Feng Jiwen subconsciously looked at He Shen.

Qingchun is known to her, but she is a secret confidant who has never appeared in front of people after receiving Cheng Yuan's letter and was sent by He Shen to Fujian to secretly investigate the death of Chang Bao that year.

But which one is Ma Liu'er?

He Shen had already instructed Liu Quan to bring people to the study to see him.

After Liu Quan obeyed the order and retreated, He Shen took the initiative to talk to Feng Jiwen: "This Mrs. Ma Liu'er still doesn't know, he was the account office of my Amma's side, and he has followed Ama all the year round, and he has some talent, but he is a splash - after Amma's death, I went to the old house in Fujian to find him to collect the rent silver and Amma's relics from the local land purchased by Amma, but he tried his best to push back and deal with me, on the one hand, he complained to me on the grounds that many natural disasters have harmed the fields in recent years, and on the other hand, he couldn't take out the account book, because he saw that I was young and wanted to swallow all the things Amma had left. ”

Feng Jiwen didn't know what else happened to this past, so she only asked, "Then what happened?"

"I decided on the same day and sold all the property. ”

One is because he really doesn't want to be cheaper, and the other is that he had almost no money in his hands at that time, and even the coil to Fujian was borrowed from his uncle.

"Because of this, I became the first of the children of the Eight Banners in Beijing to sell their land and property, and I ended up as a loser. Speaking of these, He Shen had a joking tone.

Feng Jiwen didn't laugh with him.

She knew that in this dynasty, it was a very shameful or even 'loser' to sell the land left by her elders, but she was thinking more that he was only ten years old at the time, and he had such a determination not to leave a way back for himself when he was alone at a young age, and she didn't know what kind of warmth and warmth he experienced in the period after Chang Bao's death.

At this time, she regretted that she had not become 'Feng Jiwen' earlier, had not been able to come here earlier, and had not been able to accompany him to experience this with him earlier.

Feng Jiwen suppressed the many fluctuations in her heart, looked at He Shen, who had no waves on her face when talking about these past events, and only asked, "Then why did he come to Beijing at this time?"

He Shen shook his head.

He didn't know either.

But Qingchun was sent to investigate the cause of Amma's death that year......

The husband and wife looked at each other, and they both saw the same suspicion in each other's eyes.

After He Shen got out of bed and changed his clothes, he went to the study.

Feng Jiwen also went with him, but sat behind the screen and did not show up.

She vaguely saw the Ma Liu'er through the screen woven of fine yarn.

I didn't look at the face carefully, but I saw that he was short in stature, with one leg lame, and his dress was obviously very unsophisticated, and at first glance, it was very shabby.

It can be seen that life is very sluggish.

He was taken into the study and stood still, first looked around the furnishings in the study and the harmony on the seat for a long time, and then knelt down with a "plop".

"The slave hasn't seen the uncle for a long time, and he almost didn't recognize it......" His voice was a little frightened, and he wanted to hang his head lower to show his humility, but he couldn't help but look around with those eyes—when he entered the Jiyue Garden, he believed the rumors he had heard in Fujian, that 'He Shenhe, who had entered the military aircraft at a young age', was the young child who had fallen into the middle of the road, his parents had died, and he was wearing a washed white and ill-fitting robe to ask him for rent.

Now it's so unattainable.

"Mr. Ma has also changed a lot. The young man's voice was as light as the breeze came from above.

Ma Liu'er looked at his patched old cotton robe, as well as the right leg that was immobile, swallowed a little ashamedly, but said movingly: "I really don't hide it from the uncle, since the old man passed away, the slave has never thought of changing hands, and he is bent on being loyal to the uncle and the second master, but in recent years, the family has changed, and it is really difficult to get out, so it has been delayed until now......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Liu Quan, who was listening straight to the ear, with a smile: "Mr. Ma, our lord knows your loyalty!

Ma Liu'er's face turned red for a while, and she nodded curtly, and then she turned pale and made a somewhat cautious appearance.

"A few days ago, I learned that the master sent someone to secretly visit the old man who served by the master's side, and he had some questions about the emergency that the master suffered from back then, and the slave had been serving since the old man was sick, so he dared to enter Beijing and wanted to see the uncle ......in person."

He Shen let out an "oh" with a smile and nodded for him to continue.

"The master's illness is already strange...... At first, I invited Lang Zhong only to say that he had a cold and suffered from the cold, but he took medicine according to the prescription, but it was not as good as a day, but after three or four days, people were so alive and dead......" he said, and even shed tears.

"I know all of that. He Shen still had that expression, and there was no change in the slightest.

These were not what he wanted to hear.

is obviously not what Ma Liuer really wants to talk about.

"Uncle, do you still remember that the death of the master was the year of the saint's first southern tour?"

"Naturally remember. ”

Ma Liu'er clenched his sweaty palms, and his voice became much lower: "That year, the holy driver stayed in Fujian for ten days, and there was a Nala Niangniang who didn't have that time...... The cousin who was on an errand in the minion told the slave that the lady was also infected with the wind and cold at first, and a group of accompanying imperial doctors failed to save their lives......"

Feng Jiwen frowned behind the screen, full of thoughtful looks.

Nala ......

The Nala clan, who was supposed to sit on the queen's throne in history but disappeared early, actually contracted a cold and died on the way to the south.

What kind of "wind and cold" can be so devastating.

Through the screen, she only heard He Shen ask, "What else?"

"And, there's...... Before the old man fell ill, he hurriedly drew up an excerpt one day to go to the face saint, and before he was about to go out, he was stopped by Lord Yu Minzhong, who came to visit. The master and Lord Yu went to the study together, and talked for a long time behind closed doors, but after Lord Yu left, the master did not mention the matter of going to face the saint again...... After two days, I vaguely remembered that the old man's face had not been very good, and two days later, when he wanted to face the saint again, his body had been crushed by the wind and cold......"

Inevitably, these words were originally intended to rot in his stomach all the time, until he heard that He Shen was not what it used to be, and he was in the limelight, and he opened his mouth after many years with the idea of asking for merit and reward.

Behind the screen, Feng Jiwen came back to her senses and looked at He Shen who was sitting behind the bookcase.

He was still sitting upright, and all that was left for Feng Jiwen at this time was a vague silhouette of his face, and as for his expression, he couldn't read it carefully at all.

After leaving the study, the husband and wife walked side by side, with two hands tightly clasped together in their wide sleeves.

Before returning to the hall, Xiao Xing came forward to salute, holding a letter in his hand.