Moreover, the concubine thinks that she can see through Feng Jiwen's temperament, but Feng Jiwen's understanding of her is much more nuanced than ordinary people. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Jiwen knows that the concubine cherishes words like gold and never says useless words.

"Why did you suddenly ask about the battle situation in Yunnan?"

“……”

Concubine Guan moved the corners of her eyes slightly, and then said calmly: "I am also a citizen of the Qing Dynasty, but I am just worried about the country and the people." ”

Belch?

Worry about the country and the people.

Feng Jiwen felt that this answer was very inconsistent.

But it's also really indescribable that there's nothing wrong......

It's just that the strange feeling that something seems to have been missed in my mind suddenly pops up again.

This kind of inexplicable thought, from the beginning when the concubine said to her, 'I have never heard of the name of Qingzheng', has always remained in her mind, and it will always pop up from time to time.

The Qingzheng in the grandfather's mouth, the Qingzheng in the mouth of Fu Heng, and the Qingzheng in the mouth of the concubine who is reluctant to mention...... What's the connection?

Feng Jiwen was puzzled.

"The wind has changed. ”

Xiao Xian, who was standing under the porch of the hall, said.

Xiao Cha looked up at the gray sky with gray clouds, reached out to pick it up outside the corridor, and said, "Shouldn't it be raining?"

The mountain road is difficult, so don't rain heavily before heading back to the city.

As soon as the cold wind rose, Xiaoxian couldn't help but shudder and hugged her arms tightly.

It didn't rain, but as soon as lunch was set, fine snow particles drifted outside.

Hearing that it was snowing at the tea ceremony, Feng Jiwen hurriedly came out to see.

It was windy outside, and when you stood under the porch, you could feel something cold floating on your face.

Feng Jiwen, who has always been rare with this thing, was very surprised.

I couldn't eat a good meal, so I opened a window with the concubine and looked at the snow outside the window happily while chewing rice.

"This snow particle is better than stir-fried winter bamboo shoots. The concubine complained expressionlessly.

She really doesn't understand the wind and snow in the eyes of the little girls.

In her eyes, how can these unrealistic things compare to the joy of a snail Dai when she was young.

Because she was afraid that the snow would accumulate more and more, and the mountain road would be slippery and difficult to walk, she stopped lunch and urged Feng Jiwen to return to the city.

Feng Jiwen grinded in front of her for another half an hour before leaving with the two maids.

Before leaving, the concubine asked Mama Yu to fetch her a few boxes of fine fat powder that could not be bought outside, and said to her to the effect: Women should not only be for the sake of pleasing themselves, even if the husband is not around, they should not be disgraced and willing to fall.

Feng Jiwen couldn't understand how she was willing to fall when she picked up a decent and decent person.

But thinking of the high requirements of the concubine, he was also relieved.

The carriage left Jingyun Nunnery, and Feng Jiwen lifted the curtain to look out along the way, although it was a biting cold, but it was also difficult to stop the interest.

This pleasure lasted until after entering the city, when the carriage was suddenly stopped.

Hearing Uncle Ji's voice, Feng Jiwen ordered Xiaocha to lift the car curtain.

When she saw who the person who stopped in front of the car was, Feng Jiwen couldn't help but be stunned.

But there weren't too many surprises.

Although this is the mouth of the alley, it does not attract people's attention, but out of the alley is the market, and there are only a few such rude and bold people in the capital.

"And Mrs. ”

Fukangan sat on his horse and spoke coldly.

Although Feng Jiwen was no longer called by her name, the tone of her voice could already tell whether it was good or bad.

In the snowy weather, he was not afraid of the cold, and his royal blue round-necked robe was covered with a coat of wool sheepskin shoulders, and a thin layer of white accumulated on the shoulders, apparently waiting here for a while.

Feng Jiwen hadn't seen him with such a cold face for some time, but she didn't need to think about it, she already knew the reason why he turned his face again.

So I just waited for him to speak.

"I'll just ask you. Fukangan stared closely at Feng Jiwen who was sitting in the carriage, and asked almost word by word: "All the things in today's poetry meeting are related to you?"

"Since you are here, you must have made up your mind in your heart, so why bother asking?" Feng Jiwen said in a calm tone.

Even if everyone knew that today's events were deliberately arranged by her, she felt that she had a clear conscience.

"You're ......!"

Fukangan was so angry by her attitude that his face suddenly became gloomy.

What does it mean to ask more?

If it weren't for the fear that he would be impulsive and wronged her, would she really think that he could still talk to her so calmly!

In vain, he still has uncertain thoughts, for fear that he is prejudiced against her first, and then misunderstands her!

But she was so good that she was so righteous that she didn't even want to defend herself with him......

Fu Kangan couldn't tell whether he was angry or frustrated at this time, he looked at Feng Jiwen with angry eyes, and asked, "Why are you targeting Miss Jin Er everywhere? Where did she offend you? Is it just because she is better than you?"

Just because of the jealousy between women?

"What I'm targeting her for nothing is none of your business. Feng Jiwen knew that it was useless for him to say more about the reasons for this kind of entanglement, because he was afraid that he would not believe it at all, so he said: "Today's incident is indeed caused by me behind my back, but they who stand up and speak today do not have a word of falsehood in their mouths." ”

Even if it is the poem "Qihuai", if Jin Rongyue doesn't want to take it for herself, no one can force her.

Her approach may not be above board, but it does not hinder others, and she does not need to explain to outsiders.

"You don't think you are self-righteous!" Fu Kangan said angrily: "Those people don't know you, how do you know whether what they say is true or false? Do you know how today's incident will affect Miss Jin Er?"

Feng Jiwen was not emotionally affected by his usual anger.

Of course, she knew how today's events would affect Jin Rongyue.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to arrange it.

"Would you rather think that everyone is lying, and insist on believing that Jin Rongyue is innocent?" Feng Jiwen looked at Fu Kangan and asked, "Or do you want to convince yourself that she has always been innocent?"

"It's impossible for Miss Jin Er to do such a thing!" replied Fu Kang'an.

"That being the case, then I have nothing to say to you, and today's affairs have nothing to do with you, and I need not explain to you. ”

Feng Jiwen didn't say much to him anymore, and raised her hand to signal Xiaocha to lower the car curtain.

“……”

Seeing that the curtain of the carriage was lowered, blocking the situation inside and outside the carriage, Fukang Anwu gritted his teeth.

He still stopped in front of the cart and refused to give way.

"Uncle Ji, turn around. ”

He refused to let her, so she just had to go another way.

Looking at the carriage that turned around and drove out of the long alley, Fukangan's fingers holding the reins turned white.

He must have had something wrong with his brain today, so he came to ask her to verify the truth of the facts.

It's ugly!

…… (To be continued.) )