The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

Pei Jinzhi came back very late, smelling a little drunk.

Sang Wan untied his outer robe and just frowned slightly.

I've known him for so long, but this is the first time I've seen him drinking.

Cheng Buyu should have told him that it is not advisable to drink alcohol during acupuncture and medication; but he was so undisciplined.

Forget it, his body is his own, it’s none of her business.

She should be hoping that he would die soon.

"The gourd has its mouth sawed off? Why is it so quiet today?"

When Pei Jinzhi lowered his head, he saw her pretty nose tip, the down on it shone faintly under the sweat, and her skin was as delicate as a newborn baby, making people want to take a bite.

He was staring in a daze, and suddenly, the person in front of him looked up and bumped into his heart again.

"Master, why is your face red?"

Pei Jinzhi took a deep breath and avoided her inquiring gaze: "I drank too much."

"I'll send for some sobering soup right away."

Pei Jin groaned, walked into the warm room, took off his underwear and sat in the bathtub.

After meeting the Princess Jianing today, he recalled many past events and felt that the water beneath him was getting hotter and hotter, making him restless and anxious.

After showering and changing clothes, Sang Wan brought the medicine.

The medicine soup was black, sticky, bitter, and difficult to swallow.

He still used the silver needle to test for poison before handing it to Pei Jinzhi with both hands.

"My Lord, this is the malt sugar I made. You can hold one in your mouth after you finish the medicine."

Pei Jinzhi's mouth was bitter, but his expression was proud:

"A true man, standing between heaven and earth, should cultivate the righteous spirit of heaven and earth. Only by enduring countless hardships can he forge a body of iron. It's just ordinary bitter medicine, why bother with malt sugar?"

Sang Wan couldn't help but tremble the corners of her lips.

Haha, men are so stubborn when they’re drunk.

"You're right, Master. I can't do that. I once heard something that I thought was wonderful. It said that as long as you're willing to endure hardship, there's endless suffering to endure. So, I'm particularly afraid of bitterness and I love sweet things."

"Only women and villains are difficult to raise."

Pei Jinzhi picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, his brows drawn into a long black line.

Sang Wan didn't refuse him for his sake: "My Lord, this is the malt candy I made myself. Why don't you try it? If there's anything wrong with it, I'll improve it."

"You're being too nice for no reason." Pei Jinzhi glanced at her and picked up a piece of candy and put it in his mouth.

The sweet and sour taste is just right, instantly dissolving the bitterness in the mouth.

His brows relaxed again:

"Is it made of citrus?"

Sang Wan's eyes lit up. "Master, you have a keen eye! There are still many old oranges in the warehouse. The manager said that it's getting hot and they'll rot if they're left there any longer. So I took some and boiled them with rock sugar. How do you think it is?"

"It's okay." Pei Jinzhi remained indifferent.

Sang Wan chuckled:

"If you say it's okay, I'll take it as a compliment."

"Your face is like a city wall. Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Pei Jinzhi's lips curled slightly, and he picked up the teacup and rinsed his mouth.

Sang Wan was wondering how to start the conversation, but she didn't expect that he could see through her.

"It's not a big deal. It's just that Madam Sun said I can't write, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to keep account books in the future, so I thought..."

Pei Jinzhi took over the conversation and looked at her intently:

"You want to learn to write?"

Sang Wan nodded nervously.

To learn to write, go to the study.

The reasons are good. Does Thaksin believe it?

Pei Jinzhi was silent for a long time and was reluctant to speak.

"I promise I won't miss anything."

Seeing that Pei Jinzhi had not yet expressed his opinion, she immediately swore.

"I'm wondering who should teach you."

Pei Jinzhi's eyes were warmer than ever before.

"Anyone can teach me how to write."

Sang Wan wasn't picky. That wasn't her intention.

Pei Jinzhi seemed to take this matter very seriously:

"You have a soft temper. If you meet a strict person, you might get a beating. I'd better teach you myself."

Sang Wan had seen children in school who were spanked on their palms if their handwriting was not good, and were also spanked on their palms if they did not recite fluently.

The Master was indeed a harsh and terrifying creature.

But Pei Jinzhi taught her personally, which made her a little uneasy:

"Your Highness is very busy with affairs, so I think this little matter of mine won't disturb you, right?"

Pei Jinzhi glanced at her sideways:

"Why, are you afraid that I will hit you?"

How could Sang Wan dare to admit:

"No, no, I'm afraid I'll waste your time. I'm not very good at writing."

"Practicing calligraphy takes years and months, just as a rope saws through wood and water drips through stone. No one can write well from the beginning. Come, I'll teach you."

Sang Wan was shocked, "Now?"

"Right now. Come, wash your hands."

Pei Jinzhi prepared his writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Writing requires tranquility and piety, and the silence at this moment is just right."

Seeing him say that, Sang Wan couldn't refuse.

After washing her hands, she obediently followed him to learn how to write.

The diamond-shaped window is slightly closed, and the night sky is dotted with stars. The pomegranate outside the window has sprouted a few new buds, and orange-red petals are hanging on the branches, like small lanterns.

In front of the flowers, under the moon; the night is long, the shadows are paired.

"Hold the pen steady and lift it lightly. Stroke it like this, gently collecting the ink at the end. Look, is it done?"

Pei Jinzhi held her hand and demonstrated it again.

There was a faint herbal scent on her body, which was the result of years of immersion in medicinal herbs. It blended with her body fragrance, and was different from the scent of powder on ordinary women. It was very special.

Her fingers were slender, and her hand was shaking constantly when she held the pen for the first time. Pei Jinzhi couldn't bear it anymore and pressed his big hand on the back of her hand: "Hold it tight, don't shake it. The first stroke should be smooth, and the last stroke should be crisp. Writing is like being a person, you can't drag it out."

Sang Wan focused all his attention on his right hand, writing horizontal strokes, vertical strokes, and dots. After a few rounds, sweat broke out on the tip of his nose.

"I never thought that writing is more tiring than cutting medicine." She muttered.

Pei Jinzhi chuckled in her ear, and the hot breath made Sang Wan realize that they were very close.

Her face flushed crimson and her ears burned terribly.

Damn it, why did she get so scared?

"Which great calligrapher doesn't hold the pen like a knife? It's all based on years of endless practice. You're already complaining of being tired after just getting started?"

Sang Wan pouted and half-raised her face, just touching Pei Jinzhi's face behind her, with only a finger's width between them.

Their eyes met, and hers reflected the fire, sparkling and beautiful.

Pei Jinzhi couldn't take his eyes off.

The bells of the Jade Buddha Temple thousands of miles away seem to ring from the depths of my soul, buzzing loudly.

"I, I don't want to be a great calligrapher, I just want to be able to write."

Sang Wan lowered her eyes and silently kept some distance from Pei Jinzhi.

It was so close that she could hear her own heart pounding.

He must be feeling guilty, that's why he acts like this.

"Well, when I'm not around during the day, you can practice more in my study. I believe it won't take long before you can learn to write."

Pei Jinzhi cleared his throat and went to the shelf to look for books. "That's all for tonight. You can go down now."

Sang Wan put away his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone: "Yes."

Pei Jinzhi waited a long time after she left before he calmed down.

There's probably something wrong with him.

After being pure and unselfish for so long, everyone looks pretty to me.

Li Jiu knocked on the door and walked in.

"My Lord, the palace is fully secured. Effective immediately, we've tripled the manpower. Three shifts have been assigned to Lingyue Pavilion, where the county lady is staying, and they'll be patrolling non-stop around the clock."

Pei Jinzhi sat back in the armchair and regained his composure.

"Well done. Any news from the county government?"

"The Kang family should have dealt with the Second Young Master's involvement in the Sihai Casino. Lord Peng found a scapegoat and let him escape. The assassin's body was examined by the coroner. The county government dared not to mess around with this matter and has already submitted a letter to the Ministry of Justice." Li Jiu reported one by one.

"The second brother has only been in Fengshui Town for about a year, and this Sihai Casino has become his money bag. This matter cannot be delayed for too long. If it is too big to be solved, it will implicate the Duke's Mansion. You must keep a close eye on it."

"Yes!"

Li Jiumo rubbed his fists, unable to hold back any longer:

"The boss of Sihai Casino, Qi Bo, has been nailed down by his subordinates long ago. They are just waiting for the master's order."