Under the corridor of the Suxin Pavilion, Fu Jun walked slowly, with a faint smile on his face

She's in a bad mood right now.

The feeling of depression and depression made her breathless.

For no reason, she remembered a passage in "The Golden Lock": "...... She wore a golden flail, and she slashed several people with that heavy flail......"

Aren't the Pei family and the Wu family, as well as the countless women of the Han Dynasty struggling in the inner house, wearing golden shackles? Even Fu Jun himself is also bound by shackles. It's just that she may never learn to use this flail to kill other women like Pei and the others.

It was contrary to her beliefs and contrary to her personality.

However, although the bottom of her heart is clear, her ink-dyed eyebrows are still slightly frowned.

Suddenly encountering such a thing, it is impossible for any woman to maintain a stable state of mind, and the same is true for Fu Jun.

She took a deep breath, looked at her eyes level and smiled lightly, maintained the indifference on the surface, and led the person to turn the corridor and out of the courtyard gate of the Suxin Pavilion.

As soon as he stepped on the bluestone-paved path, a figure suddenly rushed from behind, regardless of stopping in front of Fu Jun, and knelt on the ground with a "plop".

Everyone was shocked, and when they looked closely, they realized that the person was actually Wenxiu.

Qingman and the others immediately blocked Fu Jun, and Mama Sheng shouted: "Bold and cheap, dare to stop Niangniang!" As he spoke, he raised his ruler.

"Mother, mother...... The servant dares to beg you, please reward the servant for a way to live. The mournful and earnest voice was gentle with a slight tremble, and Wen Xiu's ancient beauty-like face was already full of tears, like crying and complaining.

Fu Jun sighed silently

She raised her hand and made a gesture, Mama Sheng understood, and immediately stepped aside, and Qingman and the others also retreated silently.

Fu Jun stepped forward slowly, lowered his eyes to look at Wenxiu on the ground, and smiled faintly: "Get up and speak." ”

The calm voice seemed to contain a kind of power.

Wen Xiu's body trembled, raised her head and glanced at Fu Jun quickly, then lowered her head again, but she still knelt on the ground, sobbing and said: "Niang Niang is the most merciful, she donated so much silver to ...... back then." Poor, beg the mother to have pity on the poor servant, reward the servant...... A way to live, the servant will ...... in the future Serve the mother well, serve the ...... Father. ”

Fu Jun stared at her.

She has a limited intersection with Wenxiu, and she doesn't know what this person's temperament is. However, just listening to what Wenxiu said at the moment, you can know that this is a shrewd and very good speaking skill, obviously she came to ask her aunt to donate money.

This ability to confuse concepts is also a gift.

Fu Jun's frowning eyebrows slowly loosened, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.

"I can let you go to Jinling Girls' School and learn a skill. I can also arrange for you to work in the school and earn a little money for yourself. Fu Jun's voice was extremely calm, and the wind blew her skirt, snow purple and light blue, overlapping and overlapping, like light water waves.

Since Wenxiu kept saying that she was begging her to reward her for a way to live, she pointed out a path that she thought was the best for her, as long as Wenxiu had this heart, Fu Jun would never hesitate to arrange her future.

Wen Xiu hung her head, her teeth clenched together.

At this time, the scene was very different from what she thought.

She deliberately chose this road at this time, and she calculated the time when Meng Yuan would return home. In her imagination, Fu Jun should be embarrassed and angry and punish her in public, and at this time, when Meng Sanye returned home, she saw the county lord's mother oppressing a poor maidservant, and at that time, what she thought in her heart was expected to become a reality.

But at this moment, Fu Jun was leisurely and elegant, and calmly asked her if she wanted to enter Jinling Girls' School.

Wenxiu couldn't help biting her lip.

"Son-of-law...... Ask the mother for a way to live. She whispered, tears hanging from her eyelashes, her snow-white neck curling in a soft arc.

"Isn't going to a girls' school a good way to live?" Fu Jun said lightly, "I can also go to the slave for you, you can choose a good person to marry, this is also a way to live." Would you like to? ”

Wenxiu's body moved, but he didn't answer, and only fell to the ground. Tears wet her skirt, her delicate body trembled slightly, that appearance is really pitiful, if Fu Jun is a man, I am afraid that this will be distressed.

There was a deep puzzle in her eyes.

Do women in this era really want to be aunts to others?

She has already given Wenxiu two good ways out, but it is obvious that Wenxiu has decided to be small.

"Why, you don't want either way?" She asked, her tone did not change, she was still calm and calm, "Then there is a third one, I will still go to your slave status, and give you some silver taels, take this silver and do whatever you want, this is also a way to live, what do you think?" ”

Wen Xiu raised her head and glanced at Fu Jun quickly, her face was still stained with tears, and she said in a trembling voice: "Niangniang...... Servant ...... Servant ......"

After snorting timidly and softly for a long time, Wen Xiu finally couldn't say the next words.

With a "poof", Fu Jun finally couldn't help laughing, stared at her and said, "You are really interesting." kept saying that I wanted me to give you a way to live, and I gave you three choices, but you refused to do so. Tell you the truth, what the hell do you want? ”

His voice was clear and light, and there was no anger, resentment or sarcasm in his words, just a very calm question.

It's still completely different from what Wenxiu thought.

It's just that such a Fu Jun seems to be negotiable, at least she didn't scold her on the spot, but asked Wenxiu why.

A glimmer of hope rose in Wenxiu's heart.

If the future hostess is a soft-eared woman, she will have a better chance of climbing up in the future.

This thought made Wen Xiu's heart hot, and Meng Yuan's handsome face seemed to float in front of her again.

She didn't know until before Meng Yuan's wedding that the third master, whom she had always looked down on, was not only handsome, but also had an excellent future, and she thought about it at that time. If she can climb Meng Yuan, she will be able to enjoy all the glory and wealth in the rest of her life, and if she can get a son and a half daughter, then her life will be complete.

And at this moment, a bright future is in front of her, almost within reach, and she must firmly seize this opportunity.

In an instant, Wen Xiu even became short of breath.

She mustered up the courage to look up at Fu Jun, and then lowered her eyes and said, "The maid will definitely serve the mother faithfully...... Serve the third master......" Her voice was still trembling, as if she was afraid that Fu Jun would not believe it, and looked at Fu Jun earnestly: "The maid really thinks like this, the maid just wants to serve the mother and the third master well for the rest of her life, and she will never have two hearts, if there are two hearts, the sky will thunder!" ”

In the end, her eyes were firm, and her expression was a little sad, as if she was convinced of the oath she had made.