After a night of rain, the cool breeze suddenly rose, the streets and alleys were full of fallen leaves, and the capital Jinling actually entered autumn overnight.

Fu Jun lifted the curtain, the sparse drizzle soaked through the curtain, a trace of coolness suddenly crossed his cheeks, and an air with the smell of some earth and grass instantly filled the car.

However, she didn't notice any of that.

She stared in the direction of the carriage, and in the drizzle and twilight, a few stars could be faintly seen, and the black ships were like iron beasts moored in the water, and the high masts pointed to the sky.

"It's coming soon." A deep voice sounded, and then a pair of large warm hands came over and gently held her hand.

The curtain was closed, and the rain was kept out of the window, along with the night that was about to expire.

Fu Jun leaned behind him, and his voice was like rain outside the window, clear and soft: "Don't worry. ”

Meng Yuan didn't speak, only clasped her hand tightly.

Fu Jun found a comfortable position in his arms and closed his eyes gently.

Her guess was right, those fish that slipped through the net really all infiltrated the Pujia Palace, and they have been fighting against the officers and soldiers since last night, and the third princess Liu Ni has really become a proton in their hands.

Because the matter involved members of the royal family, the matter had already been heard by He Jingbian, and Liu Yun also returned to the palace overnight last night to deal with it personally. What's worse is that Concubine Zhang Xian got the news out of nowhere, knowing that Liu Ni was taken hostage by the rebels, and even though she was alarmed, she gave birth to a baby girl in less than a month.

The fifth princess of the Han Dynasty was born, but the atmosphere in the palace was still depressing. The third princess Liu Ni was still in the hands of the other party, and although the Han Dynasty naval army surrounded Jiang Xinzhou, they did not dare to make the slightest move.

Until this afternoon, He Jingbian personally brought back a message: That person was named to see Fu Jun.

It's not about exchanging the three princesses for the county lord of Yongyi. Nor did he want to take one more hostage, that person said that he just wanted to talk to Fu Jun alone, the time and place were determined by them, and after talking, he would consider the third princess as appropriate.

This request can be seen as the person having no fear, relying on the third princess to make a request indiscriminately. It can also be used as a precursor to surrender. After all, he is willing to negotiate, which shows that he is not crazy enough to ignore Cheng dù.

However, Fu Jun didn't think so in his heart.

The psychological journey of that person over the years. She had done simulations and speculations. Fu Jun believes that his request at the moment is more due to some shortcomings in his heart, which are likely to be some shortcomings that he can't make up for in his life, and he hates and entangles them so much that he can't get rid of them as long as he thinks about them.

He wanted to talk to Fu Jun, perhaps it was a disguised psychological compensation. I hope to use this to dispel my mood and pour the blocks in my chest.

As soon as He Jingbian's words arrived. Fu Jun immediately responded.

The other party's demands were very lenient, and the initiative of the conversation was completely in their own hands, and the news had already been delivered. said that Liu Yun also agreed to this matter. Rather than stalemate, it is better to respond to his request, perhaps. Liu Yun also figured out Guò's conversation and learned some information he wanted to know.

The sound of cars. The sparse raindrops tapped on the roof of the car, making a lonely sound.

Autumn has really arrived.

Although the temperature is not very low, the bleakness and silence trickle into the ears from the sound of the rain, and then soak the heart.

The place where I met that person was at the Jinchuan Pier.

This wharf was originally dedicated to the royal family, built very magnificently, all the buildings are brick and wood structures, even the house dedicated to the inner supervisor and the inner guard to guard the wharf on one side is also a tall brick house, two vermilion lacquer doors can be seen, the top of the Daiwa eaves, falling rain silk into a line.

If you don't look at the tall masts of the iron ships standing around the wharf, and if you don't look at the officers and soldiers with bright armor and unsheathed swords and guns under the five-color banner, this small courtyard still has a bit of a sense of living near the water.

Fu Jun secretly thought in his heart, and at the same time stepped into the courtyard with Meng Yuan.

A paulownia tree was planted in the yard, its broad leaves washed by the rain and shimmering in the twilight. There are lanterns hanging under the porch, and the sparse rain is fluttering in the light.

This courtyard is built simply, the east and west compartments sit north and south three main houses, then enclose a small patio, at this time there is no figure around, only the sound of drizzle falls into the ear, silent and rare.

"The man is in the main room." He Jing said, and then looked at Meng Yuan, who had a cold face on the side, "This official will stay in the courtyard, and there are also musket battalion masters in ambush around, you can rest assured." ”

This is to confess to Fu Jun, telling her that it is very safe here, so that she can enter the house with confidence.

"Thank you, Lord He." Fu Jun squatted down to He Jing, he avoided it sideways, patted Meng Yuan's shoulder again, didn't speak again, and stopped behind the courtyard gate.

Fu Jun turned his head and smiled at Meng Yuan: "If you are here, I will be fine, you can rest assured." ”

The light and soft voice is mixed in the rain, like the rhyme of the piano, slipping through the twilight.

Meng Yuan lowered his head to look at her, his ice-quenching eyes dyed with a cold autumn mood, cool and deep.

After a long time, he squeezed her hand and said in a low voice: "I'll send you outside the door." ”

That person's request was to speak alone with Fu Jun, and no third person was to be present.

Fu Jun nodded silently, feeling the warmth coming from the palm of her hand, the calloused hand made her infinitely relieved at this moment.

Walking across the patio and stepping on the stone steps, the door closed gently behind Fu Jun, and she stared closely, and there were two rows of iron fences leading to the top of the beam, each with the thickness of an arm's arm, lying across the main room and the east room.

The two rooms were completely opened, and then separated by an iron bar, like a prison cell in the previous life.

"Liu Yun was afraid that I would hurt the county lord of the dynasty, but he thought it through." There was a slightly mocking voice in the eastern room, speaking slowly, not annoying to the ears, but feeling the calmness and calmness of the speaker.

Fu Jun looked sideways, and butter candles were installed in both rooms, and the bright candlelight spread all around, dispelling the cold of early autumn twilight a lot.

Looking at the familiar face opposite, she hesitated for a while, and finally squatted slightly: "Uncle." ”

Fu Zhuang's figure moved slightly.

This clear and light voice made his expression soft for a moment.

"Great uncle...... Is it? He muttered, put the Qingdong porcelain tea cup in his hand on the table, and a vague smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "What? Do you still recognize me as a great uncle? ”

Fu Jun didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Fu Zhuang really can't be regarded as her eldest uncle anymore, because they don't have a trace of blood relationship. However, in the end, he is also Fu Chen's father, and he has lived in this world for more than 30 years in the name of the eldest son of the Pingnan Hou Mansion, if he is not called "uncle", what should Fu Jun call him? (To be continued.) )