At night, Wen Ning and Ye Jianwen lay on the bed.

Ye Jianwen couldn't sleep for a long time, today's Wen Ning, who understands poetry, calligraphy, superb cooking, seems to speak more delicately than before, and knows how to help his niece work, it seems to be a different person.

Ye Jianwen couldn't help but compare Wen Ning with the scholarly lady in his heart, those daughters have, and now Wen Ning seems to have it, Wen Ning herself is naturally beautiful and good-looking, she used to have a little less bookish taste, full of the rude behavior of a village woman, Ye Jianwen, who is full of poetry and books, doesn't like that kind of woman, but now Wen Ning has a new look, and there is a mysterious and intoxicating charm on her body, Ye Jianwen seems to be moved.

Ye Jianwen turned over, he wanted to hug Wen Ning, but he retreated, he and Wen Ning have always been only husband and wife in name, and have never had intimate contact. Ye Jianwen, who was rendered by Confucian benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith, was not bold in this regard, he took a deep breath in a row, calmed his emotions, and calmed his impulses.

Wen Ning lay on the bed and never fell asleep, her perception was very subtle, and she found that Ye Jianwen's breathing had just become much heavier, indicating that Ye Jianwen's mood fluctuated. Wen Ning's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate, after all, it was the first time she was lying in the same bed with a man, she knew that Ye Jianwen was not asleep yet, she was worried that Ye Jianwen would cross the bottom line, and she didn't know how to deal with it when the time came.

"You...... Cold or not? Ye Jianwen suddenly asked.

"It's not cold."

Wen Ning moved the quilt towards Ye Jianwen.

"There's still a quilt in the cupboard, I'll get it up."

Wen Ning had just sat up from the bed, and before she could get out of bed, she suddenly leaned over and was pulled back to the bed by Ye Jianwen.

Before Wen Ning could react, Ye Jianwen's arm wrapped around Wen Ning's waist and took Wen Ning into his arms.

The air seemed to freeze, and both of them held their breath, and in the small space, only the sound of heartbeat remained.

After a long time, Ye Jianwen whispered in Wen Ning's ear, "Sleep, it's not cold." ”

"Hmm."

This night, Ye Jianwen just quietly hugged Wen Ning, and did not make any other moves.

The next day, after breakfast in the morning, Ye Jianwen set off to return to the county seat, he was bent on gaining fame, and his whole family supported him.

After Ye Jianwen returned to the county seat, Wen Ning felt that she and Ye Jianwen had been separated from each other for a long time, and it was difficult to establish a relationship, and she was not inexplicably widowed?

Wen Ning sighed, and could only hope that Ye Jianwen would be able to move as soon as possible.

After Ye Jianwen left, the life of the Ye family returned to its original state.

Wen Ning continued to study her embroidery, getting up early every day, greedy for darkness, struggling for two days in a row, because this is embroidering a poem, the amount of work is not large, and the first work was quickly and successfully completed.

After embroidering the silk scarf, the next step is to sell it, and it is not enough to sell it until it is money.

Only in the town is there a fabric shop, Wen Ning is worried about whether her silk scarf can be sold at a good price along the way, if it can't be sold at a good price, she will be busy in vain.

After walking for an hour, from the Ye family to the town's cloth shop embroidery weaving workshop is the largest embroidery workshop in the town, although there are all kinds of embroidery samples in it, but only the first floor is full of exquisite embroidery products on display, any woman can't help but look at it twice.

The owner of the embroidery and weaving workshop was a middle-aged man, and when he saw Wen Ning entering the store, he immediately greeted him with a smile and asked, "Girl, what are you going to buy?" ”

Wen Ning took out the silk scarf she had embroidered and asked, "Boss, I embroidered a silk scarf here, I don't know how much I can sell it for you?" ”

"Huh? Silk scarves? The boss took the silk scarf in Wen Ning's hand and unfolded it to look at it carefully.

The boss's face went from contemplation to aftertaste, and then turned into surprise in a blink of an eye, "Yun wants clothes, flowers and flowers, good poetry, good poetry, girl, dare to ask who did this good sentence?" ”

Wen Ning smiled, "Naturally, I did it." ”

"Boss, how much can I sell for this silk scarf?"

"The poem is a good poem, this word seems to be a book, and it is also good, but the small shop does not dare to give too high a price, fifty yuan, do you think it is okay?"

"Fifty cents?" Wen Ning was frightened, this price was already beyond her budget, and fifty yuan was already sky-high for her current status as a poor person.

"No matter how high the price is, the small store won't dare to give it, and I hope you will forgive me."

"No, no, fifty cents is fine."

"Okay." Without saying a word, the boss took out fifty yuan from the drawer under the counter and handed it to Wen Ning.

After Wen Ning left, the boss immediately shouted into the house, "it, come out quickly." ”

A chubby woman walked out of the house, and the chubby woman asked dissatisfiedly, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Quick, take a high-quality incense box, wrap this silk scarf, and then take it to the store in the county seat of the city to sell it."

"It's just a silk scarf, why do you need to wrap it in an incense box?"

"It's worth a lot of money, at least a tael of silver."

"You're crazy, aren't you? A silk scarf is worth a tael? If you open a fabric shop, you can only earn a dozen or twenty taels a year. ”

"You don't understand this, there are many rich people in the city, and some of those rich daughters are silver, and one or two silver is just a trivial matter."

"But people won't spend so much money on a silk scarf, right?"

"They are rich daughters who like these things that can reflect their scholarly temperament." The boss closed his eyes intoxicatedly, "Yun wants clothes, flowers and flowers, what a good verse, it's a woman who likes it, they definitely like this." ”