Eight Hundred and Fifty: Fanwai, My Husband-in-Law Is a Guardian (1) [Seventh Festival]

Daze Village, a small unknown place in Jiang Chao.

There are only a hundred households in this village, and what happens at the head of the village can be known to the people at the end of the village within a short while.

Today, the always quiet village has become lively.

"This girl's eyes are bright, and I really like it...Girl, what's your name?"

The Iceman was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and his clothes were colorful and bright, which made people suspect that the other party was wearing a flowerpot on his body.

Ning Wanyue said timidly, "My daughter's name is Wanyue."

"Wan Yue? That's an elegant name, who picked it?" asked the chubby Iceman.

Before Ning Wanyue could answer, the fat aunt at the side rushed to answer, "This name was given by the poor father of girl Wanyue."

Since the establishment of the Jiang Dynasty and the empress's widespread imperial examinations, many young people have dreamed of reaching the sky in one step.

Ning Wanyue's father is one of them.

It's a pity that his talent is not high, and he has only read a few bad words in the past few years. Not long ago, he went to work in the field and was bitten to death by a poisonous snake.

Wan Yue's mother died early, her father passed away again, and her family was impoverished.

Knowing that a nobleman came to the village to choose a girl as a bride-in-law, Wan Yue's aunt hurriedly brought out the little oil bottle.

The Iceman asked again, "Can you read?"

Wan Yue timidly nodded, and the iceman turned back to chat with the accompanying people, after a while, they settled on Wan Yue.

Aunt Wan Yue happily pushed her out, then turned around and accepted the "betrothal gift" from the Iceman. The young and ignorant Wan Yue followed the Iceman into the carriage, her face full of bewilderment, she had no idea where her future would go with this carriage.

Wanyue knows what child brides are, and several families in the village have bought child brides.

She thought her husband was either an old man in his 30s or 40s or a urchin in his 30s.

However, one month later, when she saw that handsome and awe-inspiring young man, she was suddenly at a loss.

Such a good-looking fairy, would worry about not being able to find a wife?

"What did you send this child for?"

The voice is lingling,

It's like a clear spring ding-dong, with a chill.

The young man in plain clothes was sitting in the corridor, with a piano on the table in front of him, the same plain white forehead was worn neatly on his forehead, and two plain white belts were wrapped around his waist. Mourning attire. He raised his eyes slightly, his eyes without a trace of emotion swept over Wan Yue's face, with just one look, Wan Yue took two steps back in fright, and timidly hid behind the iceman.

"The eldest lady said that Taifu Wei should continue the bloodline."

Iceman's voice was not as frivolous as before, but with a trace of indifference that others could not fathom. In short, it was full of aura.

"Ah--"

The young man let out a cold snort, with a mocking chuckle on his face.

The iceman pushed Wanyue out from behind him, "If Mr. Erlang doesn't agree, I will come back and take this child away in half a year."

The Iceman left, leaving only Wanyue and a few packages, large and small, which contained a lot of gold and silver jewelry and clothes of good material.

The young man played the piano by himself, but Wan Yue couldn't understand what the other party was playing, only thought it sounded very good.

She stood on the porch basking in the sun all afternoon, so stupid that she didn't know to find a shady place to shade from the sun.

At sunset, the young man went back to the house with his qin in his arms, and came out again after a while.

"What's your name?"

The young man handed her a glass of water, Wan Yue took it, and greedily drank several mouthfuls, almost choking.

"The younger one's surname is Ning, and her boudoir name is Wanyue."

The young man was sitting on the porch, with a pair of rough clogs on his feet.

He looked at the petite Wan Yue and asked, "Then how old are you?"

"Eleven."

The young man murmured, "I'm only eleven years old... Oh, it's ridiculous."

Wan Yue didn't dare to move, before the Iceman came, he gave her repeated orders and stuffed all kinds of rules into her mind.

The young man said again, "Then do you know what they asked you to do?"

Wan Yue said, "Be my wife for Mr. Lang."

She spoke very bluntly, her eyes were black and clear.

After a while, a hand with distinct phalanges appeared on Wanyue's head, rubbing her bun.

"You are only eleven years old. If I had been born five or six years earlier, you would have been my daughter."

Wan Yue tilted her head, and asked anxiously, "Then shall I call you Daddy?"

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"That's all, what's the point of being angry with a child like you." The young man sighed, and then said, "Just call me brother."

Wan Yue asked, "Brother? Can Wan Yue still be your daughter-in-law?"

The young man laughed and said, "You are so young, you still know what a daughter-in-law is?"

Wan Yue hung her head, twisted her sleeves and dared not say any more.

Young people live in the deep mountains, surrounded by mountains and rivers, it is a beautiful place.

But for some unknown reason, young people are vegetarians and wear plain clothes all the year round, as if someone keeps filial piety.

Wan Yue lives in a house near the young man, and has nothing to do all day long.

Seeing that the yard was empty, she felt that it was a pity that it was empty, so she rolled up her sleeves and weeded.

The young man's daily routine is not playing the piano, calligraphy and painting, but staring at the sky in a daze. Seeing Wanyue like this, he is gradually aroused by her interest.

"What are u doing?"

"There are a lot of land outside. After clearing the weeds, you can grow cabbage, and you can eat fresh vegetables in the future."

The young man folded his hands in his sleeves and said to Wanyue, "Someone will bring fresh fruits and vegetables every day, so you don't need to grow them yourself."

Wan Yue groaned, and the young man said again, "Otherwise, where do you think the things you eat these days come from?"

Wan Yue was even more confused, for the first time she had great curiosity about the identity of the young man.

She lived here for a few days, and found that the courtyard where the young man lived was very large, but there were only two living people inside and outside, she and him.

"Do you think it's boring to live here?" The young man hugged a piano, found a place to sit on the ground, flicked it twice, and turned his head to look at Wanyue, "Also... this place is very remote, far away from the imperial mausoleum. It's so close, how can ordinary people dare to approach..."

It was only then that Wan Yue realized that the place they were in turned out to be the mountain behind the Emperor's Mausoleum.

"Yeah, it's not very boring... I can look at Lang Jun every day, and I feel that I don't have enough time in the whole day."

Wanyue is an honest child, she says what she has, straightforward and simple.

"Are you literate?" the young man asked her.

"Know a few words."

The empress set a precedent by setting up girls' schools in various places, not only teaching them to practice calligraphy, reading and arithmetic, but also let them learn a skill of self-defense and fitness. The school lasted for four years. In the Jiang Dynasty, if a woman wanted to marry well, become an independent household, and recruit a son-in-law, both were indispensable.

The young man asked, "Do you still want to continue learning? I can teach you, so that you don't have nothing to do and toss about it."

Wan Yue nodded heavily, her eyes brightened several times.

She likes reading, but because of family accidents, she returned home after only two years of studying.

Wan Yue's grades in girls' school are good, but compared with the young people around her, she seems to be unable to do anything.

The young man seems to have found fun, and treats Wan Yue as a student, teaching him everything he can. To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: