Ran Jia is delicate, but her temperament is tough, she is not a person who is greedy for pleasure, in her opinion, to be able to live in harmony, people must know how to be grateful and content. He is just an ordinary family, and his family's income in the future only depends on a hundred acres of tenant rent and his own embroidery money, and the rest is less than one copper plate.

After she had eaten, she began to look at the home where she would live for the rest of her life, the house was not small, the whole set of furniture with maroon paint looked simple and atmospheric, the table was covered with brocade tablecloths, the ground was full of flowers and short pile blankets, and there were more celebrity calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

Ran Jia looked around and walked out with her skirt, the courtyard of the three entrances, one into the five atmospheric inverted rooms, the second into the main courtyard, three rooms in the east and west compartments of the main house, two peach trees and two pomegranate trees were planted in the four corners of the courtyard, and there was a locust tree in the center that exuded a faint fragrance! There is a garden with a pond in the backyard, and then there is a row of covered houses where people live.

At home, she could vaguely hear the hustle and bustle of the city, such a location, such a pattern, such a layout, Ran Jia was in a trance, everything was far beyond her imagination of the future.

"Madam, the master called you over," Feng Xilai said after walking out of the east wing, trotting over to her, and saluting in a proper manner.

Ran Jia pursed her lips tightly, her hand hidden in her wide sleeves was tightly clenched, what he did to her last night made her body still ache faintly. She walked slowly, and saw that the doors and windows of the house were wide open, and her heart calmed down slightly, it was not a bad thing that there were many people in the family, at least he would have some scruples, right?

"You call me?" Ran Jia stood at the door and asked softly.

Ying Jian held the cold sword in his hand, and wiped it with a white muslin in the other hand, he tilted his head slightly, half of his face was bathed in the sun, and half of his face was hidden in the light and shadow, which made him look particularly tall and straight.

"Standing so far away, afraid that I will eat you?" He didn't pause in his hands, and sneered, "Come and sit down and pour me a cup of tea." ”

Ran Jia's little face was flushed, and she couldn't help but think of the time when she gave him fruit in Qinhou's mansion, and poured him tea and put it beside him, while she sat opposite him obediently, separated from him by a wooden table.

He put down the sword in his hand, picked up the teacup and took a sip, his dark eyes locked on her figure, and he didn't say anything but looked at her quietly.

Knowing that he couldn't see it, Ran Jia was uncomfortable, and she asked softly, "What are you looking for me?" ”

"You're not here if it's okay?" His voice was cold and tight, and that tone made her no distinction from the others.

She lowered her head to look at the magnolia on her cuff and shook her head, "No. ”

"I can't see now, I can't do anything," he said lightly, "can Madame help her husband read?" ”

Ran Jia was stunned, she raised her head to look at this man, and felt a little pain in her heart. "What do you want to hear?"

"Whatever, as long as you can make a sound," he continued to feel for the sword in his arms, rubbing it thinly, the cold light reflecting on his slightly pale face and stinging her eyes.

This should be the study, with a spacious bookcase of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and a bookshelves full of books, she stood up and walked over, carefully selecting the books. There are many types of books, she raised her eyebrows slightly, not to mention that Ying Jian is the chief of the guard, Takeo, that is, he is blind at the moment, and the existence of this study is a little abrupt.

However, most of the books here are travelogues, codexes, excerpts and military books, which are both interesting and practical. Maybe this will be her place to spend her time in the future. Moreover, books have always been expensive, and a book cannot be bought without two or three taels of silver, even a manuscript is at least half a tael.

Therefore, these books are a considerable wealth in Ran Jia's eyes. Maybe when she didn't have enough money, she could copy a few copies and let the servants set up a stall next to the scholar who sold calligraphy and paintings, and sell a few taels of silver.

Ran Jia considered that she was reading to him, if it was a military book, she couldn't read the blood in it, and she loved the love excerpts, he was afraid that he didn't like to listen to it, "Why don't I read a travelogue to you?" ”

Ying Jian hummed, and the corners of his lips were wiped out in a very shallow and helpless arc.

Ran Jia chose a student to follow the caravan to the northwest of the Xia Kingdom. The books that can be put on the shelves are all very readable, and Ran Jia feels that this may be ordered by the master, otherwise it is impossible to be so attentive.

She cleared her throat and read in a deliberately low voice.

The author of the book is a very talented man, and he writes wittily and tightly, as if he is dancing to you face to face about the rough desert in the northwest of the Xia Kingdom, the vast grassland, the deep blue sky, the eagle soaring with wings, and the man and girl galloping on horseback. The beauty of all things does not need to be carved in too many words, just like a landscape painting, swaying and molding.

Reading and reading, she indulged in it, and her voice gradually returned to her own delicateness, as the plot unfolded inside, sometimes brisk, sometimes yearning, sometimes obsessed, sometimes nervous.

Ying Jian had already stopped what he was doing, and listened carefully, in fact, he had been practicing martial arts hard since he was a child, and he had never been able to run across the river to do things for his master. He had been there and seen all of what she had recited.

Just a swordsman, a lonely man is difficult to stop and discover the beauty of nature out of boredom, most of his memories are different tastes of wine in various places, and the dedication to collect knick-knacks, looking forward to the beauty to open the brocade box and show a smile.

He could tell her a lot of interesting people and things, and he could desperately remember the amazing beauty of the places he had been, but she always disdained what he had to give.

"The locust flowers outside are blooming, right? I want to eat acacia cakes," he interrupted Ran Jia, who was reading happily, and said coldly.

Ran Jia closed the book and rubbed her eyes, only to find that the sun had risen very high, and her throat was smoky from studying for a long time. "Okay," she said slightly hoarsely.

"Help me over," he raised his arm and said with a faint expression, "You, just say what you do, I can't see it, but my ears still work." ”

He said so, Ran Jia couldn't refuse, so he could only step forward and before she could hesitate how to put her hand, he had already held her accurately, and his ten fingers were tightly clasped.

Her body trembled slightly, full of shyness.

"Hello, go and make a basket of acacia flowers, and at noon Mrs. will cook and eat acacia cakes." He shouted in a slightly raised voice, stood up and walked out side by side with Ran Jia.

Feng Xilai responded, went to find a sharp scythe and pinned it to his waist, spat on his hand, and ran up the tree like a monkey. The two girls and the grandmother each carried a small basket and looked up at the bottom of the acacia branches, and the laughter made the silent yard finally have a little joy.

Ran Jia took a sip of honey water in her other hand, she also became a little interested, and instructed Feng Xi to chop the delicate flower branches. This locust tree is so large that it occupies almost half of the courtyard sky, and in the summer, it must be the best place to cool off.

After picking a basket, a rough mother-in-law took it and rinsed it with water, and then took it out for later use.

The flowering period of acacia flowers is very short, and Ran Jia simply asked Feng Xilai to cut down the flowers, dry them, and soak them in water or steam them to eat.

She knows a lot of things with her hands, and it is not difficult to cling to acacia cakes.

Ying Jian leaned against the kitchen door, listening to her whisper step by step, his eyebrows and eyes gradually dyed with a little tenderness, but there was a bit of an idiot when his eyes were not broken.

After eating, Ying Jian didn't let Ran Jia rest alone, but asked her to play the piano for herself.

Ran Jia has always learned the habit of taking a nap with her master, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, if she doesn't fall asleep for half an hour, she will be drowsy and have no energy all afternoon.

It just so happened that the song she chose was very gentle, and she played it little by little, and the good song was played intermittently by her, but her head was dizzy and didn't realize it.

"Bang," Ying Key's teacup slammed down on the table.

Ran Jia immediately sat up straight, the sleepy insects were frightened away, she was much more awake, with a look on her face, "I'm sorry, I, I have a habit of napping." ”

"Huh, really? I thought Ran Jia was impatient to deal with me as a blind man," he sneered.

"Answer," she pursed her lips, "I don't feel impatient. ”

"But you are resisting me all over, in the past, when my eyes were good, you were disdainful of me, but now you are forced by your master to marry me. Do you feel like the sky is falling? ”

"Ying Key, I'm not as unbearable as you think," she couldn't help but retort, "Yes, I was forced to marry, but I was also ready to treat you as a wife." I don't know how other couples get along, and I'm willing to learn to be a wife who satisfies you.

We're married, and I'm well aware of that, so you don't have to stress it over and over again.

Instead of awkward relationships between us, let's be clear at the beginning about what we want each other to look like, okay? ”

Ying Jian was stunned, he didn't expect Ran Jia to take the initiative to mention this, "Okay, you talk first." ”

Ran Jia took a deep breath, she looked at Ying Jian innocently, and chuckled: "I actually don't have much expectations for the future, I just hope to live the life of an ordinary person." There are no interests and disputes, only the two of us depend on each other for our lives. Maybe the days of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea are very dull, or they may make people feel dry, and they can't even resist the temptation outside.

There are also many difficulties and obstacles in running for money and personnel.

But this is life, you can't really let people do what they want, but when you look back, you don't regret it. ”