"You ......" Mrs. Hou only said one word and began to cough again, the voice was heartbreaking, as if she wanted to cough out her heart and gall. And Zhang's sobbing sound was mixed with this violent cough, and it spread to the surroundings with the autumn wind.

This sound became more and more silent in the hospital.

The maids and servants had already retreated to the outside of the corridor, but they couldn't stand the loud voices in the house, but fortunately, they were all picked by Fu Geng to serve, and there were many old people from the Pingnan Hou Mansion, not that they had never seen the world, but they were all as usual at this time.

Mrs. Li was guarding the gate of the courtyard first, and saw Fu Jue leading Fu Jun and Meng Yuan to appear around the corner from a distance, and immediately glanced at the little maid on the side, and then stepped forward and squatted to salute.

The little maid in the room walked quickly into the courtyard, and the crisp voice spread: "The county lord's mother and uncle are here." ”

The sound finally put a pause in the room to the quarrel.

In this short silence, Fu Jun calmly stepped into the courtyard gate.

Wisteria hung from the corridor, the green leaves were still shady, and the afternoon sun swept obliquely, and the gray brick floor fell with fine light and shadow.

Time was stunned at that moment, like an old dream in a trance, and like a freeze frame of a certain picture in the depths of a memory, with fine dust flying in the light, gold dust floating, covering people's heads and faces.

However, this trance was only for a moment.

Fu Jun's feet did not stop, and his sight slid past the Shoushan Stone in the middle of the patio, and two plantain trees were planted next to the colored stone path, and the tall wooden tree canopy was like a green cloud.

Here, after all, it is not Rong Xuan Hall, just like the old woman sitting in the bright room of the main room, and she is no longer a noble lady of the Houmen.

Not seen in just one month. Madame Hou is too old to be recognized.

Originally, she was also old, but she was plump and rich, and the wrinkles were only at the corners of her eyebrows and eyes. Today's Mrs. Hou is wrinkled with her whole face, like wind/dry/orange peel, her body has shrunk a lot, and the wrists and necks exposed in the tuanhua fu pattern placket are all thin and thin, and the green tendons under the wrinkled skin are bulging.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the gaze projected from those cloudy eyes, still full of disgust and disdain when looking at Fu Jun.

Now. Even a diǎn surface cover-up. Mrs. Hou didn't bother to do it.

From a high place to fall dust ● dǐng ● diǎn ● small ● said, .▲.o←s_(); Ai, tear away a glossy appearance, revealing only ugliness, and the heavier the filth. The more it can lead to the darkness in the heart.

Human nature is what it is.

The ceremony is over. Fu Jue led Meng Yuan to sit in the outer study.

Fu Ting has been out in the past few days about leaving Beijing. This is the first time he's been in charge of this. Inevitably, he was a little in a hurry, so he didn't care much about the family, and Fu Jue came forward for all the major events in the family. As for Fu Chen and Fu Cong. The two of them were the sons of sinners, and it was inconvenient for them to show their faces. There is another Fu Qi, this little girl has also been sick recently, and has been recuperating at home, Fu Jun only sent the medicine some time ago, and it is not good to pull the patient out to meet at this time.

Perhaps, they don't want to see Fu Jun either.

Sometimes, if you don't see each other, it's like this originally harmonious Pingnan Hou family, and it's better to stay together than to separate.

"Niangniang deigned to come to see me, an old woman, and the folk woman was really flattered." Mrs. Hou was sitting upright on the armchair, the lid in her hand was dialing the tea leaves in the cup, and she glanced at Fu Jun lukewarmly, "Presumably Niangniang will look at the old age of the people's women, and don't care about the people's women." ”

The steaming heat in the teacup emitted a very light mist on Mrs. Hou's jaw, just like Mrs. Hou's superficial etiquette, and there was only this thin layer.

Fu Jun glanced at her sideways, and her voice was like a cold spring, light and waveless: "Etiquette, don't disobey." ”

Everyone was stunned, and then their complexions changed slightly.

This is called "ceremony", the gift of the elder and the young is the ceremony, and the gift of respect and humility is also a ceremony.

It's a simple four words, but the meaning is very deep.

In an instant, the room was so quiet that you could hear the pins dropping.

Mrs. Hou seemed to be stunned, and then a trace of resentment quickly crossed her eyes.

With a "tuk", she put down the teacup heavily, and her voice was cold: "It's really a good gift to be the lord of the court, seeing that the elders in the family are so big, do you really want your grandmother to kowtow to you?" After a brief pause, the sarcasm in his eyes was sheng, "Also, the granddaughter raised by the concubine is inevitably a little family, and even her own uncle is not afraid of being punished by God for the sake of her future." ”

In the end, she still holds the style of a noblewoman, her words are not vulgar, but her intentions are still obvious.

Hearing this, Zhang raised his head and glanced at Fu Jun lightly, his gaze as cold and sharp as a needle.

If you want to talk about who hates Fu Jun the most in this house, it must be her.

"Uncle Dear?" Fu Jun looked at Mrs. Hou with a smile, and didn't care about the Zhang family on the side at all: "Grandmother is old, you still need your granddaughter to remind you, I'm afraid you don't remember Mrs. Zhou, right?" ”

Mrs. Zhou?!

Mrs. Hou was stunned, her pupils shrank suddenly, and her face suddenly turned pale.

Mrs. Zhou of the old house in Sichuan!

When she borrowed her womb to give birth to a child, Mrs. Zhou knew some inside information.

However, this thought only floated for a moment, and then it was immediately pressed down by Mrs. Hou.

Mrs. Zhou's family met a mountain bandit ten years ago and died a long time ago, so no one should know about that incident anymore.

"Mrs. Zhou's family died ten years ago, does grandmother know who did it?" As if he knew what Mrs. Hou was thinking, Fu Jun continued in a casual voice, with an indifferent expression, "Grandmother Xu doesn't know, Mrs. Zhou said a lot of things before she died, and grandmother is not curious about what she said?" ”

Mrs. Hou's face regained some of her complexion, and she turned pale again.

She looked at Fu Jun fixedly, her cold gaze was like a needlepoint, as if she wanted to pierce a hole in the other party's body.

No matter who Mrs. Zhou died at, Mrs. Hou believed that Fu Jun must have known something, otherwise she would not have singled out such a person.

Fu Jun raised her eyes and glanced at Mrs. Hou, and smiled suddenly, her clear eyes were like autumn water, and the whole room lit up: "If grandmother doesn't remember Mrs. Zhou, she must remember those gardens in Hou's mansion, and her granddaughter remembers that there are many gardens near the Three Realms Grassland, and some of them are still buried ...... underneath."

"That's enough." Mrs. Hou drank with all her strength, and then coughed violently, and the person also leaned to the side.

"Old lady!" Yu's mother hurriedly stepped forward to support her, and Su Yun also stepped forward to serve tea.

Mrs. Hou took two sips of tea, which was only slightly better, but she was still short of breath, and the room was filled with the sound of her bellows panting.

Not far from the Three Realms Grassland, there is the Hidden Cui Zhai, and what is buried in the Hidden Cui Zhai is the ...... That person.

Mrs. Hou's heart fell like an ice cellar, and her back was soaked with cold sweat. (To be continued.) )