The summer sun comes out early, and the first ray of sunlight shines through the window, and Zhao Yanping suddenly wakes up.

She was still sweating. Fortunately, she only used half of the bucket of water last night. Zhao Yanping walked to a corner that Jiao couldn't see, wiped it briefly, then changed into her outer robe, and went outside to blow the morning breeze.

Old Mrs. Zhao felt unhappy. Seeing her grandson with no desires and no desires, she picked Cui Niang for a mistake and scolded Cui Niang loudly.

Ah Jiao was woken up by Mrs. Zhao. The old lady Zhao was angry and the whole family didn't dare to provoke her. Ah Jiao quickly got up and put on her clothes. Seeing that there was water in the basin, Ah Jiao quickly washed her face and walked to the dressing table. When she looked in the mirror, Ah Jiao was panicked. There were several finger marks on both sides of her face. The official was afraid that she would scream and covered her mouth with her!

Gillian's heart was beating. She didn't feel anything last night, so why did she leave a mark?

How should I explain this to Mrs. Zhao?

Gillian couldn't think of a reason to get away with it, so she took out rouge that improved her complexion and carefully covered up the fingerprints.

After the weather got warmer, Gillian didn't like to apply rouge. She had a plain face. Today, she applied rouge. Not to mention Mrs. Zhao, Zhao Yanping could see that it was different.

Thinking of the scenes last night, Zhao Yanping lowered his eyes and ate silently.

Old Mrs. Zhao looked at Gillian's slightly swollen eyes and the nail marks that were faintly visible under her makeup, and half of her heart was cold.

After the grandson left, Mrs. Zhao pulled Ah Jiao into the house and picked up a wet wipe for Ah Jiao to wipe her face.

Gillian said nervously: "You, what are you doing? This is good rouge, how wasteful it is to wipe it."

Old Mrs. Zhao said angrily: "The official is not at home, who do you want to wipe the rouge for? Please wipe it quickly, don't fool me!"

After hearing this, Jiao thought that Mrs. Zhao had guessed something. She lowered her head and rubbed her face slowly while wondering, was it because the official said he was letting go? Then Mrs. Zhao found that she had been fooling her, how would she deal with her later?

Gillian was afraid, and her clean face was clean, and the handprints on it were even more obvious.

Old Mrs. Zhao never felt sorry for Ah Jiao. When she was the best time to treat Ah Jiao, she was willing to spend the dowry money to buy medicine for her. But now, looking at the handprints of several men on her beautiful and white little face as beautiful as petals, Old Mrs. Zhao felt very uncomfortable and became even more angry with her grandson. She gritted her teeth and said, "That bastard, it would be fine if she didn't touch you, but she dared to hit you!"

Cui Niang has done so many stupid things, knocked over the salt pot and lost money, and Old Mrs. Zhao has never attacked Cui Niang. Now her grandson actually has the heart to attack Gillian!

Seeing the handprints on his face, Old Mrs. Zhao couldn't stand it anymore, and for the first time she really scolded her grandson.

Gillian lowered her head, and a storm broke out in her heart. Old Mrs. Zhao actually misunderstood the official and slapped her in the face?

Gillian was worried about how to explain this handprint, but she didn't expect that Mrs. Zhao gave her an excuse!

Gillian clenched her fingers and suddenly threw herself on the bed and started to cry. She didn't complain, she just lay there and whimpered.

Old Mrs. Zhao walked to the bed and sat down, feeling complicated: "Don't cry for now, tell me what happened last night?"

Gillian had to speak. She thought for a while and began to pronounce, "I deliberately waited for the official to go to bed and took off my clothes, then pretended to be asleep and didn't know what to do. Unexpectedly, the official suddenly had an attack, pressed my shoulders and covered my mouth, and... I was so painful that I couldn't make a sound... Later, the official went to the ground to sleep, and I was not allowed to complain to you."

These words are true, but Gillian deliberately omitted some keywords, making Old Mrs. Zhao think that the official held her down and slapped her several times instead of doing anything else.

Old Mrs. Zhao felt uncomfortable. What was wrong with her grandson? What a beautiful girl, why did her grandson dislike him like that?

"What should I do? Do I really want to watch him die?" Old Mrs. Zhao wanted to cry too.

Gillian comforted her and said, "Don't worry, I was too bold last night and didn't give the official a process to accept it. I'll think of a solution. Summer is so long, and there will definitely be a chance."

Old Mrs. Zhao said in shock: "He treats you so much, do you still dare to seduce him?"

Jiao felt weak, she quickly lowered her eyes and sighed softly: "It's not just that she wants to hook the official. I, I like him. If the official can like me, it's nothing to suffer."

Old Mrs. Zhao looked at Ajiao deeply. Her grandson's stubborn donkey look like she could even make a silly girl obsessed with this.

In the evening, Zhao Yanping came back, and he was still holding a roll of cool mat in his hand.

Old Mrs. Zhao asked with anger: "What are you doing for buying mats?"

Zhao Yanping looked cold and said lightly: "The bed in the room got up and stabbed someone while sleeping."

Old Mrs. Zhao silently chanted Amitabha a few times before she could resist confronting her grandson on the spot.

After being angry, Mrs. Zhao didn't want her grandson to sleep with only one layer of bed sheets. It was not good for the cold air on the ground to penetrate into her grandson's body. It was more comfortable to spread the mat on the floor, so Mrs. Zhao didn't care about the mat.

After dinner, Gillian went to the house first.

Zhao Yanping also wanted to go in, but was called to the west room by Old Mrs. Zhao.

"I already know what happened last night." Old Mrs. Zhao said calmly while sitting on the chair.

Zhao Yanping raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the old lady with black eyes.

My grandson is not guilty at all? He is simply too arrogant!

Old Mrs. Zhao gritted her teeth and pointed at her grandson and whispered: "I asked Gillian to seduce you in such a dress. If you don't like her, you don't like her. What are you going to hit her? You are a nine-foot tall man, what kind of hero you are like to hit someone? Such a delicate beauty, thank you for being cruel to start!"

Zhao Yanping still had no expression, but he already understood in his heart that what the old lady thought she knew was definitely not the truth. She would know it later when she asked Gillian.

"I didn't mean it." Zhao Yanping admitted his mistake as the old lady said.

Will Mrs. Zhao believe it?

"You dare to argue. If you didn't mean it, could the handprints on Gillian's face be that heavy? You can do it, you deserve to be the headmaster. I'm afraid that Gillian would cry and cover her mouth, why don't you kill her directly?" In this matter, Mrs. Zhao was really angry and stood on Gillian's side.

Zhao Yanping got a prompt again, and it turned out that there were handprints on her face, which led to misunderstandings from her grandmother.

Zhao Yanping felt a little guilty. He would rather his grandmother misunderstood that he beat Gillian than guess the truth.

"Don't worry, grandma, there will never be another next time." Zhao Yanping lowered his eyes and promised.

Old Mrs. Zhao nagged again, "What evil did I do?" and kept scolding Zhao Yanping for two minutes before she asked her grandson to go out.

Zhao Yanping returned to the east room.

Gillian asked nervously: "What did the old lady say to the official?"

Zhao Yanping looked at her face.

After being raised for a day, the fingerprints on her face were very faint, but you could still see some traces when you looked closely.

Zhao Yanping never thought last night whether she would hurt if she was covering her mouth so much. Now that she saw these handprints, Zhao Yanping blamed herself, raised her hand, and gently touched her tender face with her calloused fingertips: "Does it hurt?"

Gillian's face was so hot that he touched her face. She turned her head and said, "No, it doesn't hurt. The old lady misunderstood. Is the official still not sure what's going on?"

Zhao Yanping pursed his lips and said, "I didn't expect such a heavy mark."

The more he said that, Gillian became hotter and hotter. She patted her back of her face, walked towards the other side of the bed, and muttered, "I won't mention last night. What did the old lady ask the official to go over and do just now?"

Zhao Yanping followed her to the bed and explained in a low voice: "She thought I beat you and scolded me."

Gillian sat on the bed and lowered her face and said, "I didn't mean to fool the old lady. When she saw my face in the morning, she thought so. I didn't know how to explain it, so she agreed to the old lady's words, but she didn't expect that the official was scolded."

Zhao Yanping stood in front of the bed and said, "It's okay, it won't hurt if you scold me."

Gillian smiled secretly.

The room became quiet, Gillian glanced at the official's pants, moved to the bed and said, "It's getting late, go to bed."

Zhao Yanping looked at her and said, "It's too hot for them to sleep on the same bed at this time, and I'll sleep on the ground from now on."

After saying that, Zhao Yanping spread the newly bought mat on the ground, laying it upright. After he lay down, he turned his head to the bed. If Jiao wanted to get down in the middle of the night, she would not accidentally step on him.

Gillian bit her lip and asked him through half of the gauze tent: "Do you think it's hot, or do you don't want to touch me again?"

Zhao Yan paused to put the pillow flat.

Of course he wanted to touch her. No man could stand such a night, but Zhao Yanping still wanted to try his best to restrain himself. Even if she didn't sleep with Jiao, she would not violate her oath. But before her sister was still there, he was unscrupulously immersed in the joy of men and women. Zhao Yanping was uneasy.

"Are there any." Zhao Yanping said with his back to her, "When I think that Xiangyun is still suffering outside, I..."

"I understand." Gillian understood what he meant. She was already an official, and she didn't have to treat her like that every night.

Gillian lay down and said softly: "I will wait with the official, as long as the official doesn't regret last night."

Zhao Yanping did not regret it, so he came over to cover the gauze tent for her, and he lay on the ground.

Two days later, the college entrance examination will be released.

There is no need to express his feelings in Jin. Old Mrs. Zhao was eager to know the result, so she was restless and came out of the house for a while and stood in front of the main hall to pay attention to the movements of the Zhu family next door.

It was almost noon when a horse ran to the Zhu family. He came to announce the good news. Zhu Shiyu won the scholar! The yamen runner who announced the good news shouted, "I won the victory." When Jin's family heard the news, Zhu Shuangshuang also happily shouted, "I won the victory." After hearing this, the neighbors around knew that another scholar had appeared in the Zhu family.

When Jiao heard the voice, she couldn't help but be happy for her uncle. She turned around to see Mrs. Zhao. The corners of her mouth were pursed tightly, and she also sarcastically said: "Scholar, why are you stupid? You really treat yourself as a cousin of the Zhu family? Forgot how did they both wrongly accuse you of being hooked up?"

Gillian didn't forget it, but what was the use of remembering it? Now that my cousin has become a scholar, my uncle is happy. Her reputation can benefit a little. As for other benefits, Gillian never thought about it and did not expect that the official likes her and the shop can make money. Gillian is already very satisfied.

In the afternoon, Old Mrs. Zhao went out for a walk and came back to tell Gillian, "I thought your cousin was so capable. It turned out that she only had a scholar's tail. Others had a slightly better grade and squeezed him down. This scholar was completely based on luck."

Gillian didn't know how her cousin was, but Gillian thought that if she was her cousin and was so short and handsome, she would have to study hard, because only by taking the exam can she make a future and marry a beautiful wife. Unlike an official, she is tall and heroic. Even if she doesn't study, she can find an errand in the county government. Even if her family is poor, there are matchmakers who keep coming to him to talk to him about marriage.

In Ajiao's heart, although her cousin became a scholar, her official can still surpass her cousin several streets.

Jin didn't think so anymore. Her son was promising and could finally be proud. Jin deliberately waited until Zhao Yanping came back in the evening before coming over with a plate of cherries. He happily said that his son was named Jinbang. She invited the Zhao family's grandparents and grandchildren to eat cherries with her niece, and invited Zhao Yanping to go to the Zhu family to have a meal in a few days.

Old Mrs. Zhao smiled on her face, and she was so jealous that she wanted to lift the cherry in Jin's hand.

Zhao Yanping learned about Zhu Shiyu's pass in the county government office. Jin's compliment was also normal. He took Cherry and said that he would go on the day of the Zhu family's banquet.

Jin swept his eyes proudly and left.

Old Mrs. Zhao glared at Gillian: "Look, you are still happy for me, I'm here to demonstrate to you!"

Gillian didn't care at all, and asked the old lady Zhao with a smile: "Then do you think is my cousin who has a promising future or the official has a promising future?"

Old Mrs. Zhao said without hesitation: "Of course it's my grandson. Are there few scholars in our county? My grandson is the only one who has solved strange cases. Even the prefect praised him. A scholar who ranks at the bottom of the list is nothing! Unless he can still take the exam for the juren, he will only be a private school teacher. What's the show?"

Gillian held her arm and said, "Since you understand this, why are you still angry with my aunt? My cousin can only win this scholar this time in his life. The official can solve cases every month and make contributions. You can show off more times than my aunt."

When Mrs. Zhao heard this, she felt much more relieved.

And while the two were talking, Zhao Yanping stood in front of them.

Of course, scholars have a future than captains. If you work harder and get a juren, you will have the opportunity to make up for the vacancies. The captains in the county government will be captains until they die in this life, and they will not be considered serious officials.

But the two women in the family praised him so much and were so proud of him. Zhao Yanping had no choice but to have a lot of energy in his heart.
Chapter completed!