(April 20, 4,000 words)

Her branch and Eniang's branch seem to be the same.

He probably didn't think there was anything in normal times, but today in Shuchun Garden, he heard that his mother had spoken out to relieve Feng Jiwen, and he seemed to be very close to her, so his feelings were completely different at this time.

It had been on his mind for a whole day.

Seeing that he seemed to be wandering, Mrs. Fu Heng couldn't help frowning.

Seeing this, the grandmother on the side smiled and reminded: "Third master, what did Madam ask you about!"

Fukangan said: "After the flowers will disperse, I was dragged by the eighth master and the eleventh master to stay in Shuchun Garden to shoot willows, and then played chess and ate tea, so I came back late." ”

"Really?" Mrs. Fu Heng looked at her son and asked, "You only accompany the eighth master and the eleventh master in Shuchun Garden?"

Hearing this, Fukangan immediately confirmed his inner guess.

E-niang let herself come over, and then withdrew the maids, and sure enough, she had something to say to him.

But he still had no choice but to say: "People come and go in the garden, and after most of the day, my son can't remember who he has seen...... I don't know what E-Niang means by asking?"

Seeing this, Mrs. Fu Heng snorted lightly, and said in a displeased tone: "Knowingly asking." ”

Fukangan lowered his head.

"You kid, you're really getting more and more helpless. Mrs. Fu Heng looked at her son with a bitter face and said, "Yaolin, how many times has E-Niang told you, that second girl of the Jin family is not suitable to be provoked, why do you always refuse to listen? You are in Shuchun Garden, but you have met with her in private again? If this matter gets out, where will you let me and you Ama put their faces?"

Things are punctured. Fukangan no longer made useless excuses, but his mood became extremely bad in an instant, he looked at the woman sitting on the chair, frowning lightly, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows for a while, and asked, "Eniang, why are you always prejudiced against Miss Jin Er?"

He couldn't even find a trace of fault with Miss Jin Er. Such a good girl with both talents and appearances, why doesn't Eniang like it?

repeatedly warned him to stay away from Miss Jin Er.

I really like it. How can it be far away?

He always wanted to get close to her and get to know her. And every time he got to know her, he became more and more fascinated by her.

This feeling is like being poisoned. Knowing that getting too deep will inevitably affect you. But I can't help but continue to indulge.

"Prejudice? What kind of prejudice can E-Niang have against her, a little girl who has not had much contact?" Mrs. Fu Heng was almost laughed at by her son, but the son she gave birth to, no matter how confused she was, she had to teach and persuade patiently: "Regardless of whether Eniang likes her or not, just say that she is going to enter the palace draft this year, you meet her in private now, if it spreads, not only will our Fu Heng Mansion have no face, even if it is their Jin family." There will inevitably be trouble. Yaolin, can't you even tell the difference between this and the severity?"

"E-niang. I ......"

As soon as the word draft was mentioned, Fukangan felt upset, and after he finished for a while, he said: "She was also forced to enter the palace draft because of her family, not out of her original intention." ”

Not intended?

I'm afraid it's not likely, right?

Mrs. Fu Heng sneered with some disdain in her heart, and she had already seen the tricks of the little girl clearly-where was this reluctance to enter the palace draft, this was obviously because she was afraid that she would not be able to get a good result, so that she would go back to her son to pick up the stubble.

This trick coaxes her son to forget it, if she wants to deceive her, she is still tender.

"E-Niang has lived for most of her life, who hasn't seen it?" Mrs. Fu Heng's eyes were bright and precipitated, and she said to her son: "Many people and things are not necessarily what you see and imagine. There are very few people in this world who are the same on the outside. You trust other people's words and deeds so lightly, have you ever thought about them or have other plans?"

She didn't say it too bluntly.

But Fukangan still understands.

He defended Jin Rongyue almost uncontrollably: "Although Miss Jin Er's personality is a little cold and arrogant, it is just because of her personality, Eniang doesn't know much about her, how can she be judged to be inconsistent?"

Suddenly thinking of today's Shuchun Garden, he couldn't help but add another sentence: "In the eyes of Eniang, what is called the same on the outside and the inside? Isn't it necessary to be like Feng Jiwen to be able to enter the eyes of Eniang? That's right, she is indeed a rare ...... on the outside and on the inside."

It's so unreasonable and annoying from the inside out.

Isn't it true that the outside is the same?

"You kid!" Mrs. Fu Heng's face sank immediately when she heard this, and she scolded: "E-Niang just warned you a couple of sentences, it's good for you to put on a face with E-Niang here, and even say something to step down on others-is this what a man from our Fucha family should be!"

When did you start learning the bad things!

Fukangan was red-faced and red-eared by her.

What he just said...... It does seem like it's a bit excessive.

You shouldn't use that tone to contradict your mother.

But is there anything wrong with his words?

Fu Kangan didn't think that there was anything wrong with his words, but just reflected on his attitude, and after a while, his mood calmed down, and he immediately admitted his mistake to Mrs. Fu Heng.

Fang Cai's son spoke recklessly, which made Eniang displeased. He said a little bit of truth and falsehood: "My son knows his mistake, please punish my mother." ”

Although he had a somewhat 'protective' mentality as soon as he encountered something about Jin Rongyue, he still didn't dare to disobey the family education in Fu Heng's mansion who respected his elders.

Regardless of the reason, his behavior of contradicting Eniang is indeed inappropriate.

"It doesn't matter how E-Niang thinks of her. Mrs. Fu Heng's face was a little stern, and she looked at her son and said: "The important thing is that whether she is willing or not, it is inevitable that she will enter the palace draft." In that case, you should not have any more dealings with her. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about our Fu Heng Mansion. You, Amma, have been busy with the court lately, so don't make any more trouble for him at home. ”

Since it doesn't make sense to talk about it well. Then it's just that.

When she said this, Fukangan could only come down.

It's just that it should be on the surface, but what it thinks in the heart is unknown.

And that's the end of it. E-Niang doesn't want to talk to you a second time. You've been tired all day, and it's not too early now, so go back early and rest. ”

Fukangan did not rush to say goodbye and leave, but asked her: "I see that Amma seems to be a little tired recently, I wonder if I am still worried about the conquest of Burma?"

His family is not an ordinary woman in the back house who only understands the flower housekeeper, and even knows some things in the court better than him.

"The conquest of Burma has been decided. Nothing more to worry about. Speaking of this, Mrs. Fu Heng sighed lightly.

The excerpts drafted were in preparation for the battle.

"Really?" Fukangan's eyes lit up. Immediately said: "I'll go and ask Ama to take me to Yunnan with me!"

"Nonsense!"

Seeing that he really turned around to leave, Mrs. Fu Heng immediately stopped in a deep voice: "This expedition to Burma will inevitably take advantage of Burma's provocation to fight for protection, but the emperor has been planning for a long time. One can imagine the danger -- should you still be the same as the last time you fought against Xiaojinchuan? Now you are learning things in the government school. On the other hand, he also hung up his post in Shangyu's spare place, and it should be the time to gain a firm foothold in Beijing, so what can he do on the battlefield at this time?"

Fukangan was so blocked by her words that he couldn't speak, but he still refused to give up.

"But ......"

He only had time to spit out the word "but".

"If you really refuse to listen to E-Niang's words, E-Niang will find a matchmaker to come to your door tomorrow to discuss your marriage, do you believe it?" Mrs. Fu Heng made a killer move.

This trick really tried repeatedly, and Fukangan immediately took the soft.

If you don't go, you won't go, what kind of skill is it to scare him with this?

Sometimes E-Niang really doesn't look like an elder when she looks horizontally and vertically. The net will use these sideways methods to cure him......

Fukangan left the upper room in a huff.

Mrs. Fu Heng sighed with her grandmother: "In the past, I felt that he was the most shrewd among the four sons, but now I can see." This look at people's eyes is not as good as Cheng Zhai, who is five years younger than him!" Although her youngest son Fu Chang'an is only eleven years old, he also knows how to distinguish between good and evil.

"I lost the watermelon and picked the sesame seeds, and I thought I had good luck, which is ...... Who are they? "Thinking of that 'talented and good-looking' Miss Jin Er, she felt that her brain hurt.

"The third master has not experienced much in the end. Mama smiled and persuaded on the side: "Who can not be confused when they are young, and a few innocuous shortcomings? Besides, no matter what you say, isn't our third master still the most top-notch among these Eight Banners disciples today?"

"You don't lift him less. If it weren't for the shadow of his ancestors, just his temperament would have ruined his future many times......" Mrs. Fu Heng said this, but she still couldn't help laughing: "But you are the best at saying good things to make me happy." ”

Mama, who was about the same age as her, just smiled when she heard this.

"But when it comes to Yaolin's family affairs, it is indeed a headache......" Referring to this, Mrs. Fu Heng couldn't help but sigh a little: "The eldest and second are both princesses of Shang, and it stands to reason that Yaolin should also be ...... But now Jiafu's fate has also fallen in the palace, and it is only a matter of the second half of the year. Yaolin is now at the age of discussing relatives, no matter how vast the grace is, there is no reason to be so close to each other. ”

But now the princess of the right age in the palace still has a He Jing who didn't recruit a horse......

The emperor didn't have an accurate word for a long time, and he couldn't figure out what it meant.

So Yaolin's family affair is not ordered, nor is it not.

"I knew that this was the case now, I should have agreed with Fu Heng to push the boat down the river, and promote the relationship with Yinglian Mansion ......as soon as possible" She sighed, full of regret: "It's really a creation to make people." ”

"Madame, don't say that. Mama smiled on the side: "Miss Feng will call you again, but now she is also Mrs. He, you like to like, but you have to change the way you like it." ”

"Hey, I'm just going to say it in front of you, if you really want to put it aside, wouldn't it be a joke for nothing?"

"The slave knows that the lady is a person who understands. ”

……

The next day, Feng Jiwen went to Jingyun Nunnery.

Today's sky is not very good, since the early morning foggy, waiting for most of the noon, can not see the shadow of the sun.

Feng Jiwen rubbed the concubine's shoulders and legs again, and said good things, grinding her for an hour.

She was grinding a rare chess game from the Ming Dynasty with the concubine.

She had seen this chess game in the concubine's room by chance, and it was very rare, but as far as she knew, the concubine never played chess.

"Count the cost of your toil for serving me this morning. The concubine who was reclining on the couch took out a silver ingot and pushed it in front of Feng Jiwen, and said lightly: "Put away the silver, and the chess game is not to be discussed." ”

Feng Jiwen looked at the silver ingot in front of her in astonishment.

What does that mean?

Insult her with silver?

Although a pengot of silver is enough to send her away in normal times, she is not one to change her principles for the sake of this little money.

She's here for a purpose.

What is unacceptable is ...... Listening to the concubine's tone of 'taking money to eliminate disasters', it seems that she didn't plan to give her chess games from the beginning?

Why didn't you say it in the first place?

I had to let her work hard and pound and pinch here for a whole hour before she said no!

Isn't this a different way to entertain her?

Taifei, I didn't expect you to be such a concubine!

It's really disappointing.

Feng Jiwen, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the couch and waiting for the concubine, fell on the concubine's body as soon as her body was crooked, hugged her waist and begged: "Good things should be used to the fullest, and if you don't play chess, give it to me......"

"Aren't you also not playing chess?"

"I ...... I use it to my senses. ”

"I'm also useful. ”

"What's your use?" Feng Jiwen asked, looking up from her waist.

Concubine Zhengde said with a serious face: "Put it at the head of the bed to ward off evil spirits." ”

Feng Jiwen: "......"

In the face of such a convincing answer, what else can she say?

"How about you borrow a copy from me?" she took a step back and discussed.

This time, the concubine was very generous, "If you ask yourself if you have the patience, go and copy it." ”

The contents were meaningless to her, all she wanted was this old book, these dozens of pages of yellow paper.

Feng Jiwen sat up cross-legged and thanked Concubine Guo for a thousand moments.

But when she really took the chess game from Mama Yu's hand and opened it to look at it, her fingers trembled.

Not to mention the cumbersome annotations, just the dense pages and the intricate layout of black and white were enough to surprise her.

This one by one according to the drawing, dozens of pages, how long do you have to draw?

If you can say it, you must do it on your knees.

After lunch, Feng Jiwen spent a whole afternoon copying this chess book, and she copied it from her eyes to her arms to her waist, and everything was sore.

Painting this thing consumes not only time and body, but also needs to be focused at all times, otherwise if you make a mistake, you will have to redraw.

She was barely half of it.

In the evening, the rain outside turned heavier, and a few spring thunders fell, and it turned into a torrential rain.

It's rare to see such heavy rain in spring.

Going back to the city became a hassle. (To be continued.) )

PS: 10,000 words over!

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It's not necessarily necessary to update tomorrow.,Let's brush the update at night as usual~ During the supplemental update, I can't save the draft, so the time can't be determined.,Understand~