After Fan Jin returned to his room, he lifted his sleeve to take a look at the blister, endured the pain and punctured it with a silver needle, and a stream of yellow thick water immediately flowed out. She dipped the thick water with a handkerchief, and then rubbed it twice as if she were self-harming.

The pain made her gasp.

When Mei Zhi came in, she happened to see her ravaging the wound, and she was so frightened that she said loudly: "Girl, don't touch the wound, but you have to leave a scar." ”

While speaking, she hurriedly found the gold sore medicine and planned to apply it to her, but was stopped by Fan Jin. Mei Zhi didn't dare to disobey her orders, so she could only watch anxiously.

Mei Zhi didn't know that Fan Jin was doing this to leave a scar, she had been busy for Ling Jiming in the past few days, she had to let him know how much she had suffered and how many sins she had suffered for him, otherwise her thoughts would be in vain.

Fortunately, Ling Jiming was not a hard-hearted person, and when she exposed her wrist, she saw shock and pity in his eyes as she wished. Next, as long as she used the burn to plan well, she believed that this person would soon be subdued by her.

Fan Jin was right, Ling Jiming felt guilty and distressed after learning that she was burned in order to boil medicine for her, and went to buy ointment and send it.

After Fan Jin accepted the ointment, he thanked him with a smile, and then was a little frustrated: "I just hope that the ointment I used will be effective, and it will be good not to leave a scar." ”

"Even if this ointment doesn't work, I'll find a better ointment for you." Ling Jiming hurriedly comforted her.

Hearing his words, Fan Jin suddenly raised his head and asked him, "Erlang, what if I really have a scar and no one wants to marry me?" ”

Ling Jiming was stunned, and didn't seem to have thought in this direction.

Fan Jin sighed and laughed at herself: "I shouldn't have asked you this question, after all, I burned it myself, and you have no responsibility to be responsible for me." ”

She looks like a bright and moving type, she likes to wear bright and bright dresses such as silver red and apricot yellow on weekdays, but today she wears a moon-white turtleneck orchid embroidered jacket with a ring of shallow white hair on the collar, especially now the eyebrows are frowning, which is even more charming and weak.

Ling Jiming suddenly blurted out: "If there is a scar, I am willing to be responsible." ”

Fan Jin looked at him with wide eyes, as if he was a little incredulous. Ling Jiming hurriedly said: "Miss Fan, you burned my wrist by boiling medicine for me, I can't be an ungrateful person." ”

"But you're already married, so how can you be responsible for me?"

"I... I..." Facing Fan Jin's question, Ling Jiming didn't know how to answer, but when she was embarrassed, she said: "Forget it, I don't need you to be responsible." ”

Ling Jiming's heart was bitter, he was silent for a while, and finally said: "Miss Fan, if you want, I can recognize you as a righteous sister, and help you find a husband who loves you in the future, if he dares to dislike you for having a scar on your hand, I will teach him a good lesson for you." ”

Hearing this, Fan Jin was stunned, this was not in line with her expectations at all, she wanted Ling Jiming to be her husband, not some brother-in-law.

At this time, she didn't want to pretend to be weak anymore, she glared at Ling Jiming with angry eyebrows, and said loudly: "Ling Erlang, you obviously know that I like you, but you want to push me to other men, do you just want to marry me so much?" ”

He wanted to argue: "I... I'm not..."

Fan Jin interrupted him and said: "I don't care, I want you to be responsible for me, I don't want to be your sister-in-law, I want to be your wife, if you don't agree to marry me, I will never marry for the rest of my life, and I will guard you for the rest of my life." ”

She became very emotional, and she actually started crying as she spoke.

Ling Jiming didn't expect things to get more and more complicated, and he was suddenly a little at a loss. Fan Jin's cry fell on his ears, and he felt as if someone had slashed him in the heart, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Don't cry." He said dryly and comfortingly.

Fan Jin cried more and more fiercely, Ling Jiming sighed, took out a handkerchief from his arms and gently wiped away her tears, sensing his movements, Fan Jin suddenly threw himself into his arms.

Ling Jiming's body stiffened, the hand holding the handkerchief paused in mid-air, Fan Jin hugged him tightly, buried his head in his chest, he seemed to smell the faint fragrance on her body, it was this fragrance that made him can't help but mess up.

Taking a deep breath, he gently put his hand on her back, Ling Jiming's response made Fan Jin overjoyed, and the hand around his waist increased a little harder.

In the following days, Fan Jin stepped up her tender offensive against Ling Jiming, as long as Ling Jiming was there, she always appeared rain or shine, even if he went to the county school, she would take the peach branch outside and wait for him to get out of school, so on a snowy winter night, she and he took the winter snow as an alliance and handed each other over.

……

Seeing that the weather was getting colder and colder, Wen couldn't help but worry about her son, who was alone in Yucheng County, so she packed two newly made cotton clothes and some food, and planned to send Father Ling to Yucheng County.

Who knew that when Father Ling was about to set off, she thought about it and decided to go with her, and the couple hired an ox cart from the village and went to the county in the cold wind. At the beginning, Ling Jiming sent a letter back and said that he rented a house not far from the county school, and after Ling's father and Wen arrived in Yucheng, they finally found their son's residence after asking people.

It's just that there are two courtyards next to the county school, and they don't know which one their son lives in, so after the two looked at each other, they walked to the courtyard on the left and knocked on the door.

After knocking a few times, I only heard someone inside saying, "Coming, coming." ”

Immediately, the courtyard door was opened, and there was a middle-aged woman with a round waist and thick arms standing inside, staring at Wen and Father Ling suspiciously with a pair of big copper bells, and asked unceremoniously: "Who are you, what are you knocking on?" ”

Wen thought she was the landlord who rented the house to her son, so she snorted at her and said with a smile: "Sister, I'm here to find my son." ””

The middle-aged woman looked Wen and Father Ling up and down, and then began to drive people away with an expressionless face, "I want to find someone to find someone else, there is no son here." ”

After saying that, the door closed with a "bang".

The couple carried a big burden and ate a closed-door meal, since their son was selected for Xiucai, and then for the lifter, Wen had not been angry outside, so angry that she almost scolded. Father Ling persuaded her and said, "Just bear with it, this county is not like Xiaohe Village, don't embarrass your son outside." ”

Wen couldn't help it, she asked Father Ling: "Father, where do you say our son lives, this letter is not clearly written, where are you going to find someone?" ”

Father Ling was also at a loss, and he knew that he should have asked when he replied to the letter. Just as the couple was about to knock on the door next door, the door suddenly opened, and a girl wearing a silver-red collared jacket came out.

Seeing this, Wen hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Girl, but there is a person named Ling Jiming who lives here?" ”

The girl frowned when she heard this, and instead of answering, she asked, "Who are you, and what are you looking for him?" ”

When Wen heard this, it seemed that it was this one, and hurriedly smiled and said, "That's my son, his father and I are here to deliver something to him, please ask the girl to take us in to meet someone." ”

The girl carefully looked at the old couple in front of her a few times, and did not say that she wanted to take them in, but only said that she wanted to go in and ask, and let Wen and Father Ling wait outside.

At this time, Ling Jiming was playing with Fan Jin in the study, Fan Jin drew a picture of red plum reflecting snow, and asked Ling Jiming to inscribe a poem on the painting, Ling Jiming also wanted to show off in front of his sweetheart, and after a little contemplation, he wrote a poem "Ode to Cold Plums".

"The cold winter wind is raging, the cold red plum blossoms, the red and white reflect each other, and the beautiful woman steps on the snow."

Fan Jin read it in a whisper, and said with shyness on his face: "Let Erlang compose poems for Hongmei, how did Erlang write me in?" ”

Ling Jiming gently hugged the person into his arms and said softly: "In my heart, Jin'er is better looking than Bai Xue and Hongmei. ”

Fan Jin buried his head in his chest, and his heart was very sweet.

The cold wind was raging outside, but the house was warm. Mei Zhi stood at the door, not daring to knock on the door to disturb the two. After about half a pillar of incense, remembering the Wen family and Father Ling who were still waiting outside, Mei Zhi had the courage to knock on the door.

"Girl, Ling Gongzi, the slave has something to report."

Fan Jin got up from Ling Jiming's arms and said a little unhappily: "Come in." ”

Mei Zhi answered yes, and then pushed the door in, "Girl, there is a middle-aged couple outside who claim to be Ling Gongzi's father, and the slave doesn't know whether it's true or not, so she came back to report it." ”

Ling Jiming hurriedly asked, "What do you see those two people look like?" ”

Mei Zhi briefly described it, and Ling Jiming knew that it was Wen and Ling's father when he heard it, and he said to Fan Jin: "I'll go out and have a look." Then he hurried out.

Fan Jin's face was a little unsightly, and Mei Zhi asked cautiously: "Girl, Ling Gongzi's father and mother are here, do we need to hide?" ”

Fan Jin glanced at her, turned around and sat down on the stool next to her, "Why are you hiding, I just want his father and mother to know that I and Erlang are like-minded, and the Nie family is not worthy of Erlang at all." ”

Mei Zhi flattered: "Our girl is good-looking and has a good family background, and the slave maid thinks that unless Ling Gongzi's father and mother are blind, they can't look down on you." ”

After finishing speaking, he realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, and under Fan Jin's cold gaze, Mei Zhi hurriedly lowered her head and admitted her mistake: "The girl is angry, the slave and maid are talking nonsense when their brains are in the water, please spare the slave and maid this time." ”

Fan Jin didn't make a sound, and Mei Zhi's head was buried lower.

At this time, Ling Jiming led Wen and Father Ling in, and there was a charcoal fire burning in the study, which was much warmer than the other rooms. Wen and Father Ling were obviously frozen, and when they entered the house, they ran towards the stove, so that they ignored Fan Jin's master and servant.

Ling Jiming's face was a little embarrassed, he pulled Fan Jin to his parents and introduced, "Dad, mother, this is Jin'er." ”

Wen and Father Ling looked up at the girl standing with their son, surprise flashed in their eyes, and Wen took the lead in asking, "Erlang, this girl is..."

Ling Jiming was just about to speak when he was interrupted by Fan Jin, "Hello uncle and aunt, my name is Fan Jin, and my father is Fan Jue, the magistrate of Yucheng County." ”

Hearing her say this, Wen and Father Ling finally knew who she was.

Father Ling looked at Ling Jiming, "Erlang, what's going on, how could the daughter of the county magistrate be here?" ”

Ling Jiming glanced at Fan Jin and said, "Dad, Jin'er and I are in love, and I plan to go to Fan's Mansion to propose marriage in the spring of next year." ”

"What?"

"Propose?"

Wen and Father Ling were taken aback by his words, and Father Ling's face sank, "What about Yan Niang?" She's the wife you're marrying. ”

As soon as they heard this, the faces of several people present were a little unsightly, especially Fan Jin, after hearing Yan Niang's name, a mist suddenly accumulated in their eyes.

Ling Jiming couldn't bear to feel wronged by his master, and said, "Dad, I don't like Nie's, the person I like is Jin'er, I will give Nie's a letter of resignation, and then marry Jin'er home." ”

Father Ling was just about to speak, but Wen preemptively said: "Yes, she should have been divorced a long time ago, not to mention her ugliness, she can't even give birth to a son, I don't rarely have such a daughter-in-law." ”

As he spoke, he took Fan Jin's hand and boasted: "My son is a talented person and famous, and he is just right for the daughter of the magistrate." ”

Listening to her words, Fan Jin lowered her head shyly.