As the carriage made its way back towards the Su residence through the streets, the night market outside the curtains remained bustling. Remembering the address for [Complete Book God Station], mobile users can enter it to: \[Complete Book God Station] to read high-quality literature for free. Su Tan'er sat on the inner seat of the carriage, looking down and sorting through some papers and receipts, with a small wooden box for the receipts placed beside her. The young woman's posture of sitting with her legs together appeared elegant and refined, and of course, compared to the three little maids, she seemed much more mature. Someone accustomed to giving orders naturally possessed a certain aura. While sorting, she was also talking to Ning Yi.

"...In that case, I'll still have to pay my respects to grandfather tomorrow morning, so I won't be going out. As for you, Husband, please come back as early as possible after your morning exercise... Oh, right, the kitchen is preparing your favorite mung bean noodles for breakfast tomorrow..."

Today was the Lantern Festival, and she had already spoken with the old master in the evening, but with the matter of this *Qing Yu An*, she would probably have to see him again tomorrow. After saying this, Su Tan'er couldn't help but smile.

"Husband is always so surprising, it's too frightening."

After reaching a preliminary understanding with Ning Yi over the past month, she naturally no longer viewed him with her previous eyes. However, this poem tonight still exceeded her expectations. She was stunned for a long time when she first saw it, wondering where the bottom line of this strange husband's abilities lay. However, she didn't show any signs of surprise after meeting Ning Yi. At this moment, she was organizing the receipts while speaking softly, her attitude calm and composed. Of course, these small actions of quietly organizing things instead of looking at Ning Yi were also her small methods to minimize her emotional fluctuations.

They returned to the Su residence in this way, passing through courtyard after courtyard. Su Tan'er still had to go to her father's place, probably for some matters agreed upon with someone in the evening. She turned to Ning Yi and said, "Husband isn't asleep yet, right?"

Ning Yi nodded. Su Tan'er smiled and said, "I'll bring you something when I get back later."

"What is it?"

Su Tan'er blinked her eyes: "It's a secret."

The things to discuss with Su Boyong were probably not many. Before long, Ning Yi, standing on the second-floor corridor and catching the breeze, could see Su Tan'er and her group carrying lanterns from that courtyard in the distance. Seen from afar, the figures seemed small, and the light of the lanterns occasionally disappeared behind low walls and trees, then reappeared from the corner. The side door a little further east was probably more lively. Carriages and horses were returning from that direction at midnight, and the lights gathered there, then moved in patches and dots towards various parts of the Su residence.

The small courtyard was still as quiet as before. The main family was not thriving, and this area was not bustling. After a while, Su Tan'er and the three maids also returned, and light footsteps sounded below.

Xiao Chan ran past downstairs, yelling and shouting, and looked up to see Ning Yi, making a puffy-cheeked face with squinted eyes, then ran into the small room to boil water. Su Tan'er, who came upstairs, carried a bundle in her hand and gently walked to the side of the pillar, pressing the bundle against the railing.

"Thousands of times I searched for her in the crowd, then suddenly turning my head... she was there, where the lanterns flicker." She recited softly but deliberately, glanced at Ning Yi after a moment, and then smiled, "Xiao Chan said you were looking for a powerful female assassin."

"Yes, unfortunately, I lost her."

"Then why did you still write 'where the lanterns flicker'?"

Ning Yi shrugged: "What can I do? The poem can only be written this way... It wouldn't be good to write something like, 'Suddenly turning my head, the person is gone,' it wouldn't rhyme." He was actually quite sorry that the female assassin had run away.

Su Tan'er covered her mouth lightly and laughed uncontrollably on the bundle, then said, "Sometimes when I hear you tell stories, I have a vague feeling. Husband, are you really yearning for those Green Forest chivalrous deeds?"

"I don't want to be a knight-errant, I just find things like Qigong and internal energy interesting." Ning Yi didn't hide it, shaking his head, then pointed downstairs, "To be able to jump from down there to up here with a *whoosh*, and then punch through a wall with one punch. I heard someone can do that, so I find it interesting. Today, Xiao Chan and I saw that female assassin, and she was also very powerful, presumably she really has this ability, a sudden burst of power, unlike ordinary people."

Su Tan'er nodded: "I've heard of it too. But in recent years, when I went to other places, accompanied by Geng the guard, I occasionally heard some stories about Green Forest strongmen, but not many of the things you mentioned. Even the criminals captured by the government are just burly men, relying on brute force and ruthlessness. There are also some Taoist priests and the like, but they use some talisman water and tricks to deceive people. I've learned a little, so I don't believe it. To really say that after practicing internal energy, one becomes like an immortal, there are too few, and I've heard that it all requires starting to practice from a young age, and it takes more than ten years to achieve success. Even if you find it now, Husband, I'm afraid it's a bit late..."

As she spoke, she laughed again, looking at Ning Yi's expression, with a hint of schadenfreude. She was not one to believe hearsay. If she had the opportunity, she would have to get concrete proof before giving up on this interesting matter. Husband obviously wouldn't just let it go after hearing about it. Regarding the 'thousands of times I searched for her in the crowd,' she only thought of it as the husband's association when he was looking for someone at the time, and didn't pay attention to it anymore, turning the topic to other things.

"I also heard Xiao Chan mention just now that you were at the Old Rain Tower, and not only Xue Jin, but Uncle Chonghua was also there? He asked you not to refuse and show off your talent?"

Su Tan'er was who she was. Upon hearing Xiao Chan mention the scene at the time, she naturally understood Su Chonghua's intentions. At this time, getting the answer from Ning Yi's smile, she also turned her head and smiled helplessly, then turned back and said, "What are your thoughts, Husband?"

"Hmm?"

"If you're not interested in that small academy, I'll talk to Uncle Chonghua tomorrow." Su Tan'er smiled, "If you like that small academy, I'll find grandfather to talk about it tomorrow."

The head of Yushan Academy was Su Chonghua, but in reality, it had always been managed invisibly by Second Uncle Su Zhongkan, with a relatively detached status in the Su family. But generally, people would still think that it was a place that leaned towards the second branch. In the past, Su Tan'er would not have asked Ning Yi about these things, but at this time, if Ning Yi was really interested, she was confident that she could work with Ning Yi to get it from grandfather. Ning Yi smiled and shook his head: "It's enough to just teach a little, I can't stand too much trouble. You also know that I usually don't like this or that kind of invitation and socializing."

Su Tan'er nodded: "Then I'll talk to Uncle Chonghua... Actually, speaking of which, although Uncle Chonghua is not good at teaching children, he is quite capable of handling things. He is the head of the academy, and you will be leisurely there. Oh, right, this is for you..."

After saying that, she handed the bundle she had brought to Ning Yi.

"What is it?"

"Some clothes, hats, socks, and shoes."

After Su Tan'er finished speaking, she smiled and turned to go downstairs. Ning Yi looked at it: "Oh."

He took the bundle downstairs and opened it on the table. It was indeed some clothes, shoes, and socks. He picked them up to take a look. Xiao Chan knocked on the door outside, then came in furtively holding a wooden basin filled with hot water, and closed the door again: "Son-in-law, wash your face. Oh, Miss brought you the clothes?"

"Yeah." Ning Yi walked over to wash his face. Xiao Chan poked him on the back with her finger: "Son-in-law, son-in-law, did Miss mention the female assassin to you?"

"You told Miss everything?"

"Ah? Didn't I?"

Ning Yi washed his face and turned around, seeing Xiao Chan's anxious look, he smiled: "She did, what are you thinking about?"

"Son-in-law, think about it, if Miss didn't tell you, doesn't that mean Miss took this matter to heart? Then I shouldn't have said it." Xiao Chan breathed a sigh of relief at this time and smiled, "But I knew it long ago, Miss is not such a person... But next time, son-in-law, don't write such misleading sentences, I was hesitant for a long time just now, I was afraid that Miss would misunderstand, but I didn't dare to explain to Miss that son-in-law had nothing to do with that female assassin, and writing the poem shouldn't be referring to her either. If I explained, Miss would overthink it, but if I didn't explain, what if Miss thought about it herself? And then... Ah..."

The little girl babbled and babbled anxiously beside him. Ning Yi couldn't help but smile and flick her forehead: "You're just overthinking."

Xiao Chan covered her forehead: "That's right, a maid has to think of everything, I'm very smart, hee..." The little girl was worried about Ning Yi getting hurt if he went to find the female assassin, and then worried all the way about whether to tell or not, and after telling, she started worrying about the relationship between Ning Yi and Su Tan'er. At this time, she finally put her mind at ease and boasted a little, and then asked: "Did son-in-law try on the clothes?"

"No, I'll try them on tomorrow."

"No, these were all made by Miss for son-in-law."

"Uh?" Ning Yi was stunned, looking at the clothes, "I seem to have seen the fabric a few months ago..."

"Miss started making them a few months ago." Xiao Chan spread out the long robe and held it against Ning Yi, "The new fabric from June last year, I even measured son-in-law's size at that time, because Miss said that she had to make two sets of clothes for son-in-law every year, but Miss is often busy and doesn't make them quickly. She originally said she would give them to son-in-law during the New Year, but she changed the lining a few days ago, so it came to be the Lantern Festival..."

"You've made two or three sets already." Ning Yi pointed to the wardrobe next to him.

"Those were made by the weavers in the mansion. One set was made by Xiao Chan, Juan'er, and Sister Xing'er. This set was made by Miss herself... Oh, right, son-in-law, sit down, try the shoes."

Ning Yi smiled, looking at the long robe. Xiao Chan squatted there to change his shoes, and said softly: "Son-in-law... Will son-in-law always remember that Miss left on the wedding day?"

Ning Yi looked at her: "What are you thinking about again?"

"Nothing, actually I think Miss is very good, although... although leaving that time was a little bit bad for son-in-law, but she didn't know what kind of person you were at that time. She was very busy in June, but even so, after she thought about it, she decided to make clothes for son-in-law, because we are a family. She said that since she is already son-in-law's wife, she always has to sew two sets of clothes, shoes, and socks for son-in-law every year. Actually, Miss's needlework is not very good, and the needlework of me, Juan'er, and Sister Xing'er is not very good either. Some parts of son-in-law's clothes were made by weavers. But Miss didn't, and sometimes she pretended to talk to the weavers in the mansion and shop very casually, and then asked for some tips, because Miss didn't want people to gossip. Juan'er and Sister Xing'er said it was very interesting. So it took more than half a year to make these things..."

Ning Yi laughed,

Looking at the clothes, then looking at Xiao Chan squatting there for a while, he reached out and messed up her hair good-naturedly: "You just keep saying good things about your Miss in front of me..."

This time Xiao Chan didn't dodge, raised her head, and smiled cutely and confidently: "Because Miss is really very good."

"I know, I know..."

"I'll help son-in-law put the clothes away."

The night was deep. After a while, Xiao Chan also left the room. Ning Yi read a few pages of a book in the room. When he got up and opened the window, the lights were still on in the window of the opposite room. Su Tan'er's figure was buried there organizing receipts and account books, writing something. The shadow was reflected from the window, focused and serious. The beginning and end of the year were the busiest times for merchants, and this situation would probably continue for a while...

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The little plot segment of "One Night Fish Dragon Dance" is finally done. The next chapter will start to not be lazy and use new chapter names. For this plot that Banana is relatively satisfied with, please recommend votes ^_^

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