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    There is a wooden basin on the bank of the river, and in the basin are washed clothes.

    Fu Bainan moved forward step by step, the afterglow of the setting sun scattered randomly, coating the picture in his eyes with gold.  That light gave him a brief sense of wrongness, as if everything cruel in the world was softer than usual, including grass, trees, and the setting sun.

    There are also women.

    He stopped and looked for a long time, then leaned against the tree and said casually: "Where are those boys? Why don't they help you."

    Bai Yinyan turned his head and smiled when he saw him.

    "You're back? Wait for me for a moment, it will be washed soon."

    Fu Bainan's throat slid, and he pursed his thin lips because of the words "I'm back."

    He walked to the riverside and reached out to catch her wet clothes, but was blocked by Bai Yinyan.  His hand stopped in mid-air, and Bai Yinyan picked up the blouse, folded it in half, and gave one end to him.

    "You hold it, I'll twist it."

    Fu Bainan raised his eyebrows.

    Bai Yinyan glanced at him, knowing what he was thinking, and said while twisting: "One or two of you can't hold back your hands. Old clothes are brittle. If you twist too much, the clothes will be damaged easily."

    Fu Benan's brows did not fall: "Are you?" He cooperated with her and bent down slightly: "They have twisted your clothes."

    Intonation statement.

    Bai Yinyan laughed, threw the robe into the bucket, and straightened up with support on her waist, "I said I couldn't hide it from you." She grabbed his extended hand, carried the dress and went ashore, "Thirteen  Please don¡¯t tell me, because if you find out, you may not be able to punish them."

    Fu Benan snorted: "If you don't put on the roof for three days."

    Bai Yinyan frowned, "Yishu."

    Fu Benan said matter-of-factly: "The rules are the rules. I am merciful enough. If the slaves in the clothing shop ruin a member of the court's inner robe, I will kill him with a cane."

    She nodded, patted her dress and said, "That's true, but our family can't be like others and beat our son to death just for a piece of clothing."

    Fu Bainan¡¯s whole body felt tense.

    "What did you say?"

    "Um?"

    Bai Yinyan raised his head and looked at him, "I said our family can't beat our son to death for a piece of clothing Oh, they call you the master of the house and the master of the father. I also followed Zhan Guangluo and said, "the master is the son." She finished her words.  Smiling and sighing, "A group of young boys, not very young, entered the palace early and grabbed food like children."

    ""

    Fu Benan said nothing and looked at her steadily.

    Bai Yinyan couldn't read his thoughts for a moment, but he didn't care much. He squatted down and washed his hands in the river, pulled him and squatted down to wash them too, and finally took out the handkerchief from his arms and wiped it carefully.

    Fu Bainan was silent for a long time, then suddenly spoke.

    "Ayan."

    "Um?"

    "Years ago, Xia Lin was executed. He was supposed to wipe out the nine tribes. However, although he was imprisoned, his son was less than one year old and was ignorant. According to the laws of Xia, he was demoted to a commoner." He looked down at the hands of the two of them and said slowly.  : "Presumably children with that prince's bloodline, if they are well educated, will definitely become talented people in the future."

    Bai Yinyan stopped moving.

    "¡­¡­What do you mean."

    ""

    Fu Bainan didn¡¯t answer, he raised his head and looked at her silently.

    After a long while, Bai Yinyan said calmly: "Fu Bainan, you don't owe me anything."

    Fu Bainan¡¯s hand suddenly tightened.

    "You live your life well. If there is anything you want, I will tell you. I didn't come to this point with you just to wrong myself."

    ""

    Fu Bainan lowered his eyes and forced a sneer for a moment, his voice a little deep: "Bold words are spoken beautifully."

    Bai Yinyan curled his lips, clapped his hands and stood up.

    "Go back, hurry up, I'm afraid they'll burn the rice again when they look at the rice pot - ah."

    Fu Bainan also stood up and squinted his eyes, looking at Bai Yinyan's obviously remorseful expression, and raised the corners of his mouth, "Don't expect me to forgive this."

    Bai Yinyan smiled bitterly and said, "It's just a meal."

    "no."

    "Yishu."

    ""

    Fu Benan didn't say anything, he helped her put on her shoes, bent down to pick up the clothes bucket, and walked slowly with half a step down.  The two of them walked in tandem, and she would turn around to urge him from time to time, and Fu Benan would quarrel with her.

    The two of them walked for a long time and passed by a dilapidated earth temple on the outskirts of the city.

    People were coming in and out of the temple, a large group of dozens of them, cooking, washing rice and hanging clothes, and the faint singing of silk music could be heard from inside.  Sitting on a bench in front of the temple with his legs crossed is an old man whose oil paint has not faded.??Moved into Fu Bainan's private residence.

    The house has four entrances and four exits, a red door with high walls, a cloister in the deep courtyard, and Bai Yinyan came here once.

    Fu Benan took her around for a while and then headed to Dongchang. The two parted at the intersection of Washiqian Street. When they left the palace in the afternoon, she was waiting for him outside the palace gate.

    Another day, it¡¯s still the same.

    They seemed to have found a node and easily integrated into each other's lives.

    The peace and tranquility of ordinary people comes unexpectedly.

    After returning home in the afternoon, the two of them tidied up, sat down to talk to each other, and then Fu Benan went to the study to attend the meeting.  When he came out at dusk, the strong aroma of heavy oil wafted from the kitchen.

    He swallowed as a reflex reflex, paused, and then felt too hopeless. He covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and walked back to the backyard.

    Crossing the screen wall, Fu Bainan took two steps forward, took the bucket and ladle from Bai Yinyan's hand, took off his boots and stood in the corridor, while he bent down to wash the floor.

    "How can you do the sweeping by yourself?" He frowned while washing, "Where are those boys slacking off!"

    Bai Yinyan put down his sleeves and said warmly: "We were changing shifts. I saw the bucket lying here and did it casually. It's not a big deal, so don't get angry."

    Fu Benan still pursed his lips tightly.

    After washing around, he poured out the remaining water and sneered, "I haven't done that for a while."

    Bai Yinyan packed up his things, went in and sat down, and said with a slight smile: "The Governor has a temple in his mind, so naturally he can't see the menial work in his eyes."

    Fu Benan snorted, took the cigarette rod and collapsed on the spring couch, sitting crookedly.  Bai Yinyan looked at him, took the teapot and held it in his arms, lowered his head and opened the book.

    The room was quiet for a while.

    Purple smoke rises.

    Fu Bainan said lazily: "What are you looking at?"

    Bai Yinyan said casually: "Ancient recipes."

    Fu Benan said: "If you don't say that you can do flips of your own hands, it's just a three-month trick."

    Bai Yinyan didn't take the sarcasm and just gave a faint hum.

    After a while of silence, Fu Bainan said, "What dish are you looking at?"

    ""

    Bai Yinyan raised his eyes from the book and said, dumbfounded: "Yishu."

    ""

    "Obviously we are in Baiji, but we can sit face to face for an hour or two in silence. Don't be childish."

    ""

    Fu Bainan turned away, closed his eyes and said nothing.

    Bai Yinyan frowned, smiled, took a gentle breath, and lowered his head.

    The room fell silent for three times.

    Without Fu Bainan¡¯s interruption, Bai Yinyan gradually immersed himself in the book, carefully considering the dishes that should be served.

    The two did not speak for a long time.

    I don¡¯t know how long it has passed, but there were two light clinks of a cigarette stick on the other side of the spring bed, and the next moment, a melodious and high-pitched "Mother~" in Huangmei's opera exploded in Bai Yinyan's ears.

    She suddenly raised her head.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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