Hearing that it was Fu Geng who had a letter, Fu Jun stood up again and said respectfully, "Thank you, General Wen." ”

Wen Zuo hurriedly got up and said that he didn't dare to say a word, and then handed over Fu Geng's handwritten letter to Fu Jun, and said in a gentle voice: "Master Fu also asked me to tell the fourth girl that Wu Di is fine, the scenery is pleasant, and the girl can live with peace of mind, and there is no need to worry about the adult." ”

When Fu Jun heard this, his face did not move at all, and the smile on his lips was like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, revealing a bit of indescribable condensation in the elegance.

Wen Zuo looked at the little girl in front of him, and couldn't help but nod again: Fourth Miss Fu really looks a little bit like Master Fu, she looks elegant, but her bones are not soft at all. To be an ordinary little girl, I heard that my father didn't mean to take her to live with her at all, even if she didn't cry, she wouldn't be as calm and self-contained as she was, and look at that look as if she had nothing to do with herself.

Fu Jun is really a mentality that has nothing to do with himself at the moment.

She had already made preparations, and even deliberately distanced herself from Fu Geng early, and now it seems that she was right to do so. At this moment, after listening to Fu Geng's words, he knew the meaning of his words, and he was even more indifferent.

It was a few of them, and after listening to Wen Zuo's words, their expressions became a little indignant. Only Shi Jiang's expression did not move, but the look of concern in his eyes was much stronger than before.

took Fu Geng's letter and handed it to Shijiang, who was standing beside him, and Fu Jun listened quietly to the conversation between Wang Xiang and Wen Zuo for a while. It was probably because of Fu Jun's presence that the two officials of Wen Yiwu were talking about Suzhou and Hangzhou customs and the like.

Wang Xiang stroked his beard and said, "The old man went to Shaoxing once many years ago, but it is a good place where the mountains are warm and the water is soft. ”

Wen Zuo also smiled: "The scenery of Shaoxing is indeed different from other places. However, the next official is a martial artist. Looking at that Shaoxing, it is not as pleasing to the eye as Xi'an. As he spoke, he scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

Wang Xiang couldn't help laughing and said, "The general is an iron-blooded man, and he loves the scenery of the north even more. The old man in Xi'an has also been there, but I don't remember it, but there are only two things that are unforgettable. The same is the wind and sand, and the same is the mutton steamed bun. Speaking of this, Wang Xiang's face showed a look of nostalgia.

Wen Zuo also laughed and said, "If Lord Wang is free, you can go to Xiaguan's house next time to sit down." Don't hide it from Lord Wang, there is a grandmother next to Aunt Xiaguan who specializes in eating in the northwest. The best thing is the mutton steamed bun. ”

Wenzo's words. couldn't help but hook the gluttonous worms in Wang Xiang's belly. He is a lover of food, and he doesn't love anything in this life, but only loves something in his mouth. Whether it's good food, good wine or good tea, it's all about coming. At this time, he couldn't help stroking his palm and smiled: "Okay." Good. Good. Wait until the next time I go back to Beijing. I'm going to go to the house to disturb me. ”

Fu Jun listened to the old man and the young man talking about the food, with a shallow smile on his face, but a familiar face flashed in his mind.

She finally remembered. Why did this Wen Zuo give her a sense of déjà vu.

Wen Zuo looks a lot like a person, that is, Mrs. Weibeihou.

As far as Fu Jun knows, Mrs. Weibei Hou's maiden family is surnamed Wen, and Mrs. Weibei Hou has a younger brother who works in the Northwest Battalion. And this Wen Zuo's father is also in the northwest camp, these Xu Niangzi once told Fu Jun, and just now Wen Zuo talked about his aunt in Beijing.

Combining these aspects of information, Fu Jun came to the conclusion that this Wen Zuo Bacheng was the nephew of Mrs. Weibei Hou.

The more he thought about it, the more Fu Jun felt that Wen Zuo was like Mrs. Weibeihou, especially the heroic spirit between his eyebrows and eyes, Wen Zuo and Mrs. Weibeihou were exactly the same, which made Fu Jun feel a little more good for Wen Zuo in his heart.

Fu Jun remembered that after Wang's death, Mrs. Weibeihou sent someone to visit her, sent her a lot of tonic medicines, and told her to take good care of herself, and her kind words are still in her ears.

Among the few noble ladies that Fu Jun had seen, this lady who knew swordsmanship left the deepest impression on her. Her strength, her self-confidence, and her openness all let Fu Jun know that even in a country ruled by a feudal monarch like the Han Dynasty, there would be a woman like Mrs. Weibeihou, independent and powerful.

In a certain way, Mrs. Weibei Hou is the goal of Fu Jun's efforts.

At this moment, thinking about the past, Fu Jun couldn't help but feel a little fluctuating. She took a light breath and raised her hand to stroke her sideburns very naturally, so as to hide the excitement on her face.

At this moment, a feeling of being watched suddenly hit my heart.

Fu Jun was slightly shocked, but he still maintained a light smile on his face, pretending to be called Shijiang to continue tea, and when he looked back, he quietly swept his eyes around, and then turned his head and sat down casually.

Fu Jun could be sure that the peeping sight came from the study room on her right.

There was someone in that room.

Thinking of this, Fu Jun couldn't help but look at Wang Xiang, and it happened that Wang Xiang also raised his eyes at this moment, and his gaze inadvertently swept over the inner room of the study.

It was this seemingly casual action that made Fu Jun immediately conclude that there were people hidden in the study, and Wang Xiang knew about it. Even Winzo should know. Otherwise, he would not have avoided looking in that direction all the time when talking to Wang Xiang.

It seems that there is no unintentional attention, and deliberately does not pay attention, both of which indicate that the person hiding in the study should be a more sensitive person, otherwise Wang Xiang and Wen Zuo would not be so expressive.

Fu Jun even thought that this person was likely to come with Wen Zuo. I just don't know why I refuse to show my face in front of her.

Thinking like this, Fu Jun felt uncomfortable.

She has always been secretly observing others, and today is the first time she feels this way, and she is a little unable to adapt to it.

She picked up the teacup, raised her sleeves to cover her lips, took a shallow sip of tea, and quickly estimated the situation at this time in her heart, and then made a decision.

After putting down the teacup, Wang Xiang and Wen Zuo's conversation happened to stop for a while, and Fu Jun stood up very naturally and said to Wang Xiang: "If my grandfather is fine, my granddaughter will retire." ”

Wang Xiang was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile: "It's okay, I'll ask someone to find you a few books." As he spoke, he went to call for a book and asked.

As soon as Fu Jun heard this, he became more and more sure that there must be someone there. In the past, Wang Xiangke always used Fu Jun to pick up books by himself.

Fu Jun smiled and said: "Grandfather doesn't have to bother, my granddaughter hasn't finished reading those books yet, let's change them when I come back." ”

Wang Xiang stopped calling for a book, nodded and said, "That's very good." As he spoke, he looked out the window, and gently told Fu Jun: "It's snowing outside, it's cold and the road is slippery, you go slower." ”

Fu Jun smiled sweetly and said, "My granddaughter knows." After that, he saluted Wen Zuo again, and then took Shijiang and a few others to resign. (To be continued......)