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Chapter 12
The autumn rain drifted down incessantly, in the courtyard of a two-story house in Zhongnan City, on the high eaves of the four corners of the roof, half-crouching ceramic artisans carefully crafted flying birds and beasts, they were drinking the autumn rain, each one looked clean and moist. Under the corner space, a vegetable garden was planted in the well, under the wide eaves of the main house, a wide and comfortable recliner was placed.
Jiang Wanting and Ji Yan were outside the city that day, waiting for Chu Chui to catch up. Under his escort, they met Fang Zheng and his wife halfway, who had been waiting for several days. The group politely declined Chu Chui's offer to see them off and chose to follow the people from the Escort Bureau instead, heading towards Zhongnan together. When they arrived at the small courtyard in Zhongnan City, it was already early autumn, with gentle and continuous rain welcoming them. Jiang Wanting always felt that Zhongnan had a lot of rain, washing her wounded heart quietly day after day.
She gazed at the sleeping face, and saw a faint smile on Jiang Wan's mouth. She couldn't help but smile too, then her eyes fell on the thin body under the quilt, and her eyes reddened as she quickly turned away and walked into the room. Jiang Wan woke up from her nap, turned over and looked around, seeing two small cradles placed side by side beside her, with two babies about half a year old lying inside, both with bright eyes, playing and drooling on their own.
When Jiang Wan was about to pick up the children, she heard the sound of Mugen's footsteps. She immediately put down her hands and sat properly on the couch. Behind Mugen were two women, who looked at Jiang Wan carefully after passing by, then smiled and bowed to her. The older woman said: "Madam Jiang, I think you look better today than yesterday. Master has long told you to rest assured and let us help with things. After giving birth, your body has been weak and still can't be overworked."
After Muren Niang personally added two babies at home, her thoughts were all on the two babies. Upon hearing the woman's words, she naturally nodded happily and said: "I won't delay you from giving Feiyang Young Master and Lanlan Miss a bath, I'll go prepare their clothes." Muren Niang happily rushed into the room, her eyes didn't even stay on Jiang Wanru for a moment. Instead, it was the two women who looked at each other and smiled, saying: "No rush, the medicinal broth still needs to cool down a bit before they can soak in it."
Jiang Wanru had always thought that after marriage, the plot of getting pregnant with a child from another man would never happen to her. When she was in Wangfu, she carefully guarded against this possibility. Every time after an event, early in the morning, she would personally go to the pharmacy on South Street and drink the abortion medicine that had been prepared there. Who knew that despite all precautions, she couldn't escape this fate. After arriving at Zhongnan, she thought it was because of the exhaustion from traveling on the road, which caused her menstrual cycle to be delayed for a long time.
Jiang Wanru took the opportunity to have a heart-to-heart talk with her mother, while Mu Gen's mother was busy with household chores. The three of them were too busy to pay attention to her. She nodded at the old gatekeeper and left the courtyard alone, heading towards the neighbor's house on the left. As for getting along with the neighbors, Fang Zheng's mother and Mu Gen's mother had already taken care of it earlier. They knew about the businesses run by several families nearby. Among them were families with government officials, shop owners, and the most mysterious one was the family living closest to their left side, whose gate was always closed, but with a constant stream of guests arriving at the door, and luxurious carriages would occasionally stop in front of the house, with elegantly dressed men and women getting out.
After Jiang Wanmu looked clearly, she gently knocked on the door of the courtyard. The door creaked two or three times, and a middle-aged man came out. He was covered in dust and had a strong smell of medicine. He wiped his sweat and looked at Jiang Wanmu standing at the gate with some impatience, saying: "Miss, do you have something to say?" Jiang Wanmu pointed to the recruitment notice and said: "Sir, I can write, I'm here for the job." The middle-aged man looked around Jiang Wanmu, shook his head as he closed the door, and said: "You can't do this job."
At this time, I'm not worried that you'll break the door, but if you're too anxious, you might end up breaking your own hand and won't be able to write or have fun." Jiang Wanmu heard the middle-aged man's words and saw him closing the courtyard gate again. She quickly squeezed in sideways and turned around with a smile, saying to the middle-aged man with an angry expression: "Sir, let me try! If you can't do it, maybe my writing will impress your master. The owner of the bookstore in Beijing has seen my handwriting before and said it's good with bones and joints."
A middle-aged man led Jiang Wanmu into an open room, where various sizes of brushes were placed on the desk and pen holder. Jiang Wanmu's eyes sparkled as she looked at them. The middle-aged man looked at her silly expression and sighed, thinking to himself: "This is another fool who has come to our doorstep. However, it's unusual that this time it's a young lady. If the words that Master wants were so easy to write, then the recruitment notice wouldn't be constantly replaced with new ones, but instead would still be stuck on the gate repeatedly."
Man proposes, God disposes. I had a stomachache today, so it's late to update another chapter. Don't wait for the next chapter tonight, I'll try my best to write and upload it as early as possible tomorrow.
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