Chapter 144 Favors

"Why are you looking at me? How would I know if he can do it?"

"That shouldn't be the case. Don't you like young and handsome men? How could you have nothing to do with him?"

"Bah! It's you who made up the rumor!"

Murong Ji listened to the conversation outside the window with a frown on his face. He couldn't see Yang Yueman's expression clearly, but it must have been very exciting.

Murong Ji slapped his forehead helplessly. His future image...

Hearing the sound of fighting outside, Murong Ji coughed, "Ahem, stop making trouble!"

"Humph!"

"Humph!"

Then there were the sounds of footsteps, which gradually went away. Murong Ji listened carefully and made sure that there was no one outside, then he slowly exhaled a breath.

Murong Ji was startled when he found that the person next to him was breathing strangely. He tried his best to suppress his nervous breathing and try not to be noticed.

The "bang bang bang" heartbeat sounded like a drum. Murong Ji smiled and reached out to touch her.

In an instant, a golden thread was wrapped around Murong Ji's wrist, and he was about to pin him to the bed, but his strength was not enough and he failed to move Murong Ji.

Yang Yueman also reacted, "Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I, I was too nervous." Her voice trembled slightly, as if she was about to cry.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly and hugged her stiff body...

Although she was wearing undergarments, one could feel that Yang Yueman had a great figure. After all, she was a woman from a military family, so she must have practiced martial arts.

Murong Ji could sense that her internal strength was not very strong, just about the same level as Mu Wanqing, which was average.

Suddenly, Murong Ji was startled, and then he couldn't control himself anymore.

Open crotch pants.

In ancient weddings, in order to avoid embarrassment for newlyweds, a special device was invented...

Get up the next morning.

Murong Ji looked at Yang Yueman, who was like an ostrich. He covered his face with the quilt, tensed his whole body, and pretended to be asleep.

Murong Ji chuckled, and this chuckle made Yang Yueman press the quilt tighter, as if to block the sound from entering.

Murong Ji walked to the outer room and washed up with the help of Yang Yueman's two maids. While he was wiping his face, he saw an acquaintance, the maid of his mother Wang Zhixian.

At this moment, she still looks young, but her identity is no longer a maid, but a nanny. After all, her age is there.

"Head of the family." The woman bowed to Murong Ji, then walked carefully to the bedroom door and bowed to Yang Yueman who was getting dressed inside.

"lady."

Murong Ji didn't see how Yang Yueman reacted. Not long after, the nanny came out with a one-foot square handkerchief and showed it in front of Murong Ji.

When Murong Ji saw the blood and water stains on the handkerchief, the nanny called someone in, dried the handkerchief in a charcoal basin, folded it, and put it in a sandalwood box.

After locking it, she handed the box to the maid beside her.

Murong Ji looked at Yang Yueman's maid who came with her as a dowry and put the box in a place at the corner of the bed.

After everything was done, the maids and the others quietly left the room, as if they had never been there.

The house was quiet, with only the rustling sound of someone getting dressed coming from the inner bedroom. Without needing to see Yang Yueman's expression, Murong Ji knew that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Murong Ji had a strange look on his face. He had seen this kind of thing on TV, but when it really happened to him, he had an indescribable feeling.

When he looked up, he saw Yang Yueman walking out with a red face. When she saw Murong Ji, she was wearing a middle-length robe and saluted respectfully.

"Good morning, my dear~"

Murong Ji was immediately overwhelmed by her, so he put down the towel and quickly returned the gift.

In this era, the status and rights of wives are strongly protected by the state.

In other words, when Murong Ji is not at home, Yang Yueman has to make decisions on all matters, big or small, and she has the right to decide the life and death of any matter or person in the family.

This right is also protected by law and morality.

Even if she ordered Mu Wanqing to be beaten to death, Murong Ji could not say anything.

It is also because of this that the rules for marrying a wife are quite strict in the big families. The idea that a woman without talent is virtuous is a misunderstanding.

The wife of a wealthy family must not only be talented but also have vision and be tolerant.

After the two of them had an awkward breakfast, they went to the Murong family's ancestral temple to burn incense and fill out the list.

Once on the list, you will be a member of the Murong family.

That’s not all. The keys to the family’s treasury, granary, etc. will be handed over to her. As the mistress of the family, she is in charge of the financial power.

Not only that, the indentures of the family's servants, as well as real estate, shops, land deeds, etc., must also be handed over to her for safekeeping.

It took the two of them a lot of time to run around Yanziwu.

Near noon, someone came to look for the couple. Today was their first wedding day, and Murong Ji's parents had passed away, so there was no tradition of serving tea.

But I still want to see my relatives and friends.

When they walked into the house, they saw their uncle and aunt. Their aunt was a princess of the Song Dynasty and had a noble status. With her around, the crowd didn't seem noisy at all.

"Newcomers are here. Wow, you guys are so hard to invite."

Murong Ji could sense Yang Yueman's embarrassment, and she could only lower her head shyly.

After meeting all the relatives and friends, the rest were foreign guests. The lunch banquet was divided into two groups. One group was the female relatives organized by my aunt and Yang Yueman.

The other wave was the foreign guests organized by my uncle and Murong Ji.

After greeting each of them, Murong Ji realized that most of these people were officials from the Song Dynasty, especially those from the Su faction. Although Su Shi's position was a bit crooked, his background determined his innate position. After all, Su Zhe was still in the officialdom, and there were other people in the Su family, such as Su Huan (Su Xun's brother).

Apart from anything else, Su Xun and Ouyang Xiu were good friends with a very good relationship, and Su Xun almost turned Ouyang Xiu into a street urchin.

The Su family is really powerful in official circles.

"You have never seen this person before. Guess who it is?"

Murong Ji's face darkened. He looked the man up and down. He was in his thirties and a very handsome man. How could his uncle suddenly become unreliable? How could he guess? !
Since he said that, it must be someone who is very close to him.

After thinking about it, he was either Wang's elder brother or Su Shi's disciple, but Su Shi had quite a few disciples.

Even when Su Shi was demoted to Danzhou, there were still a large number of scholars who came to study with him. Just think about it.

"I am not very good at seeing, please forgive me."

"Hahaha, this is your senior brother, Uncle Li Wen (Li Gefei, courtesy name Wenshu)."

"Senior brother." Murong Ji performed Confucian etiquette to show his apology.

"That's not necessary. From now on, you and I can just have more contact."

"it is good."

After meeting so many people, Murong Ji felt dizzy, and coupled with the alcohol he had drunk, he was really confused.

He used his inner strength to force the wine out and quickly found a chance to go out and get some fresh air.

This kind of interpersonal communication is inevitable. If you want to live a stable life in the Song Dynasty, you really can't do without some connections.

The gentry are naturally superior to others.

Standing in the yard, I looked up and saw a little girl of eight or nine years old climbing a tree.

Murong Ji chuckled. After all, she was a girl and was disciplined very strictly. She was clumsy even when climbing a tree.

He fell down several times, gritted his teeth, and was in so much pain that tears were about to fall. He rubbed his butt, but still persevered in climbing up.

"Oh, this little girl is so stubborn."

Murong Ji leaned against the pillar and watched her fall again, "Why are you still so clumsy?"

"Humph!"

Murong Ji thought to himself that this was not good. If someone heard it, they would not know whose child the child was.

The little girl walked up to Murong Ji with a menacing look.

She tilted her head slightly, intending to appear fiercer, but ended up being cuter instead.

"Who are you? How rude! Not only did you peek at me, but you even looked down on me!"

Murong Ji squatted down and took a good look at his little daughter.

The little daughter's eyes were full of intelligence and she smiled at Murong Ji, but Murong Ji knew that this girl had already been planning how to fool him.

"Why did you have to climb that tree?"

The little girl was a little wary, "I just want to see what's on the other side of the wall."

Murong Ji looked at the door next to the tree and fell into deep thought. He kept talking nonsense. What a habitual offender! Suddenly, Murong Ji stood up and walked towards the tree.

Seeing that things were not going well, the little girl grabbed Murong Ji's robe.

Murong Ji chuckled, grabbed her by the back of her neck, and lifted her up, "Puchi, no pressure at all."

The little girl didn't know whether she was angry, anxious or embarrassed, her face turned red, and someone grabbed the back of her neck. After kicking her legs, she gave up struggling.

It was not until Murong Ji put him on the tree that he reacted and looked at him in a daze.

Then he ignored Murong Ji and started looking in the tree.

This tree is a landscape in the yard. It is not very tall, but it is a little too high for this child.

Murong Ji watched her knock a dice out from the tree branch, and was stunned. Is this a girl's toy? ! !

"What are you still standing there for? Take me down quickly."

Murong Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Does your family know that you're playing with this thing?"

As soon as the little girl's eyes rolled, Murong Ji knew that this girl was really...

"Whose family are you from? I'll take you to find your father."

There was some panic in the little girl's eyes, "Ah, that, no need." Suddenly, the little girl looked reserved and bowed behind Murong Ji: "Daddy."

Murong Ji turned around and saw no one there. The little girl had already run far away.

Murong Ji sneered, sucked her with his palm, and captured her back.

He placed it in front of him and was about to ask a question when he saw stars in the little girl's eyes.

"Is this martial arts? Can you fly over rooftops and walls? Can you beat up bad guys..."

Murong Ji scratched his ears, but countless questions still bombarded him.

"cannot."

"you're lying!"

"Why are you asking? Hurry up and tell me whose child you are. Can you go find your mother now?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment, and just as she was about to speak, a voice came from the yard, "Qingzhao? Why are you here?"

The little girl hurriedly put away the dice, turned around and called out, "Mom."

(End of this chapter)