The renovation work of the county lord's mansion began in the first month and ended in early March.

During this period, Fu Jun once met Meng Yuan behind the screen.

Meng Yuan came to Wending.

Looking at the beautiful man like the ice and moon, dressed solemnly in a dark dress, and gave a dowry full of 100 taels and a bride price of 10,000 taels, Rao is Fu Jun did not have many illusions about ancient marriage, and he couldn't help but throb in his heart.

Meng Yuan treated her with extreme respect. Although money has nothing to do with the strength of the marriage, the greatest respect a man has for his fiancée is in part expressed in money.

Fu Jun stood behind the screen, a light smile on his lips.

The weather was really nice. The spring sun falls on people through the fan, and it seems that the clothes are also dyed a new green. In such a time of fresh green and bright sunshine, it is really a pleasure to look at a picturesque beautiful man like Meng Yuan.

Fu Yao and Fu Ke both saw Meng Yuan for the first time. In the past, they heard people say how the third son of the Wen family behaved dissolutely, and how he was brave and ruthless, and they heard that he was born vicious, and he still had a scar on his face.

But now that I see it, in addition to not liking to laugh, this third son of Meng is extremely handsome, and he has a certain amount of advance and retreat, and he looks very responsible.

Fu Yao smiled and pushed Fu Jun and said, "The fourth sister's life is really good." As he spoke, he covered his lips and smiled, "I said it wrong, it's the county lord's mother's life." ”

Fu Jun turned her elbow and said, "If the third sister calls me the county lord again, I will be majestic and drag you, a bad sister, to the agarwood dock to teach a lesson." ”

Fu Yao begged Fu Jun for mercy in fear. provoked Fu Jun to itch her again, and the two sisters laughed.

Fu Ke had a polite smile on his lips, looked at Fu Yao and Fu Jun, and then looked down at the hem of his skirt.

The skirt is embroidered with the pattern of honeysuckle branches, the light blue flower branches are wrapped with gold threads, and the light pink skirt corners also contain gold edges, and the sunlight is projected on it, which makes people's eyes hurt.

Fu Ke narrowed his eyes.

The third son of the Wenguo Mansion, the commander of the fifth military camp, the handsome young talent who does not lose to Fu Geng, and the daughter of the second-class master, and the Yongyi county lord of the dynasty, it is really a good marriage for a talented woman.

Fu Ke reached out and brushed the hem of his skirt. A small half step back.

The sun was still shining on the skirt. The small half step she took back did not avoid the bright spring sunshine, and Fu Yao's giggles beside her were still heard from time to time, as well as Fu Jun's soft voice, which was also like this sunshine. Can't hide, can't get away.

Fu Ke exhaled deeply.

If there were gods in this world. She wished the gods could rain down thunder at this moment. Split the glare of sunlight, the disturbing laughter, and all of this intolerable stuff to pieces.

However. The spring breeze is blowing, the fragrance of flowers is overflowing, the soft woman's laughter is still coming, and the beautiful man behind the screen is still so handsome that people can't breathe.

Fu Ke lowered his head and brushed the hem of his skirt again.

She couldn't look at the man behind the screen anymore. If she looked at it again, she wasn't sure if she would go crazy right now and scratch the face of her so-called fourth sister.

So, she could only lower her eyes again and again to look at the hem of her dress.

If possible, she would rather plug her ears, not listen to the voices around her, pinch her nose, and not smell the beautiful fragrance of spring flowers.

Because, none of this belongs to her. The longer she stays, the more she lingers, and the more she lingers, the more unwilling she will feel when she leaves.

It was so heart-wrenching that it kept people awake all night long.

She could feel that at this moment, the thick unwillingness was circling and screaming in her chest, as if it was going to burst out of her chest and blow her out of a hole in the next moment.

"Fifth sister?" Someone touched her sleeve.

The screeching noise was gone, and the blinding sunlight seemed to dim for a moment.

Fu Ke raised his head, and met Fu Yao's puzzled face. Fu Yao stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her eyes, and asked with a smile, "Why do you want to be so engrossed?" Everyone is gone, and there is nothing to see. As she spoke, she looked amused.

Fu Ke came back to his senses slightly, and turned his head to look behind the screen. The beautiful and handsome man had left at some point, and now Mrs. Weihou and Fu Geng were sitting in the room, looking at each other's gift lists.

Fu Ke was stunned for a moment, laughed a little embarrassedly, and said, "Oh, look at me, I was thinking about my homework, but I was distracted for a while." She apologized, and then turned her head to look out of the house.

Fu Jun had already left the house, talking to the maid, and did not look at her more.

Fu Ke lowered his head again, looked at his feet, and finally pressed his flat eyebrows down a few points.

"I asked my fourth sister to go to the garden for a walk, would you like to go together?" Fu Yao asked with a smile.

Fu Ke raised his head and showed a light smile on his face: "I'm afraid that my little sister won't be able to go." There's still homework to be done. As he spoke, he showed a hint of annoyance, frowned, and said, "I want to go, but I can't." ”

Her tone and demeanor were very good, and she did not show off or boast, and she was extremely considerate of Fu Yao's feelings.

Fu Yao smiled and said, "Even so, I won't delay your hard work." As she spoke, she turned outside again, "Fourth sister, wait for me." As he spoke, the person was already walking away, and after a while, he joined hands with Fu Jun, and the two of them walked away.

Fu Ke looked at their backs from afar, and the light smile on his lips never dissipated.

With such a shallow and gentle smile, she walked out of the house and returned to Qiuxiju.

"Will the girl go back to her own house, or will she go to her wife?" A mom stepped forward and asked.

At this time in the past, Fu Ke usually went to Zheng's house to do needlework, but today, unfortunately, Zheng drank the medicine and fell asleep.

Fu Ke thought for a while and smiled at the mother, "I'd better go to the mother's house." ”

The mother promised, and Fu Ke led people into the western room where the Zheng family was resting.

Benzoin was lit in the room, and the lush aroma seemed to carry a heavy weight, and the beams of the room were a little lower.

Fu Ke sat on the edge of Zheng's bed, the maid handed over the needle and thread, and prepared fragrant tea and fine fruits on the table next to him, and left the house as soon as it was properly placed.

The curtain in front of the bed is half hanging, the brocade is heavy, the yarn is heavy, the virtual and the real, the light and the dark, Fu Ke's figure is covered by the curtain, and it has become a little illusory. She leaned in, sewed the thread, took the needle, and sewed the sock in her hand.

That's what she did for the Zheng family. Nowadays, she can only feel a little comfortable when she is doing this. (To be continued.) )