When Xiao woke up to Qian Yingming's residence, he saw him standing alone under the elm tree in the courtyard as soon as he stepped into the courtyard.

His back is as tall and straight as ever, and this upright always seems to reveal a stubbornness that would rather not bend. Xiao Xing, who had been recuperating from his injuries for more than a month and had never seen him again during the period, saw this back at first glance, but he was very clearly aware of his changes.

For a while, she couldn't say exactly what had changed, but she was slightly stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Money. Seeing that he had not noticed his approach, Xiao Xing stood ten paces behind him and shouted.

She just returned to the Liuli Pavilion to serve today, and who knew that she was sent to him to spread the word so coincidentally.

She didn't want to come, but secretly wanted to ask Xiaoxian to pass the word on her behalf, but Xiaoxian, who had always been easy to talk, found a very perfunctory reason to refuse her.

The reason why I didn't want to come was nothing more than ...... That thing.

Obviously, she has relented and acquiesced, but he has not spoken clearly...... Where did this put the face of the first-class maid next to her lady?

Therefore, she not only resented him in her heart, but also vaguely felt ...... Maybe he really didn't look down on himself, and if he had already heard the news that she had acquiesced in the matter, what kind of face would she have to come to see him?

Qian Yingming turned around and saw that it was Xiao Xing, and an uncomfortable look flashed on his face.

He staggered his gaze an inch before asking, "...... But what does the wife command?"

He didn't even want to look at her.

Because of his personality, even if he was a little disappointed, Xiao Xing's tone unconsciously cooled a little, "Mrs. Wang Jie wanted to see Mr. Qian, so she asked Mrs. to come forward to introduce her." The wife said that if Mr. Qian is willing to meet, it can be regarded as giving his wife some thin noodles, and if he does not want to meet, there is no big hindrance. ”

Qian Yingming was surprised, and subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"You go back to Mrs., I-"

Where his eyes touched, he suddenly met Xiao Xing's seemingly unwavering eyes.

He was inexplicably speechless, but what appeared in his mind was that Xiaoxing secretly found him that night and begged him to help rescue her father...... It was the first, only time he had seen panic and helplessness in her.

He righteously refused, and rebuked her for being ungrateful, and for turning her back on her master.

But after she repeatedly begged to leave, all he saw was her helpless and self-reproachful eyes.

He had never been fond of the wind and snow, but he was not a dull man, and since he had helped her that night, he had vaguely seen his heart under the cover of too many other things.

I don't know when a trace of affection has taken root in his heart.

couldn't wait for his next words, Xiao Xing frowned slightly, but he could see the dark and uncertain look in his eyes, and instantly thought of what he had experienced, the words with coolness...... But I couldn't say it anymore.

She originally came with anger, but now she couldn't help but say: "The past must always pass...... You can't just keep facing it. If you have no resentment in your heart, what are you afraid of? If you still have resentment and hatred, you can't bury it in your heart, but you are suffering and uncomfortable alone."

Qian Yingming, who was originally a little distracted, only reacted after a while that she was persuading herself.

The softness in her tone that couldn't be hidden seemed to be a little different from those sympathies......

It's more like empathetic distress and encouragement.

Sensing this, Qian Yingming looked at her a little blankly.

Looking at each other, no one avoided this time.

In a long time, a green elm leaf fell on his shoulder with a soft sound.

Qian Yingming's eyes moved, and his mind returned to his place, but he didn't mention Fang Cai's words, but asked her: "...... Are all the wounds healed?"

Xiao Xing lowered his head and said "um" softly.

……

"You're a good face. Mrs. Fu Heng sighed to Feng Jiwen.

Feng Jiwen withdrew her gaze from Mrs. Wang Jie and Qian Yingming in the pavilion not far away, but glanced at Xiao Xing thoughtfully.

She just looked at it like this and didn't say anything, but she had already seen that her face, which had always been known for her calmness, suddenly turned red behind her ears......

"Let's find a place to rest?" Mrs. Fu Heng looked at the water pavilion not far away, and said to Feng Jiwen with a smile.

Feng Jiwen nodded "Okay", while instructing the maid to prepare some tea, melons and fruits to send over, and specially told Mrs. Wang Jie and Qian Yingming to send a copy over.

"Look at your forced smile, it seems that I am too strong to be a person. As she moved, Mrs. Fu Heng sighed and asked, "But are you worried about the affairs of the concubine?"

The true identity of the concubine, she and Feng Jiwen have already tacitly understood it.

As a handkerchief handed over by the concubine in the past, Mrs. Fu Heng's worries were actually no less than Feng Jiwen's.

It's just that she has always been difficult to show her worries.

Feng Jiwen saw that the maids were all following from a distance, thinking that she had been instructed by Mrs. Fu Heng, so she said: "I have an opinion on the side of the concubine, but the concubine has always refused. ”

Mrs. Fu Heng is so transparent, she can naturally hear that her intention is not as simple as meeting the previous one.

But she didn't ask deeply.

After only a moment's thought, he said, "Why don't I give it a try—what if she gives me face?"

Feng Jiwen hesitated.

"I'm afraid I'm going to get involved with Madame. "The situation is really tense and sensitive.

Mrs. Fu Heng shook her head disappreciatively, and said with a smile: "Where is it so easy to be implicated? Besides, if it comes to friendship with her, I may lose half a point to you, but if you compare it from the years, I have known her for decades!

It's genuinely trying to help.

Feng Jiwen nodded slowly.

"Sooner rather than later, I'll leave this afternoon. If you have any important words, I will convey them to her one by one. Mrs. Fu Heng seemed to be sure that Concubine Guo would agree to see her, and solemnly explained: "Remember to speak harshly, and say both soft and hard...... She's a hard-hearted person, but she's not!"

Feng Jiwen wanted to laugh a little, but agreed with a teachable face.

The two of them walked to the water pavilion, there were already refreshments served, and the maids stood around, and it was inconvenient to talk about this matter in detail for the time being, so Feng Jiwen asked about the recent situation of the Eleventh Fujin.

Yongzhen's Fujin Fucha Jiafu is the eldest daughter of Mrs. Fu Heng, and since marrying into the palace, not only has she never enjoyed half of the honor, but she has been miserable everywhere. At present, Yongying has made a big mistake, and his identity dictates it, and he has to bear it together.

This was originally a sad matter, but Feng Jiwen recently heard that Fu Kangan repeatedly asked the emperor to take Fucha Jiafu back to Fu Heng's mansion to live temporarily on the grounds that Mrs. Fu Heng was too fond of her daughter and became ill with depression-