beautiful woman at home

After a period of time like this, the girl's condition has just recovered more than half.

In the morning, the girl sips the ginseng soup, and there are all kinds of tonic soups brought by Wen's mother, which almost fills up the low table.

"Too much." The girl sighed in embarrassment, "Mother arranges so much soup, I really can't finish it."

Ye Ran hesitated and said: "Then you can drink as much as you can, and I will handle the rest for you."

The girl bent her eyebrows and smiled, her bright eyes filled with joy and she replied in satisfaction: "Thank you, Sister Ye."

In the summer morning, the chirping of cicadas never stopped, Ye Ran pursed her lips and looked away, feeling that the girl's smile was particularly intoxicating.

The tea moistened the throat, and Ye Ran said softly: "Are you really not going to rest for a few more days?"

Wen Zijin held the spoon in his hand and said: "If the complicated affairs in the yamen are not handled well, all kinds of affairs will pile up together when the autumn harvest tax is collected, I am afraid that I will not be able to keep busy."

Although the magistrate of Jingzhou City is not a high-ranking official, he has a lot of affairs under his hands, ranging from murder cases to land taxes and agricultural taxes.

When Wen Zijin left the mansion in the afternoon, there were indeed a lot of case files piled up in the backyard of the yamen.

Master Zhao and several accountants were already waiting in the warehouse early.

When Wen Zijin looked through the tax books, he found that there was something wrong with the tax revenue when Jingzhou City was managed in the early years. Many silver taels in it were neither handed over to the national treasury nor deposited in the government treasury.

Therefore, Wen Zijin planned to investigate the bad debts left by Zhouzhi County earlier.

Originally, there should be two masters next to the county magistrate in the yamen, one is proficient in the law of the dynasty, and the other is responsible for settling accounts.

Because Wen Zijin had already memorized the laws of the dynasty by heart, there was only one master who could settle accounts.

Master Zhao was working under Zhou Zhixian earlier, and Wen Zijin just wanted to question him.

"I would like to trouble everyone to check these ledgers carefully. If there are holes, please calculate the amount of silver taels accurately."

Wen Zijin sat aside, looking at Master Zhao's pale cheeks, lowered his head and hurriedly wiped his sweat with his sleeves.

"My lord, this is the account managed by the county magistrate himself, why bother to re-examine it?" Master Zhao reminded tactfully, clearly to put pressure on it.

"Master Zhao, do you know that I am the magistrate of Jingzhou City?"

"Small mistake."

After spending three days, Wen Zijin was afraid that Mr. Zhao would not be serious, so he specially invited an old man from Yinzhuang to settle accounts.

The sound of the beads being fiddled was louder than the cicadas outside. When the sound in the yard gradually stopped, Wen Zijin took a sip of tea.

Master Zhao handed over the account book and said, "There are 800 taels of silver in it, and I don't know where it went."

A person who is in charge of accounts would say that he does not know where the money in his accounts has gone.

Wen Zijin frowned slightly, and the old man who settled accounts came in from outside to report:

"My lord, the amount of verification is small, and the tax revenue in the past three years has been reduced by 72 taels of silver."

Although Jingzhou City is far away from the capital city, it is also a rich place. The people live and work in peace and contentment, and naturally the taxes are sufficient. Wen Zijin originally thought that Zhou Zhi County would not be greedy. silver.

"My lord, I really don't know about this little one." Master Zhao knelt down with a plop.

"Come here, send someone to arrest Master Zhou!"

It was the hottest time of the day at noon, and the yamen was surrounded by the common people.

The search of a large amount of silver from the Zhou family has become irrefutable evidence.

Master Zhao said tremblingly, "My lord, the money was swallowed by Mr. Zhou privately."

Elderly Master Zhou turned black and said, "Shut up!"

Wen Zijin asked people to read each account clearly, and when the total amount was reported, the onlookers were amazed, and they all bowed their heads and cursed: "What a corrupt official with a black heart!"

"The evidence is so strong, you can plead guilty"

Master Zhou suddenly fainted, and the yamen was in chaos.

Although the interrogation failed, Wen Zijin still put him in prison.

Rumors spread everywhere, and the case of Mr. Zhou's corruption spread quickly. Every household in Jingzhou City did not dare to associate with the Zhou family anymore, for fear of getting involved.

It's just that he didn't expect Mr. Zhou to come again. Wen Zijin knew that this person was vicious, so he deliberately asked the officials to wait aside.

"Lord Wen, my father is over [-] years old, and the prison is extremely damp and cold, why is he so merciless?" Young Master Zhou frowned, no longer as proud as he was last time.

"In the case of your father's embezzlement, there are all witnesses and material evidence. If you don't worry about your father's old age, you should be sentenced immediately."

Mr. Zhou, who was under the harsh sunlight outside, looked at him with a pale face and sneered, "You, did you already know about Li Xiucai?"

"Li Xiucai?" Wen Zijin drank tea with a calm expression, but until now, Wen Zijin actually didn't understand how he had offended Mr. Zhou, "The case has already been closed. Does Mr. Zhou know the details?"

"I thought Mr. Wen had sent someone to keep an eye on the gate of the Zhou Mansion. He heard something else." Mr. Zhou fanned his folding fan. Although he couldn't hold his breath, the corruption case is raging in Jingzhou City right now. It's too big, if Wen Zijin doesn't cooperate, I'm afraid it will be difficult.

So Mr. Zhou changed his words when he saw that Wen Zijin didn't seem to know about Li Xiucai.

"Young Master Zhou is worrying too much." Of course Wen Zijin knew that Li Xiucai had something to do with him, but he didn't intend to break his mind right now.

When the two talked back and forth, Wen Zijin always avoided the important ones.

Until dusk, Mr. Zhou couldn't bear his temper and had to threaten him in a tactful voice: "Master Wen, most of the officials are corrupt and turn a blind eye. Everyone is a respectable family in Jingzhou City. If you check it, can it be Aren't you afraid of offending people?"

Wen Zijin looked straight at Young Master Zhou and said in a deep voice, "Then why didn't your father think about his future reputation when he embezzled the cashier?"

"You..." Young Master Zhou stood up and glared, holding the folding fan tightly in his hand.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the old head catcher hurried forward and said, "My lord."

Wen Zijin, who was originally sitting quietly, immediately stood up, looked at the angry Young Master Zhou with a serious expression, and said, "I wonder how much impression Young Master Zhou has of the case of the female corpse in the West Alley 13 years ago?"

Young Master Zhou's face changed suddenly, his eyes became flustered, and he said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

The female ghost, who was only here to inquire about her father's corruption trial for Zhou Ling, looked at Zhou Rong ridiculously, and then appeared aside.

Wen Zijin could recognize ghosts and evils with the naked eye, but officers and soldiers couldn't, so the female ghost blew softly on purpose.

"Who is it!" Mr. Zhou covered his ears with his hands, and he dodged to one side in panic, looking at the empty corner on one side.

The female ghost looked at it with a smirk, and then waved helplessly at Wen Zijin.

"Mr. Zhou, what's the matter with you?" Wen Zijin could only suppress a smile, and asked pretending to be ignorant.

"No, it's nothing." Young Master Zhou looked away, with cold sweat on his cheeks, and said, "If Mr. Wen handles the case of the corruption of Mr. President's father at his discretion, there will naturally be indispensable benefits."

Wen Zijin said very seriously: "I can only act in accordance with the laws of the dynasty, and I am afraid I can't do it according to the circumstances."

These conversations obviously couldn't reach an agreement, Mr. Zhou waved his sleeves and left the Yamen, but he felt revenge in his heart.

The old head catcher on the side said worriedly: "My lord, Mr. Zhou is not a good stubble this time."

"Well, I understand." Wen Zijin told all the officers and soldiers to leave.

The female ghost said leisurely: "How do you plan to deal with Master Zhou?"

Wen Zijin tilted his head and responded: "The Zhou family's property has already been counted. After the stolen money is returned to the treasury, the rest is left to deal with Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zhao according to the law."

"Zhou Rong, I won't let you go so easily."

"I am an official appointed by the court. If he dares to attack an official, he will be arrested immediately."

"You're a big kid, you've only been an official for a long time, and you're actually an official." The female ghost reached out and patted Wen Zijin's shoulder and said with a smile.

Official authority?

Wen Zijin got up a little embarrassed and said in a low voice, "I am acting according to the law, so how can I have any prestige?"

The female ghost suppressed the smile in her eyes, and sighed softly: "But that guy Zhou Rong is not a law-abiding person, you send someone to steal tens of thousands of taels of silver from his house, and arrest his father and put him in jail, so be on guard." That's what he is."

"Well, I will." Recently Wen Zijin has been adding a lot of servants to accompany him, even the Wen family is so careful.

Song Xia wanted to give a few more words of advice, but thinking of Wen Zijin's pure heart, he might not be able to appreciate the revenge of a vicious person.

So Song Xia left the yamen, did not go back to the study immediately, but slipped into the flower building quietly.

That Zhou Rong was drinking in the flower building and attracted many girls, but his face was very heavy, it seems that he was quite frightened before.

In the flower building, Yingsongyanyan danced, pipa and operas played softly, and Zhou Rong just returned home in sedan chair at midnight.

Song Xia had visited Zhou Mansion countless times before, but it was the first time he had seen such a desolate place.

When Zhou Rong was alone in the inner room, Song Xia appeared, floated over slowly and said, "Long time no see."

"You, don't come here!" Zhou Rong was so frightened that he leaned his back against the wall tightly, looking at Song Xia with dull eyes.

"You were never afraid of me when you saw me before, why are you afraid of me now that I'm a ghost?" Song Xia approached with a sneer.

Zhou Rong waved his hands with a pale face, but he couldn't touch Song Xia. He muttered in horror: "Go away, you have been dead for so long, why are you still looking for me?"

Song Xia raised his eyebrows, grabbed Zhou Rong's neck with his fingertips and smiled, "Don't you know why I died?"

Zhou Rong, who was powerless to fight back, begged for mercy in a panic: "I was wrong, and I just missed at that time."

The force between the fingers became heavier, Song Xia mentioned that Zhou Rong fell to the wall and said in a low voice: "If you dare to do evil things again, I promise to kill you!"

"Okay, I promise!" Zhou Rong replied in a daze.

Song Xia then left the Zhou Mansion and stood alone in the attic of the Zhou Mansion.

Manjingzhou City was brightly lit. It used to be a place where I and Zhou Ling often stayed, but now it was full of sundries and dust everywhere.

If he hadn't been entangled with Zhou Ling, maybe he had already been reincarnated.

It was almost midnight when we returned to the study, and there were not many lanterns lit outside the street, and Song Xia entered the inner room of the backyard of the study wearily.

With a weak lamp, Zhou Ling is still immersed in extracting books. The furnishings here are very simple, except for a bed, there is only a desk, which is full of various books.

The former eldest lady of the Zhou family is now living such a poor life alone, every time Song Xia thinks about it, she will feel that she is dragging her down.

"Where have you been?" Zhou Ling put down the pen in his hand, with a slightly pale face and a slight touch of delicate Emei, obviously a little displeased.

Song Xia was most familiar with this appearance.

"I didn't go anywhere, I just wandered around." Song Xia raised his hand and held the scissors to cut off the wick, and it became much brighter in an instant.

Zhou Ling put the books on the desk aside, then brought out the hot food and said, "Let's eat together."

Song Xia paused and hesitated, "Actually, you don't have to wait for me to eat."

After all, they are not human anymore, so they don't need to eat food.

It's just that Zhou Ling was still very stubborn, staring straight at him, and arranged the bowls and chopsticks neatly, obviously waiting for Song Xia to sit down.

"What about the case?" Zhou Lingsheng asked with Tang.

Song Xia on the side took the soup bowl and responded, "I'm afraid I'll be in prison for a few years."

Zhou Ling paused and sighed, and then didn't make another sound. The index finger holding the wooden chopsticks had a thick callus from holding the pen for many years.

These are no longer the slender hands of the past.

Zhou Ling, who has a dull temperament, doesn't like to talk at all. If Song Xia doesn't open his mouth, he might not be able to say a few words all day.

Now think about how I was so fascinated by her back then?

Song Xia shook her head, only ate half a bowl of soup, and was about to put down the bowl and chopsticks.

Zhou Ling on the side suddenly leaned over, frowning and asked: "Have you gone to Hualou again?"

"No, no, I just met someone who bought rouge and powder on the road, so I got some." Song Xia didn't want Zhou Ling to know that he had threatened Zhou Rong.

But Zhou Ling obviously didn't believe it. He looked at it complicatedly and said after a long time: "If you feel tired of getting along with me, you can tell me."

How did Song Xia expect that Zhou Ling still remembered that he had been to Hualou once, and said these angry words inexplicably.

"I can't get tired of you." Song Xia reached out and poked Zhou Ling's serious face, "I didn't expect you to remember my temper tantrum back then."

Zhou Ling reached out and grabbed Song Xia's hand, and said with a serious expression, "I don't like the smell of makeup on your body."

"Then it's fine if I go and wash up." Most of Song Xia clung to him, bowed his head and kissed the serious man, muttering, "Hey, did you like me a long time ago?"

Otherwise, how could Zhou Ling have been thinking about the matter of going to Hualou for fun at the beginning for more than ten years. After all, Zhou Ling has always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

The long summer nights are long, and when the lights go out, everything has just begun.

It's a pity that the atmosphere in Wen's mansion at this moment is very strange.

As the Ghost Festival was approaching, the matter of offering sacrifices was intense, so Father Wen suddenly returned to the mansion ahead of schedule.

"There are three ways to be unfilial and having no offspring is the biggest. Can Zijin consider suitable candidates for a concubine?" Father Wen suddenly brought up this matter during the meal.

Wen Zijin couldn't move his hands in time when asked, and was almost choked, while Ye Ran on the side raised his hand and passed the handkerchief.

"Zijin is only seventeen, and the child is not in a hurry." Mother Wen uttered a voice to help.

Father Wen frowned slightly, but because of the existence of the bride, he couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive when he thought of what the nun said.

Last time the bride disappeared inexplicably, but suddenly appeared again, it was like a haunted ghost!

"When I was seventeen, Zijin was already starving for food." Father Wen retorted angrily, "If I haven't conceived by the end of the year, I will bring a few good-bearing girls from the capital back to Jingzhou City. "

Wen Zijin looked at it with flushed cheeks, and wanted to make a move, but her hand was held by Sister Ye, obviously signaling to keep quiet for the time being.

Wen Zijin had no choice but to bury his head in eating, but his heart was in a mess.

Even if you bring a few more women back, it is impossible to have children.

Wen Zijin had no taste for this meal until the two of them went back to the inner room.

"Hey..." Wen Zijin held Sister Ye's hand, tilted his head and glanced secretly, and muttered, "What should I do?"

Ye Ran raised his hand to caress the girl's slightly frowning brows, "Don't be afraid."

The girl's cheek was pressed against Ye Ran's palm, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked very cute.

Child, it is actually not difficult for Ye Ran.

"Zijin, do you like children?"

The girl in front of her was slightly stunned, then she stretched out her arms to embrace Ye Ran relyingly, resting her chin on Ye Ran and responded, "Is elder sister Ye joking with Zijin?"

Ye Ran caressed the girl's cheek with her fingertips, lowered her head and kissed the tight lips and smiled slightly: "I am talking about serious business."

The girl blinked her eyes slightly, she seemed to be looking at it in surprise, she probably finally came to her senses, and asked with a flushed face, "Could it be that two women can have children?"

What Ye Ran said didn't know how to reply.

"Stupid." Ye Ran poked the girl's brow lightly with her fingertips, and naturally knew her simple and straightforward thoughts, "I'm talking about fake pregnancy."

The girl tilted her head back and responded, "Sister Ye, do you want to hide the truth?"

"It doesn't have to be so complicated, as long as you can fool your father."

After all, Ye Ran didn't want to really let other women get along with the young girl.

"But where will the child come from?" The girl's bright eyes were full of confusion, and even looked forward to it.

Ye Ran looked away helplessly and said, "Naturally, the child is adopted elsewhere."

The girl nodded, and said regretfully, "Sister Ye is so good-looking, so that child must be very cute."

Even if the problem is Ye Ran, the female python alone cannot give birth to a child.

Of course, Ye Ran didn't want to explain this topic to the girl, lest the girl be too curious and ask too carefully, and Ye Ran would not know what to do.

"Zijin, do you like children very much?" I have never heard a girl mention it before, and this is the first time Ye Ran has seen a girl like this.

Ye Ran has been celibate in the human world for tens of thousands of years. Seeing how warm and cold people are, he naturally knows that human beings care about their offspring.

The girl nodded and said, "Sister Ye's child must be very cute."

Why do girls care so much about their children?

Or is it just because you care about yourself?

"Zijin's child will be cuter." Ye Ran tapped the girl's nose with her fingertips and said with a smile.

The girl would blink her eyes every time, she looked very cute.

It was probably because the girl was shy, so she finally stopped discussing about the child, and instead went to take a bath in the inner room.

When Ye Ran came out of the bath, the girl walked over with a handkerchief in her hand, full of expectation.

"I thought you fell asleep a long time ago." The girl has been too busy these days, and every night when Ye Ran comes out of the bath, she has already fallen asleep.

The girl bent her eyebrows and smiled, carefully held Ye Ran's long hair scattered behind her and said, "I'm not sleepy today."

Ye Ran sat in front of the dressing table, watched the girl's patient movements through the bronze mirror, held the wooden comb between her fingers and hesitated: "Your sunflower water will come in a few days, right?"

"En." The girl didn't think much about the meaning of Ye Ran's words, but carefully calculated the date, "Probably less than five days away."

Ye Ran, who hadn't been intimate for a long time, felt a little hopeful in her heart, it can be seen that the girl didn't have the slightest thought about it, so she had to keep her mouth shut for a while.

After combing, the two lay on the bed, Ye Ran touched the girl's hand lightly with her fingertips, and then slowly clasped it tightly.

"Sister Ye can't sleep?" The girl poked her head and looked at her with a bright smile.

"Hmm." The cicadas outside the window squeaked non-stop, and the girl's face illuminated by the dim candlelight was extraordinarily smooth and fair, especially the slightly open collar, which was particularly intriguing.

But Ye Ran didn't know what the girl was thinking, so he could only stick the girl's hand to his cheek, and lightly pecked the back of the girl's hand.

The girl stared blankly, her cheeks gradually turned red, and she said in a soft voice, "I want..."

Ye Ran's eyes lit up slightly, and the other hand touched the side of the girl's face and said, "Okay."

"But I haven't finished yet?" the girl pursed her lips and said.

"No matter what you think, I will do so."

The girl bowed her head and kissed her, her eyes were full of seriousness and she said, "Maybe you can learn this."

"I'll teach you." Ye Ran looked at the girl who seemed to be doing homework with a smile in her eyes.

In summer, the clothes were already very thin, Ye Ran held the girl's hand, leaned over and took the initiative.

The girl suddenly froze and said, "Well, sister Ye, can I be on top?"

Ye Ran looked at the girl hesitantly, then lay down slowly, thinking that since she wanted it so much, she should be satisfied.

"You are too far away." Ye Ran sat up slightly, stretched her arms to get closer, "Don't be afraid."

"Hmm." The girl blinked nervously, and most of them were pulled into her arms.

The candlelight swayed slightly, reflecting the figure outside the red gauze tent, which seemed to be tangled like green vines.

The chirping of cicadas outside the window covered the occasional whispers in the inner room, but it couldn't resist the girl's surprised cry.

When Ye Ran was drowning, he had no choice but to hug the girl and comfort him: "Don't be afraid, I'm fine."

This intimacy is really not comfortable for Ye Ran.

It was still gray outside the window, and the candles in the inner room had been burned out. Most of the girl was lying in Ye Ran's arms, and there was still a clear light blue in her eyes.

There are still some water basins and handkerchiefs beside the bed, so it can be seen how flustered they were last night.

Most of the thin blanket fell to the ground, and Ye Ran's stretched slender arms pulled the thin blanket to cover the girl in her arms again.

The two people's long hair intertwined and scattered, Ye Ran passed through the ink-like long hair thinly with his fingertips, reluctant to move away greedily, he lowered his head and kissed the long hair wrapped around his fingertips.

The face that was always calm in the past is now full of blush, and the thin lips are tightened and loosened. After repeated times, the corners of the lips can't help but rise.

Ye Ran couldn't help laughing at the girl's stupid reaction in his mind, and the clumsy and careful care of her.

What a nerd.

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