Fu Nianjun stayed in the house for more than a month without going out under the pretext of a leg injury. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Winter is fast approaching, and this year's plum blossoms are a little earlier.

Fu Nianjun went to the yard to pick plum blossoms early in the morning.

"Why don't you sleep more ......?"

Fangzhu spoke while tapping the plum on the branches.

In previous winters, ladies were used to getting up late.

It's not that Fu Nianjun doesn't want to sleep, but he can't sleep.

There was a lot going on in her head.

Qi Zhaoruo stayed in Xijing for more than a month, and the eldest princess of the country sent him over to recuperate, I heard that it was because Zhang Tianshi of Wanshouguan had been preaching in Xijing in recent days.

The eldest princess still does not give up the idea of letting her son regain his memory, the fairy Buddha, as long as it is useful, she is willing to believe it.

The current Qi Zhaoruo, whether it is Zhou Yubai thirty years later, she has no way to confirm.

Fu Nianjun lifted the small basket of flowers in his hand to his arm.

In addition to this, there was one more thing that bothered her.

About Fu Yuan.

He helped himself on the day when the eldest princess came to provoke, in the end she owed him a favor, although people didn't mean to force her to pay it back, but the incident that Fu Nianjun remembered always came up, making her feel too awkward to do nothing.

It is now the twenty-eighth year of Chengtai, and Fu Kun's crisis has not yet come, but soon, in the twenty-ninth year of Chengtai, a major event will happen to Fu Xianggong's eldest son.

This incident almost ruined a young man with a bright future.

Fu Nianjun sighed.

Regarding Fu Yuan, what kind of reputation he left behind after thirty years, it's not that Fu Nianjun can't remember it, but people are often more willing to remember one ugly thing than everything else.

After Fu Kun's death, this person seemed to disappear from the world, whether he was dead or completely forgotten, no one knew.

In the future, when someone mentions Fu Kun's son, everyone only remembers that Fu Rong.

Fu Yuan, who can now hear people call him "Fu Dongge" wherever he goes, probably never imagined that the turning point of his fate would come so quickly and so quickly.

Fu Nianjun didn't pay attention to it, so he broke a plum branch.

"Lady, be careful!" Yilan hurriedly looked at Fu Nianjun's hand.

"No problem. ”

Fu Nianjun shook his head and heard footsteps behind him.

She turned around, it was Lu Chengyao, and he was also stunned when he saw Fu Nianjun, and turned his head slightly unnaturally.

This is also her uncle.

Fu Nianjun nodded at him.

Lu Chengyao turned his face back to her and said inexplicably: "It's cold, it's about to snow." ”

His voice is a little thick, and like his appearance, it is not as clear as a young man, but more mature.

Fu Nianjun smiled and said, "Yes." ”

Suddenly it was quiet.

Lu Chengyao didn't walk away or speak, and the atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward.

Fu Nianjun was a little unclear, in her eyes, Lu Wanrong was now the person she wanted to protect the most, so on the other hand, the people around Lu Wanrong, she would not show any obvious malice.

"Is Cousin Lu going back to Xijing for the New Year?" Fu Nianjun stopped picking plum blossoms, and came out with the flower branches, a few steps closer to Lu Cheng.

He took half a step back slightly, Fu Nianjun didn't take it to heart, seeing that Lang Jun, who was so frightened that he didn't take three steps back, was already bold.

Lu Chengyao cleared his throat, "There are still some things here, if you have time, you will naturally have to go back." ”

"What about Sanniang, is she with you?" Fu Nianjun frowned slightly.

Lu Chengyao didn't know why she frowned, what he thought in his heart was that she still looked better when she smiled.

Lu Chengyao was suddenly stunned again, and didn't answer her words for a long time.

But soon his expression returned to normal, nodded and said, "Yes, it is not convenient for her to go on the road alone." ”

"Hmm. Fu Nianjun lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

"Where is the second lady?" Lu Chengyao asked her.

Fu Nianjun replied smoothly, "I want to meet Sanniang." ”

"Just on the same road as me. ”

The two walked side by side to Lu's courtyard.

Fang Zhu and Yilan followed behind, and couldn't help exchanging strange looks.

When did you start to see Lang Jun who didn't run away and was willing to take the initiative to get close?

It's not been a day or two since this Lu family elder arrived at the house, but his current behavior is strange.

Fu Nianjun didn't think about it so much, she went to see Lu Wanrong.

There were some things she wasn't sure about, so it was even harder for her to speak.

She always remembered that her mother had a long-standing regret that she had not had time to return to her grandmother one winter to die for her.

Lu Wanrong almost grew up with her maternal grandmother, and her grandparents have a deep affection.

Fu Nianjun only remembered that her mother said that it was when she was fourteen or fifteen years old, and she didn't ask in detail.

Lu Wanrong in the room was plucking the pipa strings in a low voice, as if she had something on her mind.

Lu Chengyao raised his hand and clasped the fan beside him, and Lu Wanrong came back to his senses.

She was also a little surprised to see her brother and Fu Nianjun appear together, but soon she put down the pipa and walked quickly towards Fu Nianjun.

"Nianjun, your leg is healed? On such a cold day, it doesn't matter if you want to, do you wear the knee pads I made for you?"

Fu Nianjun smiled:

"I'm fine. ”

Lu Chengyao coughed with his fists clenched, he and his sister had always had nothing to say.

"I'll go first. ”

When Lu Wanrong saw him leaving, she wondered, "Why did you come here with my eldest brother?"

Fu Nianjun was even more strange: "Didn't your eldest brother come to you?"

The two looked at each other.

However, Fu Nianjun didn't have any thoughts about what happened to Lu Chengyao now, she sat down and gossiped with Lu Wanrong, trying to pull the conversation on her grandmother.

"Grandmother, my mother-in-law is very good, although she is old, she has always been in good health......

When Lu Wanrong mentioned her relatives, her eyebrows were full of tenderness.

Fu Nianjun didn't want her to leave regrets in this life.

It's not this year, it's next year, it's always good to go back more.

"I think this winter came early, I'm afraid it's not good, the old man is weak, and I have to pay attention to it from time to time, I heard the third brother say that he wants to transfer two pairs of ointment to my grandfather, it is a good prescription for the old lady, he was injured in his early years, and his knees and legs are the most unbearable in winter, do you want to?"

Lu Wanrong's face suddenly turned a little red, and Fu Nianjun really couldn't think of where she was worth blushing in the few words she had just said.

"Yes, yes...... That's fine, I'll send some to my wife too......"

The more she replied, the quieter her voice became.

"Yes, but I think you should write a letter back first and ask if there is anything worth noting and what can't be touched by the old man, and we can prescribe the right medicine. ”

If the old lady really has a headache and brain fever, she can still persuade Lu Wanrong to go back and take a look, if she is safe and sound, I hope she thinks too much.

Lu Wanrong's eyes flashed, and she was very grateful to Fu Nianjun, "Okay, Nianjun, I listen to you." ”