Fu Wei hugged Fu Xin and sighed lightly in his heart. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIf it is possible, let alone Fu Guogongfu, that is, the emperor wants to recognize Fu Xin as his daughter, how can he be willing to give it?

It's a pity that no, there are 10,000 reasons to pay the new one.

But there is no reason to keep Fu Xin by his side.

Although Fu Xin can't understand the world of adults, he also knows that this time, I'm afraid that she will really go out after all.

She called Fu Wei Daddy, but I was afraid that it wouldn't be long before.

It can't be said that Fu Xin feels wronged, but how can she be willing to do this? Knowing that she can't change it, Fu Xin can only cry. Moreover, Fu Xin faintly felt that this was the last time she cried.

Hiding under his father's wing, he cried without hesitation.

Only people who really feel sorry for you will care about your tears.

Fu Xin hugged Fu Wei and cried for a long time.

It wasn't until dinner time that Fu Weiqian instructed Fu Xin to take care of the injuries on his forehead before leaving.

After many days of trouble, it was finally settled.

On the tenth day of April, Fu Xin officially succeeded Fu Kuan and his wife as their daughter. On the genealogy of Fu Guogong's lineage, Fu Xin entered the name of Fu Kuan and Mrs. Zhao as a concubine.

The wound on Fu Xin's head was already healed, but it left a faint, light red scar. Fortunately, there is forehead hair, which is not too obvious. Fu Xin was a little uncomfortable in the end.

Who doesn't have a love for beauty?

What's more, at the age of nine, it is the time to love beauty.

The process of adoptive is extremely cumbersome.

A few days before Fu Xinda, he had to fast. Early in the morning of the tenth day of the new year, I began to bathe and change clothes.

Perhaps for fear of another incident, the Guogong Mansion did not invite guests.

Only the Fu clan in Beijing, the Wu clan, Mrs. Zhao's family, and a few families who are close to each other come to watch the ceremony.

Fu Yue also came. Today, the Lu family didn't let the girl come with them.

After returning from the Fu Guo Mansion last time, the two girls of the Lu family told Fu Yue in front of the old lady of the Lu family. Fu Yue has not had a good time these days.

Seeing Fu Xin, who was dressed in full costume, was introduced into the ancestral hall. There, only the descendant line can enter.

Fu Yue, who was full of hatred, glanced left and right, and saw that the attention of the people watching the ceremony was all on Fu Xin, so he withdrew without a trace. She lived in the Fu Guogong Mansion until she got married, and over the years, although there have been minor repairs in the Guogong Mansion, the big pattern has not changed.

It's late spring now, and the mothers-in-law and girls in the Guogong Mansion are all on the side of the ancestral hall. Besides, it's all in the kitchen, or in the antechamber, ready for the feast after the ceremony.

Occasionally, one or two little girls play with stones at the base of the wall or under the tree, or break the rope, or whisper.

I didn't care about Fu Yue who walked over.

Fu Yue turned left and walked right, and stopped at the gate of a small courtyard. On the gate of the courtyard, there is an uncolored wood-colored plaque with three large black characters. Fu Yue silently recited "Receiving Xingwan" in his heart.

It was Fu Yue's last life, and her biological mother, Aunt Gao's yard.

It doesn't look big on the outside, but it's a coat yard inside. Inside, however, it is extremely spacious.

Aunt Gao lives in the courtyard outside, and Fu Yue lives in the backyard.

At this time, it was morning. Compared to the bustle of the ancestral hall, it was as quiet as death. In broad daylight, the courtyard door was closed.

Fu Yue raised his hand and knocked on the door.

It stands to reason that there should be a mother-in-law who guards the door to answer. But after a while, it was as if no one lived in the courtyard, and there was no sound at all.

Fu Yue didn't feel strange at all.

Fu Liang told her that Aunt Gao is now leading the practice, and it has been ten years since she fasted and recited Buddha. In other words, after Fu Yue's accident, Aunt Gao started.

After Fu Yue heard this, she was not very moved.

Although Fu Liang said that Aunt Gao is like this, she wants to pray for Fu Yue in the next life and have a good background.

Actually, does it work?

Fu Yue sneered.

If she hadn't bought the ghost and swapped identities with Fu Xin, she would still be a concubine. It's not the same as crawling out of my aunt's belly?

Therefore, it is useless to ask for truth.

You have to earn everything by yourself.

Fu Yue raised his hand and slapped the door a few times.

After a while, a girl's voice said, "Who knocked on the door?"

Fu Yue said coldly: "Open the door, delay the business, and let you go around without eating." Where is there so much nonsense? Open the door, the prince asked me to come, I have something to do with my aunt. ”

The girl inside seemed to be a little unhappy, and muttered: "We know that today's prince and lady have a stepdaughter." What does this have to do with my aunt? Is it possible to let my aunt recognize her relatives?"

With a "squeak", the door opened.

Fu Yue saw a teenage girl and didn't recognize her. Fu Yue knew that this must be the person who waited by Aunt Gao's side after she left. The original people are just afraid that they have been almost sent away now.

When the girl saw Fu Yue, she didn't recognize it, but she was the girl next to the prince. He asked, "Is the prince in a hurry to find his aunt?" My aunt is reciting the scriptures, and it will take about a quarter of an hour to finish the work. In the past, people came and waited. ”

Fu Yue saw that the girl didn't let go, so she blocked the door. He asked with a calm face: "Who taught you the rules? Since I was sent by the prince, don't you say let me go into the house, but also stop at the main door to talk to me?"

The girl is not young, but she is just following Aunt Gao, and few people come to this courtyard on weekdays. Aunt Gao is kind and has never been harsh to the people around her, so the rules are unfamiliar.

Seeing Fu Yue say, he realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped out of the way and said, "Please inside." ”

When you enter the courtyard, the outside is prosperous, but inside it is a mixture of dead grass and new grass, and there are no flowers in the courtyard that can be seen, all covered with weeds.

The gauze for pasting the window seems to have not been changed for several years, and the broken places are mended with similar paper.

The whole yard gives people a sense of decadence and dilapidation.

Fu Yue sneered in his heart.

It seems that Aunt Gao has not changed over the years, and she is becoming more and more indisputable.

The girl led Fu Yue into the main hall.

Fu Yue stood under the eaves and didn't go in, but asked, "Which room is my aunt in?"

The girl pointed to the ear room, but did not make a sound.

Fu Yue asked again: "You are the only girl in this courtyard?"

The girl said: "When the slave came, there was originally a sister Fang, who got married at the age of marriage. The slave and the maid came alone. Some time ago, Aunt Liu's grandmother was reminded that she would send two more mothers-in-law and a few girls over. But Aunt Gao was disgusted with a lot of messy people and said that she liked to be clean. And so the matter was put aside. ”

"Close the courtyard door. Fu Yue commanded in a deep voice.

The girl went to close the door, and Fu Yue went directly into the room where Aunt Gao was chanting.

The sun is shining outside, and the heavy window screens and layers of patches in the house separate the house from dim and dark, and the fragrance is lingering. Then I saw a very thin woman with all white hair, kneeling in front of the high desk, holding a rosary in her hand, as if she had entered a space that only she could enter.

She was completely isolated from the outside world, so much so that when Fu Yue entered the house, the white-haired woman did not notice.

The thin lips of the white-haired woman were full of wrinkles, moving slightly.

That's not Aunt Gao, who else can there be?