Mrs. Hou's resentment and hatred, Hou Ye thought that he knew about it, so he entrusted her to the only son who could stay in the capital.

Looking at his father's pale hair, Fu Geng's heart softened in the end.

He remembered in a trance that when he was four or five years old, it was also such an autumn day, the sky was high and crisp, the golden sun fell on the books, and there was light dust floating in every beam of light. At that time, he only learned to write, and his father praised him for his intelligence, grabbed his hand and taught him to frame it one by one, and the wide palm closed the back of his hand, strong and warm, as if it could shield him from wind and rain.

Time always flies so fast, and in a wrong eye, the tall figure that was once as indestructible as a mountain has turned into a white-haired old man in front of him, his cloudy eyes are gray, and he sadly begs him to take in the former Mrs. Hou and now the Zhao family.

Fu Geng finally agreed.

The gorgeous mansion is cool and harsh, eroded and cone-like, but also has flowers and herbs, and the sky and wind are quiet.

He hated the Zhao family for half his life, but he couldn't hurt his father's heart because of this, so he responded.

Sent off Hou Ye, on the return carriage, Fu Geng leaned against the wall of the carriage, and there was tiredness in his eyes: "It's not because my father is soft-hearted, but because my father has more loopholes here, and Ayuan's pressure will be less." In the next few days, let your grandmother and them dwell in the house. ”

Although Fu Jun's identity as a member of the royal family of Nanshan Kingdom has not been revealed, the fact that she helped find out the Nanshan Society and personally sent her uncle to the guillotine gradually spread out, attracting criticism from many people.

Although there is a saying in the world that "righteousness destroys relatives", but it is also a violation of filial piety to denounce the elders in the family, and rumors are very loud for a while, and some people say that Fu Jun exchanged the life of his relatives for his own future and wealth.

The Wenguo Mansion is right for this third daughter-in-law. There was no resentment at the beginning.

Meng Zhao collaborated with the enemy and treason, so that Liu Yun cut Meng Yuan's military power, and the most promising junior of the Wenguo Mansion became a land official. During this period, Fu Jun returned home to visit. Meng Zhu didn't even want to see her.

Compared with Meng Zhao's actions, Fu Jun's actions made Meng Zhu feel more discouraged.

This Yongyi county lord took the lead in denouncing his maternal uncle, but he knew that Meng Zhao was collaborating with the enemy. There was no leakage at all, so he was found out, which made the Wen Mansion fall into great passivity, and it was impossible to remedy it.

Every time you think about it. Meng Zhu felt that it was this daughter-in-law who was tired of his family.

Now, Fu Geng openly took Mrs. Hou and others, who had been demoted to commoners, back to Anningbo's Mansion. Among them, there is also the wife of the guilty minister Fu Zhuang, and this kind of vague expression of dissatisfaction will naturally attract the impeachment of the official, putting Fu Geng on the cusp.

And so it goes. It can indeed offset some of the pressure on Fu Jun's body.

"Daddy really doesn't have to." Fu Jun's heart ached slightly, and he looked at Fu Geng with clear eyes, and his eyes were as clear as water. "Daughters don't care, they say they're good."

Fu Geng shook his head. There was a soft smile on his face: "My father is incompetent, and I have to use this trick to defile myself, but this trick works, and it is unpleasant to use it repeatedly, my son doesn't have to worry, because my father doesn't want you and Ayuan to have a part." Besides, if the father doesn't make some flaws, he won't be at ease today. ”

If you talk about figuring out the king's heart, I am afraid that no one in the Manchu Han Dynasty can defeat Fu Geng.

Back then, it was because he understood Emperor Jing's mind that he was able to turn the situation around little by little. Today's Liu Yun is more lenient than Emperor Jing, as long as he says a little, presumably Liu Yun will not hang him for too long.

In any case, he always has to be in a high position in order to become his daughter's biggest supporter, and he is at the head of the Wenguo Mansion, so that they dare not have any disrespect for his daughter.

The slight pain in the bottom of my heart melted away, and the sour and soft spread to the eye sockets. Fu Jun's throat choked slightly, his heart seemed to be immersed in warm water, and he pulled Fu Geng's sleeve and couldn't speak.

How can she be virtuous, she has traveled through another world to get such a loving father, who is as sincere as a mist and towering as a mountain, protects her like this, and tries his best to make her well.

At this moment, the earnest words were like carving into the bottom of her heart, like a ivy around a tree, throwing a soft pulse of love into the corner of her eyes.

Fu Jun took out a handkerchief, stroked the slightly wet eyelashes, and looked up at the sky again.

The sky is high, and the faint shadows of the clouds blow through the green leaves of the green wings, like the mist in the forest in the early morning.

She was looking at it, and she heard Bai Shao's voice ringing: "Niangniang, everything is ready." ”

Retracting her messy thoughts, Fu Jun turned her head and smiled at her: "I know, ask them to prepare the car." ”

Bai Shao left in response, and Shen's mother stepped forward, looked at Fu Jun's eyes lovingly, and said softly: "Niangniang, don't think too much, those people don't dare to do anything, after all, it is also in the old man's mansion." ”

Fu Jun couldn't help laughing.

Mother Shen was scared, thinking that she was worried about going to Anningbo's Mansion to visit Mrs. Hou and the Zhang family later.

Speaking of which, although it was a separation, Hou Ye did not treat the Zhang family slowly, but still took the Zhang family and son over and lived in Anningbo Mansion with Mrs. Hou.

It's just that Fu Jun understands that such a move may not be a real concern, mainly for fear of attracting speculation from the outside world. Mrs. Hou's birth of a child through the womb must be a secret forever.

"I'm not afraid of anything, my mother just thinks too much." Fu Jun said in a voice, with some coquettishness in her tone, but it was a rare little daughter's attitude.

Mother Shen nodded with a smile, and said, "Niangniang wears more clothes, the weather has cooled down." As he spoke, he turned around and instructed the little girl to add clothes to Fu Jun.

After packing up and going out, the weather was fine, and the sun was shining on the car window, like a thin layer of gold silk, and the car was also bright.

Meng Yuan shook Fu Jun's hand, only to feel that he seemed to hold a jade in his palm, which was warm and cold.

"Is it cold?" He asked, looking down at her carefully.

He was dressed in a black and green shirt, and the cloud patterns on his placket were misty and ethereal, and melted into his eyes, and those eyes were also as gentle as clouds, all the way to her face.

Fu Jun shook his head and said softly: "I'm not cold, are you tired from rushing over?" ”

Meng Yuan has been doing a lot of things recently, not only is he busy handing over official business, but he also has to participate in the trial of Fu Zhuang's case, and he has to go to the Ministry of Industry to get Kanyu drawings, hydrological and land information, etc., and the number of times he has met the saint has also increased, and his relationship with Liu Yun is unprecedentedly good.

Today, because he wanted to accompany Fu Jun to Anningbo's Mansion, he came back early, and he was in a hurry this way, so he was a little sweaty on his forehead, and he didn't do it when he got into the car.

Seeing that Fu Jun's eyes were cold, clean and clear like autumn water, and full of concern when he condensed it, Meng Yuan's heart was a little sweet, and he smiled and raised the soft wattle in his palm, put it on his lips and pecked it one by one, and said in a slightly vague voice: "I am very tired, you have to make up for it at night." ”

His eyes were clear and clean, and the joy was pure and undisguised. (To be continued.) )