When the carriage crossed the street and headed back towards Su Mansion, the night market outside the curtain was still lively. Su Tan'er sat on the seat on the inner side of the carriage, bowed her head and sorted out some paper documents and the like, and the small wooden box for the documents was placed next to it. The girl's posture of sitting side by side looked elegant and delicate. Of course, compared to the three little girls, she looked much more mature. People who were used to giving orders had their own temperament. While arranging, she was also talking to Ning Yi.
"... In this case, I still have to go to grandpa's place to ask for a treat tomorrow morning, and my concubine will not go out. If my husband's husband, please come back as soon as possible after exercising tomorrow morning... By the way, the food prepared in the kitchen tomorrow morning is my husband's favorite food. Powder skin…”
In Shangyuan today, I actually had a conversation with the old lady tonight, but with this "Sapphire Case" matter, I probably have to see him again tomorrow. After Su Tan'er finished speaking, she couldn't help laughing again.
"Xianggong is so unexpected every time, it's too scary."
After getting a preliminary understanding with Ning Yi for more than a month, she naturally stopped looking at Ning Yi with her previous eyes, but tonight's poem was beyond her expectations, and she was stunned for a while when she first read it. Thinking about where the bottom line of this eccentric husband's skills lies. However, after meeting with Ning Yi, he didn't appear surprised at all. At this time, he spoke softly while sorting out the documents, with a calm attitude. Of course, these small actions of quietly arranging things instead of looking at Ning Yi are also her small ways to try not to let herself have too many mood swings.
After returning all the way back to the Su Mansion and passing through the courtyards, Su Tan'er had to go to her father's side, probably to negotiate some things with people at night, so she turned her head and said to Ning Yi, "Xianggong is at this time. Haven't slept yet?"
Ning Yi nodded, Su Tan'er smiled and said, "I'll be back later, I have something for my husband."
"what?"
Su Tan'er blinked: "Sell it out."
There are probably not many things to talk to Su Boyong. After a while, Ning Yi, who was standing in the corridor on the second floor, was able to see Su Taner and his party coming out of the yard with lanterns from a distance. At a distance, the figures appear small, and the light of the lantern occasionally disappears behind the low-walled tree, and then reappears from the corner. The more lively one is probably the side door a little east. At midnight, the horses and horses all came back from there, and the lights converged there, and then moved to various parts of the Su Mansion.
The small courtyard was still as quiet as before, the big room was not crowded, and the area was not lively. After a while, Su Tan'er and the three girls also returned, and light footsteps sounded below.
Xiaochan ran downstairs with a whimper, looked up to see Ning Yi, made a bun face with squinted eyes, and ran into the small room to boil hot water. Su Tan'er, who came upstairs, carried a burden in her hand, walked gently to the side of the pillar, and pressed the burden on the railing.
"The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back... The man was in the dim light..." She said in a low voice but slowly, and after a while, she glanced at Ning Yi before laughing, "Xiaochan said that Xianggong is looking for a powerful man. Female Assassin."
"Yeah, it's a pity that I lost it."
"Why is Xianggong still writing in the dim light?"
Ning Yi shrugged: "Is there any way. Words can only be written like this... It's hard to write anything. When I look back, the person is gone, and it doesn't rhyme." He was actually quite sorry that the female assassin ran away.
Su Tan'er covered her mouth lightly, lying on the burden and couldn't stop laughing, and then said, "Sometimes I have a vague feeling when I hear the story of the husband, does the husband really yearn for those things of the green forest?"
"I don't want to be a knight, I'm just interested in things like qigong and internal power." Ning Yi didn't hide it, shook his head, and then pointed downstairs, "You can jump from the bottom to the top, and then a She can punch through a wall. I heard that someone can do this, so I found it interesting. I saw the female assassin with Xiaochan today, and she was also very powerful. She must have such a skill. "
Su Tan'er nodded: "I have heard about it. It's just that when I went to other places in the past few years, I was accompanied by Geng Huyuan and the others. I occasionally heard about some strong men in the green forest, but I didn't say much about it. It's really a murderer arrested by the government. In fact, they are just three big and five rough men. They rely on brute force and ruthlessness. There are also some Tianshi Daotong and the like, but they use some talisman tricks to deceive people. It's been a while, so I don't believe it. It's really rare to say that internal skills and real power are like immortals after practicing. Moreover, I heard that you have to practice from a young age, and it takes more than ten years to build meritorious deeds. Xianggong has now found it, I'm afraid it's too late..."
After talking about it, she laughed again, looking at Ning Yi's expression and gloating a little. She doesn't believe in hearsay. If there is a chance, she will only give up if she has a chance to confirm it, and her husband obviously won't listen to it and give up. As for the associations that searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, it was just the association that Xianggong was looking for at that time, and he was so excited that he no longer cared, and turned the topic to other things.
"I also heard from Xiaochan just now that Xianggong was in the old rain building. Besides Xue Jin, Uncle Chonghua was also there? Did he tell Xianggong not to reject him and show his talents?"
What kind of character Su Tan'er is, as soon as Xiaochan mentioned the scene at that time, she naturally understood Su Chonghua's mind. At this time, she got the answer from Ning Yi's smile, but she turned her head and smiled helplessly, then turned her head and said: "Xiang Gong thoughts?"
"Um?"
"If Xianggong is not interested in that small academy, concubine will talk to Uncle Chonghua tomorrow." Su Tan'er smiled, "If Xianggong likes that small academy, concubine will talk to grandpa tomorrow."
The head of the Yushan Academy is Su Chonghua, but in fact, it has always been managed invisibly by the second uncle Su Zhongkan. His status in the Su family is relatively detached, but most people still think that it is a place with a little more than two bedrooms. In the past, Su Tan'er would never ask Ning Yi about this, but if Ning Yi was really interested at this time, she would be sure to work with Ning Yi to get this place from her grandfather. Ning Yi smiled and shook his head: "Just teach some books, I can't stand the trouble. You know that I don't like invitations and entertainment."
Su Tan'er nodded: "I talked to Uncle Chonghua over there... In fact, although Uncle Chonghua is not good at teaching children, he is still very good at handling things. It's for my husband..."
After speaking, he handed Ning Yi the burden he brought.
"what?"
"Some clothes and shoes."
After Su Tan'er finished speaking, she turned around and went downstairs with a smile. Ning Yi looked at it: "Oh."
He went downstairs with the bag and opened it on the table. It was indeed some clothes, shoes and socks. He picked it up and took a look. Xiaochan knocked on the door outside, and then held a wooden basin filled with hot water. He sneaked in and closed the door again: "Uncle has washed his face. Ah, did Miss bring you the clothes?"
"Yeah." Ning Yi walked over to wash his face, and Xiaochan poked his back with her fingers: "Uncle, uncle, did the miss mention the female assassin to you?"
"What did you tell the lady?"
"Ah? No?"
Ning Yi washed his face and turned his head. Seeing Xiaochan's secretly anxious look, he smiled: "I said, what are you thinking about?"
"Uncle, what do you think, if Miss doesn't tell you, doesn't it mean Miss takes this matter to heart, then Xiaochan shouldn't have said it." Xiaochan breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, " But Xiaochan has long known that Miss is not such a temperament... But next time, uncle, don't write such misunderstood words. Xiaochan hesitated for a long time just now. Explain that the uncle has nothing to do with the female assassin, and the words should not refer to her. If you explain it, the lady will think more, but what if you don't explain the lady and think about the past, and then... ah... "
The little girl was beside her so tangled and chirped, Ning Yi couldn't help but flick her forehead with a smile: "You just think too much."
Xiaochan covered her forehead: "That's right, when you're a maid, you have to think about every aspect. Xiaochan is very smart, hehe..." Tonight, the little girl was worried that Ning Yi would run to find the female assassin and get injured, and then she was worried about her injuries. Whether to say or not to talk about this matter has been tangled all the way. After talking about it, I started to struggle with the relationship between Ning Yi and Su Tan'er. At this time, I finally felt relieved, boasted a little, and asked again, "Have you tried the clothes? "
"No, try it tomorrow."
"No, this is all done by the young lady for my uncle."
"Huh?" Ning Yi froze, looking at the clothes, "The fabric seems to have been seen a few months ago..."
"Miss started doing it a few months ago." Xiaochan unfolded the gown and compared it to Ning Yi, "The new fabric in June last year, Xiaochan even measured the size for my uncle at that time, because the lady said that every year I have to make two sets of shirts for my uncle, but the young lady is often busy with work, and she does not do it fast, intermittently. She originally said that she would give it to her uncle in the new year, but the lining changed a few days ago, and it is Shangyuan..."
"I've made two or three sets." Ning Yi pointed to the wardrobe next to him.
"It was made by Zhiniang in the house. One set was made by Xiaochan, Juan'er, and Sister Xing'er. This set was made by the lady herself... By the way, my lord, sit down and try on the shoes."
Ning Yi smiled, looked at the robe, Xiaochan squatted there to change his shoes, and whispered, "Uncle... Will the uncle always remember that the young lady left on the wedding day?"
Ning Yi looked at her: "What are you thinking about?"
"No, in fact, Xiaochan thinks that Miss is very good, although... Although it was a little bad for Uncle to leave that time, but she didn't know what kind of person you were at that time. June She was very busy at the time, although it was like that, after thinking about it, she also decided to make clothes for the uncle, because it is a family. She said that since she is already the wife of the uncle, she sews two sets of clothes for the uncle every year. Yes, in fact, Miss's needlework is not very good, and sisters Juan'er and Xing'er's Nvhong is not very good either. In some parts of my uncle's clothes, we hired Zhiniang as an OEM. But Miss did not. Sometimes she pretends to be careless and talks to Zhiniang in the house and the store, and then asks for some tips, because the lady doesn't want people to gossip, Juaner and Sister Xing'er are very interesting to talk about. It took more than half a year to do these things well…”
Ning Yi laughed, looked at the clothes, and then looked at Xiao Chan who was squatting there for a while, then stretched out her hand and messed up her hair angrily: "You just keep saying nice things about your lady in front of me..."
This time Xiaochan didn't hide, raised her head and smiled cutely and confidently: "Because the lady is really nice."
"I know, I know… "
"I'll help my uncle put away the clothes."
It was late at night, and after a while, Xiaochan also left the room, and Ning Yi read a few pages in the room. When he got up and opened the window, the lights were still on in the window of the room opposite. Su Taner was burying his head in sorting out the receipts and books, writing something. The shadow was projected from the window, focused and serious. At the end of the year, it is the busiest time for merchants, and this situation will probably continue for a while...