Not only Hong Qingyi thought so, but Yan Funing also thought followed her mother's instructions and took Fu Ciyi into her courtyard, then asked, "What do you want to say to me?" After all, someone once said that he could only sleep well when he held her in his arms. Unexpectedly, Fu Ciyi stretched out his hand: "I am indeed here for you to feel my pulse." "Oh." Yan Funing frowned slightly and reached out to take his pulse. After just a moment, she looked at him and asked, "Have you been suffering from insomnia and dreaminess lately?" "That's true, is there a solution?" "I'll prescribe a prescription for you to try. If it doesn't help, come back and see me." After Yan Funing finished speaking, she let go of his wrist and went to her own study. Fu Ciyi followed her in and helped her grind the ink.
Yan Funing picked up the pen and dipped it in ink. After a while, she wrote a prescription and handed it to him: "Boil three bowls of water into one bowl. Take it every night before going to bed. If it tastes bitter, eat a candied fruit." "it is good." The man glanced at the prescription, folded it in half again, and put it into his collar. Yan Funing raised her eyes to look at him. He has been acting very strange lately. Not only that, but he also seems to have a lot of secrets. "Tomorrow is the first day of October, and it's only a few days away from the eighth day. Master Fu, do you have anything to tell me?" "What?" Fu Ciyi asked back. "You don't have anything to say about not being able to see each other three days before the wedding?" "No." Fu Ciyi turned around and pretended to look at the scenery outside the house. But he thought to himself that if he was given some time, he would be able to drive the woman in his dream away. "Oh, OK." Yan Funing arranged her writing brush and ink, "I need to read some medical books here, please help yourself, sir." "Then you go ahead and I'll go look for your brother." Fu Ciyi paced out. When he walked into the yard, Yan Funing raised her eyes and looked through the window at his back. She agreed to marry him because he had leverage over the Yan family. Having gambled her entire life, she now felt a little confused, wondering if she had done the right thing. After all, after marriage, if he felt that she was not suitable to be his wife, changed his mind, and revealed the fact that the Yan family privately raised soldiers and horses, what should she do then? Unless the Yan family’s secret power is so great that no one dares to offend them.
The crossbow made by Long Xu gave her a lot of ideas. When all businesses on East Third Street are underway, she will make a lot of money. When it comes to making weapons, she has two talented people by her side, one is Long Xu and the other is Tong Cheng. But Long Xu is a royal descendant, even though he has half Yan family blood... Forget it, putting Long Xu aside, she has a lot of ideas about weapons of her own. If there really comes a day like that, the man walking away from her will definitely go against her, and by then the imperial court will definitely not tolerate the Yan family. If she wants to protect the Yan family, there is only one way! Hopefully I'll never go down this path. Yan Funing sighed, picked up the brush again and started painting. A quarter of an hour later, Yan Bojian came wandering in. When Yan Funing heard the footsteps, she knew it was her third brother, so she didn't chase him away. She just said, "Master Fu said he was going to look for my brother. Didn't he look for you?" "He found the second brother and talked about the Hanlin Academy." Yan Bojian pulled a chair and sat opposite his sister. When he saw the weapon on the paper, he was surprised and asked, "Sister, what you drew is a horizontal sword with a blood groove?" "Third brother has good eyesight!" "I want one." Yan Bojian's eyes lit up. "When the time comes, I'll have Tong Cheng make it and give it to Third Brother." Yan Bojian said excitedly: "A horizontal sword with a blood groove will definitely be invincible." "I think so too." Yan Funing nodded and carefully drew on the paper. Yan Bojian lowered his voice: "If my sister were a boy, grandfather would definitely be happy." Hearing this, Yan Funing paused and asked, "What do you mean, Third Brother?" "The crossbow you drew for Long Xu a few days ago, plus the horizontal sword you drew today, sister, you are a talent for weapons." Yan Bojian asked excitedly, "Do you think grandfather will be unhappy?" Yan Funing pretended to be ignorant of the Yan family's military affairs: "My grandfather fights geese and walks dogs all day long, how can he be happy? He might even scold me for not doing my job properly." "You do not believe?" "Do not believe." "Hurry up and draw. When you finish, I will take you to find your grandfather." "Hurrah." Yan Funing continued painting. A quarter of an hour later, the brother and sister took the map to East Garden.
It was evening and the old king was feeding the geese by the pond. Seeing his grandchildren coming over, he waved: "Boy, girl, come and help me feed them." Yan Bojian shook his head, took the painting from his sister, took a few quick steps to his grandfather's side, and quietly unfolded the middle part of the painting to show him. With just one glance, the old duke's gray beard instantly shone. His eyes widened as if he had obtained a treasure. He immediately called the servants who were waiting in the corridor, gave them the grains in his hand, clapped his hands, and asked his grandchildren to follow him. The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren entered the study. The old Duke asked his personal guards to stand guard outside while he closed the door of his study. Then he asked his grandchildren: "Where did you get this painting?" Without waiting for their answer, he twisted Yan Bojian's ear and scolded: "You bastard, did you go to the palace to steal treasures?" "Grandfather, it hurts, it hurts." Yan Bojian begged for mercy, "Please let go, how dare I, your grandson? This was drawn by my sister." The old duke snatched the painting, unfolded it, and spread it out on the desk. He looked at it carefully, and then laughed out loud. As she laughed, tears suddenly filled her eyes. Seeing him like this, Yan Funing was at a loss: "Grandfather, what's wrong with you?" The old Duke nodded with a smile and said excitedly: "Girl, if it weren't for Grandfather, he knew you were his granddaughter as soon as he saw you. Only the Yan family can draw such weapons." Yan Bojian said: "Grandfather, a few days ago my sister drew a crossbow for Long Xu. You know the lethality of a crossbow, and the crossbow my sister drew can fire continuously." A crossbow that can fire continuously would be extremely lethal. The old Duke said solemnly: "This matter must be told to Long Xu, and the crossbow diagram must not be shown to others." Yan Bojian agreed: "I know, I will send someone to tell them later." The old Duke patted Yan Funing's arm and said, "Girl, good girl! Grandfather wants to tell you something. Our Yan family has been stripped of its military power because of its merits. Since you have such a high talent, you should keep it well. How many weapon drawings have you drawn?" Yan Funing said frankly: "I have drawn swords and daggers for Fu Beimo and others before, all of which were ordinary models. The only ones with great lethality like this are the crossbow for my little cousin and the horizontal sword today." The old Duke nodded and said, "Okay, you can paint from now on, but don't show it to others." "Grandfather, I understand." "Good girl!" The old Duke put away the drawing of the horizontal sword and returned it to Yan Funing. "The girl is getting married, so grandpa has to give her a treasure." As he spoke, he opened the secret compartment, took out a square brocade box, and gave it to Yan Funing.
"What's that heavy thing?" Yan Funing opened it out of curiosity, and found a fist-sized luminous pearl inside. In an instant, the study became as bright as day. "A good baby should be given to my precious granddaughter as a wedding gift." The old Duke laughed. Yan Funing smiled with her eyebrows curved: "Thank you, Grandfather!" - Soon, the wedding day arrived. (End of this chapter)