Marriage on behalf of others is risky, so you need to be cautious the second time

It has to be said that An Ge's intuition is still very accurate, because it is his missing "heart" who greets him in the study.The whole package was wrapped in waxy-yellow sackcloth, and there was not a single bead missing.

"What else can I say?"

He rubbed the corners of his clothes to the sweaty housekeeper and Fang Yi, who was prosecuting his master, and said:

"Well, then I sold some small things, but it's useless for you to leave it alone, right? Silver needs to be spent to be called silver, and if it is not spent, it can only be called silver lumps. Then I will turn silver lumps into silver, isn't it big?" Is it a good thing?"

In terms of dialectical right and wrong, An Ge has never lost since he was born.

Fang Yi didn't feel sorry for these things, but was angry that An Ge would always lie to him without a word of truth, so his eyebrows twitched suddenly, and said:

"So, should the Marquis thank you?"

An Ge waved his hand generously, "That's no need, which of us is with whom, why are you polite?"

"Little Yasha!"

Fang Yi scolded angrily.

An Ge was shocked by the yelling, and the righteous man immediately gave up. After all, it was indeed his mistake. He stole something from others and sold it for silver. If he was stolen, it must be 1. angry.

So pouted, "Okay, okay, I'm wrong..."

This is the first time he has apologized since he was sensible, ignorant monkey, be content!

"Since you like money, this Marquis will settle the accounts for you."

"what?"

Fang Yi glanced at him lightly, "How much did you sell those things for in total?"

"Not much, not much, just a little more than 100 taels (a little bit = 98 taels)." An Ge sandwiched his index finger and thumb, leaving a thin seam of sewing thread in the middle.

Look, look, it's not too much, it's definitely not worth mentioning in the eyes of you Monkey King, so just don't care about it.

"Okay, let's say you are more capable, and I will give you 200 taels. After I found out that you were acting suspiciously, I asked the housekeeper to buy them back one by one. Do you know how much money it cost me?"

An Ge glanced at the pile of bills in his hand, and couldn't help swallowing, "Many, how much?"

Fang Yi stared at him expressionlessly, and said:

"Ninety-five thousand taels."

"What!"

An Ge exclaimed, his jaw was about to hit the ground—isn't that the big money he thought he was making, but in fact he didn't even have a fraction of his own value?

First, he was stunned: "Are these things so valuable!"

Then he reneged, "Anyway, I've spent all the money I sold, so it's impossible for me to take it out."

Finally, he was indignant, "You monkey mansion is so rich, why don't you help the people?"

Although Fang Yi was furious, he had been vigorous and resolute for many years, and his reason was still there.Seeing that An Ge changed his face several times in an instant, and was jumping around in a rude manner, he was afraid that the housekeeper would notice something strange, so he waved his hands to make the servants retreat.

Then come to interrogate this ignorant man alone!

An Ge grabbed the corner of his clothes and looked around in fear—damn it, even the windows are closed!Doesn't this mean that no one found out that he died?

Moreover, the Monkey Mansion is so big that no one will notice if it is buried anywhere. Maybe it can be used as fertilizer and buried in the soil to grow flowers.

An Ge deeply felt that his situation was precarious, so he squeezed out a flattering smile tremblingly, and said:

"Well, brother monkey, you won't... want to kill me?"

On the night when An Ge was arrested, Fu Ling was always restless. When she went to the courtyard and saw four big pits in the south, east, and north, she realized that something serious had happened, so she rushed to Fang Yi's study in a hurry.

The house was brightly lit, but Jiang Zhongyuan stood guard outside the door to prevent anyone from entering, but she was so anxious that she could only wait outside the door with a heart hanging.

All night long, intermittently, she heard the sound of pain coming from inside the house.

"Brother Monkey, I was wrong, you can punish me however you want, why don't you do this..."

"Well, what crime did I do in my previous life!"

"Brother Monkey...can I rest for a while, it's really sore, I can't even lift my fingers..."

"Brother Monkey, I have an idea. Hit me. That big stick will hit me just like last time. No, it doesn't matter if it's worse than last time. I promise I won't yell, uh—"

"Ah... I can't do it, I really can't do it..."

In Fu Ling's heart, An Ge is the kind of person who can laugh and laugh even when the sky is falling. What happened now to make this fearless person cry?

And it was such a painful cry that it scared away all the swallows under the eaves.

At this time, An Ge was indeed in great pain as Fu Ling thought.

He slumped on the ground, lying on the low table almost powerlessly, his right hand was already shaking into a sieve, copying the house rules stroke by stroke.

For An Ge, who has never held a pen and hates literature, this is a more terrible punishment than going to hell. Even though he has all the strength, he just can't write a normal character with the soft nib.

A neat strip of letter paper could have written fifty crosses, but he couldn't even fit a "home" in it, and...he didn't know how to pronounce the word.

"Brother Monkey..." An Ge's voice was already hoarse, and he looked at Fang Yi who was not far away with grievances, and said bitterly, "This paper is too small to fit."

Fang Yi was reading the book without raising his head, "Family rules have a total of 420 characters. You have to write them ten times, which means 230 characters. Now you have 220 characters left. If you continue half-heartedly, write until I can't finish writing at 80 years old."

An Ge suddenly felt unrequited love, "But I really don't know how to write..."

Damn An Ruyi, don't let me see you again!

Fang Yi sighed softly, put down the scroll, walked over to him and sat down, helped his hand holding the pen to correct his posture, "The pen is not a chopstick, so you can't use too much force. The so-called 'make the space wide', if you want to write Good words, you must keep your palms empty."

An Ge couldn't understand such polite words, even though the strength and angle of his fingers had been corrected, he was still confused, so he asked, "What, what do you mean?"

It is rare for Fang Yi to be so patient, probably because he discovered what Little Yasha was really afraid of, which made him feel a lot lighter, so he patiently explained:

"Just imagine holding an egg in your palm."

"Oh——" An Ge suddenly realized, admiring his intelligence and wit.

After Fang Yi corrected him, he didn't leave immediately. Instead, he spread out a brand new piece of rice paper and taught him how to write.

An Ge was startled. Although the palm was broad and strong, it was the first time he "held hands" with someone, and the person whose skin was thicker than the corner of the city wall was a little embarrassed—after all, he had been knocked out by kissing someone before.

He sneaked a glance at the person beside him, and felt that the serious look of this person seemed to be more handsome than before.Especially those deep eyes, just like the pool of water he found in a deep mountain, although it is still, it contains boundless beauty and wisdom.

Take another sneak peek, how come the lips are so beautiful!

Another glance.

Take another look.

One more look.

He promises, this is the last look...

An Ge didn't care how many words he wrote, anyway, every time he turned his head, he could find surprises—as expected, the appearance that was sought after by so many young girls was not for nothing...

However, this sentence from the bottom of my heart was interrupted by a cold voice:

"Look at it ten more times."

Fuck your grandpa's stinky monkey!

The good looks of a fairy in the sky were ruined by the damn voice!

But... when he is not talking, there are really 1 people to watch... He might as well just be magnanimous and forget about the nasty voice!

After two sticks of incense, the family rules were written down on the paper. Although they were not as neat and correct as the copybooks in the Four Treasures, the handwriting was elegant and very personal.

Even though An Ge was illiterate, he knew that this was the brushwork accumulated over the years, and it couldn't be written by just any ordinary person.

So the sycophant got up, picked up the heavy rice paper, and praised it:

"Hey, why don't people say that you need to study, and you can sell a lot of money just by handwriting?"

It is true that An Ge is an extremely superficial person. The only criterion for evaluating the quality of something is "money". If you can hear judgments such as "can sell for a lot of money" from him, it is a first-class One for sure.

Fang Yi, who had figured out his routine, was barely satisfied with this evaluation, "Well, keep writing."

He got up to leave, but An Ge pulled him back violently.

I saw someone who thought he had cancer in his hand grabbed his hand seriously, and said distressedly: "They are all fleshy, why do you write so beautifully?"

He looked at Fang Yi's palm over and over again, wishing he could see through a hole.

In the end, he stretched out his hand to compare with him.

From the heel of the palm to the palm, and then to the fingers with sharp joints, he felt a little strange. This person is obviously pampered, but the calluses on the palm of his hand are thicker than his. The fingers are golden like that."

The feeling of touching the palms is completely different from holding a pen. Although the palms and the backs of the hands are full of flesh, the flesh of the palms is much more delicate and sensitive than the backs of the hands.

Fang Yi, who has always been calm and calm, felt like being scratched by a cat's paw.

Before this absurd illusion became more intense, he suddenly withdrew his hand and said coldly:

"You have time to worry about this, why not use it to copy the house rules."

An Ge pursed his lips, and took the pen again with great reluctance.

Fang Yi glanced at him inexplicably, and felt that this guy was weird, especially the way he was stained by ink and didn't know it, it was really weird.Compared with other people, he is obviously nothing special, and even very shameless, but it always disturbs his peaceful thoughts.

Fang Yi thought this was unbelievable, and after thinking hard for a long time, he attributed these abnormalities to An Ge's Xishi curse.

"Well, the cursed person is really different from others."

He thought so.

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We, Ange, are most afraid of writing...