronged after marrying into the Luo family?" Luo Tianxuan seemed to be choosing her words: "I can ask my mother to go to the government office and change my household registration back."

"Life is much better now than it was back at the Duke's Mansion, and I don't feel any grievances."

"But, I feel sorry for my husband. He is very talented, but now he has become a son-in-law. I already know the two poems he wrote... So, who is Xiao Ping?"

"Ok?"

"If it's the girl my husband liked before, I can let him take her back to the Luo Mansion."

How to answer this?

On the treetop not far away, the slender little feet gently tapped the branches, and the body seemed to be a leaf growing on the branches, swaying up and down with the breeze.

With his arms folded across his chest, he held a long sword. Who else could it be but Luo Tianyi?
His dark eyes gazed at the small courtyard from afar, and it was unclear whether he was looking at the scenery in the courtyard or the people in the courtyard.

They talked like this for a long time, and before they knew it, the sun had warmed up, and the steam from it made them feel sticky. Their conversation consisted of little family matters, except for the slightly more difficult question about Xiao Ping. Song Yan spent a long time explaining to Luo Tianxuan that it was just a name he had made up. Yet, the whole process felt strangely comforting, as if this was how husband and wife should be.

"Cough cough..."

A gust of wind blew by, and Luo Tianxuan coughed lightly twice. Her delicate brows wrinkled slightly, and her small hand subconsciously covered her lips, "Husband, it seems I have to go back." When the discomfort in her chest gradually dissipated, Luo Tianxuan raised her head, with reluctance in her eyes.

She nodded at Song Yan and turned to leave, with a faint smile on her lips under her veil. She was not good at speaking, and although she racked her brains to say so many words to her husband, she was very happy.

She didn't know if this was what they called happiness... but she would not allow anyone to destroy it. Yu Shuang said that the Yang family had secretly planted some people in the Duke of Song's Mansion.

It might be used to deal with my husband.

Let’s just go and kill him.

The first meeting with his wife ended like this. There was no grandiose or harsh criticism, just an ordinary one. Of course, Song Yan didn't dislike this ordinary feeling. On the contrary, even though he hadn't seen his wife's appearance, his first impression was still quite good. His wife was very gentle and spoke softly. She was probably the kind of girl who wouldn't even step on a small insect.

It wouldn't be bad to spend my life with a girl like this.

Thinking of this, Song Yan smiled and walked out the door. Although this was also Luo Mansion, there were not many servants, and they probably had to eat three meals a day outside.

Luo Yuheng was not at the house and no one knew what he was doing.

Even Luo Tianshu and Luo Tianquan were nowhere to be seen. It was said that they had gone to meet up with their classmates.

It was not until I reached the gate of Luo Mansion that I saw my sister-in-law holding a sword in both hands, leaning against the doorpost in a very casual posture. Even when she saw Song Yan appear, she just raised her eyelids coolly:
"Where are you going? Mom asked me to follow you."

Because of yesterday's torrential downpour, the temperature dropped significantly today, but the cool breeze was refreshing. Looking up, the sky was clear, with only a few white clouds floating in the sky, like cotton blossoms. Songzhou City was much quieter today. The streets were deserted, and most shops were closed. The few that were open were mostly cleaning up their flooded goods. Before I knew it, I had reached the banks of the Yiluo River, where traces of the floodwaters could still be seen on the shore. The Yiluo River was once the most prosperous area in Songzhou City, but now it was in ruins. Perhaps it was because rainstorms like yesterday's were rare in Songzhou City, otherwise so many businesses wouldn't have opened their shops there.

Many houses were washed away, bricks and tiles were broken, and the adobe walls collapsed to the ground like a small hill. Thin streams of water flowed into the accumulated water through the cracks, carrying yellow mud.

In the tumbling river, there are occasional calm spots where broken wooden boards can be seen.

It eventually caused a flood. Although the rain did not last too long, it was really heavy. Fortunately, this kind of flood came and went quickly. Now the water level of the Yiluo River has reached below the river bank. As long as there is no heavy rain in a short time, there should be no problem.

Someone was digging something in the rubble, and bursts of crying could be heard from time to time. Perhaps someone in the family was swept away by the flood.

Hearing such a voice, my originally good mood sank. From ancient times to the present, natural disasters such as floods and earthquakes have always been very scary. Even the warriors in this world seem particularly insignificant in the face of natural disasters.

There was a commotion ahead. Looking up, they saw a group of uniformed officers with scimitars on their waists. They walked up to those who were rescuing people or saving property in the ruins and patted their shoulders. When they saw that they were officials, they took out a tael of silver from their pockets.

Even those who cried loudly were no exception.

Soon the officers arrived in front of the two men and said, "As usual, two taels of silver for two persons."

Song Yan didn't quite understand what was going on for a moment, but Luo Tianyi beside him had a stern expression on his face. He raised his right hand and slapped a railing on the river bank.

Snapped.

With a crisp sound, the solid wooden railing was shattered in an instant.

Song Yan's heart trembled slightly.

The faces of the officers turned even paler, and they dared not mention the matter of the two taels of silver again. They walked around the two men and ran straight towards the target behind them, as if they saw nothing.

"What's happening here?"

Luo Tianyi frowned, his face full of disgust: "Treat mercury!"

……

Of course, floods cannot affect those truly important people.

Ji family!

In the house covering an area of ​​more than ten acres, nearly a hundred servants were busy clearing the accumulated water and silt. Although the Tongpan was not a very important official and his rank was not high, he was powerful enough because he was in charge of criminal law.

Ji Cheng was leisurely sipping tea. Although it was a bit spicy, it was refreshing. Those lowly common people called it a medicinal soup. Ji Cheng scoffed at such remarks. How could those peasants appreciate the beauty of tea?

Due to the heavy rain, the state government office was closed for half a month and the place was quite quiet. Opposite was Ji Wenxuan, the only son of the Ji family.

Ji Cheng was quite satisfied with his son. He was young but already had some talent. He should have no problem passing the examination to become a scholar this year, a juren before he turned thirty, and a jinshi before he turned forty. Don't think that becoming a jinshi at forty is bad, because how could the imperial examination be easy?

The only bad thing about him is his personality. Maybe it's because he comes from a family of officials, which leads to his bad temper and he can't stand any loss.

Just like now...

"That Song Yun, what kind of person is that? He actually dared to write a poem to curse me. That very night, I and a few classmates took advantage of the darkness and beat him up. Father, you don't know how badly that guy was beaten..."

Ji Cheng had also heard of that poem.

It is normal for young people to write poems and lyrics to cultivate their sentiments. This sentence is too harsh to say that they are forcing themselves to be sad in order to write new lyrics.

At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the front yard. It was a policeman. When he ran to Ji Cheng, he was already out of breath, and a wheezing sound could be heard in his throat: "Master, it's not good!"

Ji Cheng's face darkened. He was a gentle person and couldn't stand such impatience. "What's wrong? Can you say something auspicious? You're so flustered, how can you be so disgraceful? What do I teach you every day? Stay calm when encountering things. Even if the sky falls, I will hold it up..."

"Song Yun...is dead!"

Clap!

The teacup in Ji Cheng's hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces. His original gentleness and calmness disappeared completely in an instant.

The sky is really falling!
I can’t stand it!

Chapter 3: 3,000 words
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