After coming out of the cemetery, the old man at the edge of the stone pier hurriedly greeted him: "Come to see the young master and see the young madam."
Fang Qinglin quickly helped him up: "Uncle Fu, there is no need to be polite. Junior sister, this is Uncle Fu."
Xihe smiled and called out: "Uncle Fu."
"Hey!" Uncle Fu replied loudly, beaming with joy.
The three of them went down the mountain. Along the way, Uncle Fu asked about Fang Qinglin's current situation, whether he was used to life, and were the brothers easy to get along with? Master Zong, are you okay? Wait, the concern is beyond words.
Uncle Fu is an old servant of the Fang family. He has been helping Fang Qinglin guard the old house these years. He has an adopted son at his knees.
"Master, Madam, come in quickly. I take care of this yard every day. Everything is still the same as before."
While they were talking, the three of them had arrived at a place and entered the house. They pushed the door open and went in. The yard was indeed spotless, with not a single fallen leaf in sight. It was well-kept, as if people from the past were still living here.
"Master, do you still remember this swing? My wife used to hold you and sit on it, and the master pushed you from behind... and this wooden horse, the master made it for you when you were three years old... The engraving on the tree is when you were five years old. The height was measured when you were old, and the master carved it... In the blink of an eye, the young master, you are already married."
Uncle Fu couldn't help but choke up as he spoke, but it was a pity that none of these gentlemen and ladies could see him.
Fang Qinglin fell silent immediately and patted Uncle Fu on the shoulder.
"Look at me, I'm so busy talking that I forgot there's chicken stewed in the pot!" Uncle Fu quickly wiped his tears, "Master, Madam, you sit down first, and I'll bring the food."
As people walked away, the empty courtyard suddenly became quiet.
Fang Qinglin took Xihe's hand and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to my room."
The Fang family was once a first-class wealthy businessman. The courtyard was very exquisitely built, with rockeries and gardens everywhere, and koi carps swimming leisurely in the fish pond, which had the charm of Jiangnan architecture.
Fang Qinglin's courtyard is next to the main courtyard. He opens the door and goes in. There are wooden horses, wooden swords, tiger shoes, cute hats, children's clothes, the four treasures of the study on the main table, and various graffiti on the paper... Fang Qinglin stood in front of the desk. .
Xihe walked over with the little hat: "What do you think of using this for our children in the future?"
Fang Qinglin took a look and saw that it was an octagonal hat, embroidered with five poisonous insects to ward off evil spirits. It seemed that he could see a gentle woman making a hat for a child with a smile on her lips: "Well, okay."
Xihe smiled brightly at him and went to pick up other things, talking about how to use them in the future.
Fang Qinglin's eyes couldn't help but become gentle, and he walked over and knelt down to discuss it together.
In the evening, the two of them sat down to have a meal with Uncle Fu.
Uncle Fu was very happy. He drank a lot and couldn't even walk. His adopted son came to pick him up.
He was an honest man, and he simply said: "Master, Madam, you guys have a good rest, I will take dad back and take care of him."
Fang Qinglin nodded: "Go ahead and be careful on the road."
The man carefully supported Uncle Fu and slowly led the people away.
Xihe and the others also closed the door, washed briefly, and returned to Fang Qinglin's room.
Lying on the bed, the cool moonlight shone in from the window, Xihe lay on the young man's chest, his fingertips unconsciously hooked on his belt, already drowsy: "Mr.
Fang Qinglin closed his eyes: "Yeah."
Xihe: "I will always be with you. We will also have children in the future, so don't be unhappy."
Fang Qinglin opened his eyes and lowered his head. The woman's complexion was fair and her sleeping face was peaceful.
The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously: "Okay."
She could see that he was not in a high mood today and had been keeping him company silently until now.
I couldn't help but hug the person in my arms tightly. What more could a husband ask for when he has a wife like this?
The next day, after meeting with Uncle Fu, the two went to the Taichu Sect.
The Taichu sect was built halfway up the mountain. From the foot of the mountain to the mountain gate, there were a total of 999 stone steps. As soon as we arrived at the foot of the mountain, we saw many disciples climbing up the mountain. It is said that this is one of the lessons.
"Fifth Senior Brother!"
Seeing them, the practicing disciples threw away their burdens and ran over excitedly.
"Fifth Senior Brother, why did you come back just now? I miss you so much!"
He threw himself on Fang Qinglin, laughing and making trouble: "Senior Brother, I heard from Third Senior Brother that you married a bride, where is she? You didn't bring her back... Ouch, who hit me?"
The young disciple covered his head and looked around for the murderer.
The disciple rolled his eyes when he saw this: "Idiot." Then he stepped forward and bowed, "Disciple Lin Mao, pay my respects to the fifth sister-in-law."
He smiled and looked cute and smart. Xihe smiled and helped him up: "Lin Mao, hello."
With a twist of his wrist, he pulled out a few gold coins and gave them to the two young disciples.
"Thank you, Fifth Sister." Lin Mao smiled even brighter.
The young disciple who couldn't see Xihe took it sheepishly and whispered his thanks.
Xihe touched the little guy's head and didn't mind.
Fang Qinglin asked the two children to continue practicing and took Xihe up. He met many disciples on the way and ran up cheering. When he saw Xihe, he respectfully called him "Fifth Sister-in-law".
By the time Fang Qinglin arrived in his room, Xihe had already scattered a lot of gold coins and left.
Fang Qinglin was helpless: "Just give me something casually, it doesn't need to be so expensive."
Xihe glared at him and said, "I saw that they liked you so much and I was so happy that I couldn't help but scatter the gold." There was emotion in his eyes, not to mention that this was tantamount to a direct confession?
Fang Qinglin's throat tightened, he made a fist and coughed slightly, and looked away uncomfortably: "This is my bedroom..."
Xihe knew it well and didn't reveal it, and looked at the room cooperatively.
In fact, there was nothing. There were a few gowns in the cabinet, pens, ink, and books on the table. The quilts were folded neatly on the bamboo couch. Xihe sat on the edge of the bed, glanced at Fang Qinglin, and lay down on it.
"My sister-in-law sewed this piece. Our senior brothers' clothes are all..." He turned around and was speechless for a moment.
Xihe lay on his side, put his hands on his waist, and hooked his fingers.
Fang Qinglin's face turned red and his expression was troubled: "Junior sister, this is a sect..."
If he stood still, Xihe might still believe him. She hooked her arms with him and lay down. She said in a false voice: "Mr., where are you thinking? I'm just tired and want to rest for a while."
Fang Qinglin: ...You should take your hands out of my clothes.
Because it was daytime and still within the Taichu Sect, it stopped not long after.
The young man stood up and put on his clothes, while Xihe lay on the bed, supporting his head with his hands, looking at him from his shoulders to his feet, with a regretful expression.
Fang Qinglin turned around and saw her unfinished expression. His breath suffocated. He blushed and helped her pick up the scattered clothes one by one. He whispered: "Wait until we get back to the foot of the mountain."
Xihe's eyes lit up, but he said seriously: "My husband is in a completely better mood now?"
The young man raised his eyes and glanced at her with resentment. It was so exciting that he couldn't think about anything else.
Xihe bursts into laughter, making the branches tremble with laughter, which makes people love and hate him at the same time.
(End of chapter)
