Fu Xuan thought to herself: Even if he has objections, he wouldn’t dare to express them?
Everyone ate dinner in silence, and Zhao Hanzhang asked Zeng Yue to have soone send the trio back.
Zhao Erlang was already passed out drunk, and Zeng Yue carried him onto the carriage, with Mrs. Wang following behind.
Mrs. Wang was sowhat silent tonight; today was the first day she truly faced Zhao Hanzhang’s authority.
Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan stood at the door seeing them off, and only after they were far away did they exchange a glance, clasp hands with a smile, and leave.
Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan bowed and complied, then hand in hand turned back inside.
As they walked into the garden, Zhao Hanzhang couldn’t help but sneeze, Fu Tinghan asked anxiously, "Caught a cold?"
Zhao Hanzhang shook her head, "It’s probably soone talking about ."
It was Guo Pu, who also attended the wedding today. He took a close look at Fu Tinghan, then couldn’t help glancing at Zhao Hanzhang and laughing to himself.
This Fu Tinghan is interesting, and Hanzhang is chaste. That third line of the Kun hexagram surely wasn’t cast for her; clearly it was for him, aligning not with her but with Fu Tinghan, who indeed has the makings of a worthy minister, complenting her well.
Guo Pu had spent too much energy today and was suddenly hit by a splitting headache. He fell backward onto the bed, dazedly thinking, in such an entertaining place, with no danger, he absolutely must stay a while longer.
It seems the on was right, this indeed is his lifeline.
Here, he could always avoid his nesis Wang Dun, right?
Only, it’s not appropriate to always stay as a guest in soone else’s ho here, according to Ji Yuan, Zhao Hanzhang intends to recruit him, but what position would it be? If the position isn’t significant and is quite leisurely, should he take it?
Having escaped from Jiangnan to this place, Guo Pu was long out of money, though he didn’t suffer hardship relying on divining and fortune-telling along the way. But it’s beneath him to equate fortune-telling with earning money.
No, no, it’s indeed better to take an official position.
Guo Pu was already hoping Zhao Hanzhang would offer him a leisurely position with ample pay.
Zhao Hanzhang returned inside, unable to suppress another sneeze, wondering if she really caught a cold?
Yet upon feeling herself, her throat felt fine, and her back wasn’t cold.
Ting He stepped forward, saying, "Miss, hot water is ready."
Zhao Hanzhang returned to her senses, nodding, "Alright, you may go now."
Fu Tinghan let Zhao Hanzhang bathe first, clearing the random dates and nuts from the bed and making it, then took his clothes to bathe in the side room.
By the ti he rushed in from outside with his hair down, Zhao Hanzhang was already sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking at sothing in a box.
She looked up at him, "Just wait a little longer next ti, the cold wind outside can easily catch you a cold when bathing in the side room."
Fu Tinghan folded the fox fur cloak he wrapped himself in and placed it on the wooden couch, "It’s alright, I was wrapped up."
Zhao Hanzhang adjusted herself to make room for him, "The bed has been ward with a hot water bottle, co up quickly."
This hot water bottle was made by Qing Gu at Zhao Hanzhang’s request because Mrs. Wang feared cold; it worked well, so she had Treasure Pavilion start selling them, and soon many households were using them.
As the thod spread, those who couldn’t afford tal hot water bottles used cowhide, sheepskin, or other animal skins to make hot water bags for use.
Fu Tinghan sat facing her, seeing her still holding the box, he uncomfortably cleared his throat, "It’s getting late..."
Zhao Hanzhang handed the box to him with a smile, "Look at this, it’s a gift from the head of the Imperial Hospital."
Fu Tinghan took it and looked inside, puzzled, "What’s this..."
Then he belatedly realized, his eyes widened, "Really, this can be made?"
"Even a radio can be made, as long as suitable materials are found, what can’t be made in this world?" Zhao Hanzhang said, "I don’t want to be pregnant for now, at least not until the world is settled, this is the best thod."
Fu Tinghan said, "I thought we’d use dicine..." He knew they weren’t suited for having children now, and he had consulted the Imperial Physician, knowing n could also use dicinal thods to prevent pregnancy.
"dicine harms the body, it can’t be used often." Zhao Hanzhang drew near, kissed him softly on the corner of his mouth, whispered, "We’ll use this first, if it doesn’t work, then we’ll see."
Fu Tinghan’s throat moved, he reached out to embrace her waist, responding softly, "Alright."
Zhao Hanzhang had a rare good sleep, and when she opened her eyes, it was already bright outside, the light penetrating through the window was even a bit glaring.
She turned her head to glance at Fu Tinghan beside her, still with his eyes tightly closed, but seeing his lashes tremble slightly, she leaned in to stare at his eyes, whispering, "Not awake yet?"
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