A group of maids and women had come back to their senses at this time, and they all came forward one after another, patting the ashes and helping people, and they dragged Fu Ke away with seven hands and eight feet, and the speed was quite fast.

Fu Zhen greeted Fu Jun with a smile: "It's the fifth sister who slipped and fell, I'll go and take a look." The fourth sister is tired, go back and rest, I see that your face is not very good. ”

Fu Jun followed Fu Zhen's words and said with a smile: "There is a hard work of the eldest sister Lao, and the younger sister will go back first." ”

The scene here is too easy to guess, Fu Jun has already predicted the matter, and the feeling in his heart is indescribable for a while, disgust, diaphragm, helplessness, and a faint emotion.

Meng Yuan also turned around at this time, looked here from afar with a solemn face, and saw that Fu Ke had been helped down, so he paced over, his eyes were as cold as ice, and the breath on his body was even colder.

He stepped forward and took Fu Jun's hand, lowered his eyes and looked at her face carefully, Fang Shen said, "Don't worry, I'm here." ”

Fu Jun suddenly laughed a little.

It was because of your old man's presence that her fifth sister would have a crooked mind.

However, after thinking about it again, Fu Jun felt very aggrieved.

The women living in this era have been completely nurtured by the patriarchal system, except for the needle-sharp boundary of the back house, they can't see anything, and under the deformed social and ecological environment, they can only produce this deformed psychology and deformed personality.

Such a person, Fu Jun would never want to take him as an opponent.

Seeing Fu Jun's indifferent expression, with a clear coldness between her eyebrows and eyes, Meng Yuan thought she was angry. I was a little sorry in my heart, and then there was a faint sweetness, and I made up my mind to go back to the room for a while, so that I could appease Fu Jun.

Not to mention how Meng Yuan "appeased" his newlywed wife after returning to the room, but said that Fu Ke looked indifferent all the way, and returned to Qiuxiju as if nothing had happened.

After entering the North Courtyard, she freshened up a little, and changed into a half-worn pink jacket and a moon-white thread skirt, with crane water ripples embroidered on the placket and skirt edge. Hair tied into a mustache. Symmetrically wearing a green hosta, Fang Ping withdrew from the servant, turned out a women's middle garment from the needlework and sewed it carefully.

This tunic was sewn for the Zheng family. Since returning home. She sews and threads every day. Others look at it. Who doesn't praise her for being a good daughter who is filial.

It's just that at this moment, although she is doing work in her hands, her mind has already drifted to a very far place. There is a hint of excitement between the lowered eyebrows.

On the way back, she clearly saw the figure of Qian's mother/mother/mother dangling at the hanging flower door. She believed that Mrs. Hou would gladly accept this signal she sent.

While doing needlework and thinking carefully about what to do next, Fu Ke's subordinates were not slow at all, and the fine stitches were just like her flowing thoughts at the moment.

She remembered the moment she approached Meng Yuan in front of the Flower Hall.

It was the first time she had been so close to a strange man.

Until now, her heart was still pounding.

At that moment, she clearly smelled the slightly cold and refreshing smell on his body, which smelled a hundred times better than all the incense in the world, which made her muscles soft and almost intoxicated.

The closer I looked, the more I could feel the handsomeness of his appearance, and his heroic momentum was more attractive than all the men Fu Ke had ever seen.

She believed that no man in the world could beat him. Seeing him gazing at Fu Jun so gently, and then thinking about the conversation he had just heard in the garden, Fu Ke's heart actually swelled up with an emotion that she had never felt before, like a needle, sharp and poisonous, piercing her heart into a ball.

What is Changxing Boshizi? Instead of being his wife, how could she accompany a man like Meng Yuan, even if she was only a concubine, she was willing.

However, it is impossible for her to be a concubine. Fu Ke knew that the possibility of this was almost zero. No matter what, she is also the daughter of a member of the third grade, even if she is not biological, her identity is there.

If you can't be a concubine, you can only consider one or two about the wife's position.

A touch of coldness crossed Fu Ke's lowered eyes, and Fu Jun's face seemed to appear in front of him again.

Since she, the fourth sister, doesn't want to give face, then don't blame others for giving up face to fight!

The corners of Fu Ke's lips were slightly hooked, and his smile was as cold as ice.

Yes, she is indeed soft-spoken and weak. But she believes that as long as she has Mrs. Hou's help, what she plans will be successful. Hasn't Mrs. Hou always been afraid that the third room will be powerful, so she will suppress the limelight of the second room? Now she takes the initiative to surrender, as long as she can marry Meng Yuan, she is willing to do anything.

Zheng's injuries and the deaths of several concubines are already full of suspicions. If Mrs. Hou can help her get what she wants, even if she is asked to testify against Fu Geng in person for killing his wife and concubine, she is willing. When the time comes, she can even find a way to recognize her ancestors and return to her ancestors, become a descendant of the Hui Cheng family again, and break off with the so-called stepfather.

This thought made Fu Ke unable to even hold the needle steadily, his palms were already wet with sweat, and his breathing instantly became heavy.

The thought of such a situation makes people rejoice from the bottom of their hearts.

Fu Ke lowered his head for another two points, and the sneer that rose at the corner of his lips added two points of pleasure.

In the past, she was too stupid and didn't think to pull Mrs. Hou, which caused her to lose all her moves and miscalculate step by step. Now she has chips in her hand, as long as she makes good use of it, she won't worry about losing the road ahead.

Besides, if she doesn't step up her movements, then if Liu Shi opens her mouth, she will never turn back. The only way to do this is to be one step ahead of the Liu family, so that Mrs. Hou will not be bewitched by the Liu family.

Fu Ke was thinking, his eyes were already terrifyingly bright, but the needle and thread in his hand still did not stop, still sewing finely one stitch at a time, and the flying needles were like flowing water.

Time slipped quietly in the sound of pins and needles, and when Fu Ke raised his head again, he found that the sky was full of red clouds outside the window, and it was time for dinner.

She beckoned the maid to come in and pack up the needle and thread, and went to Zheng's room to eat with her.

Fu Geng never went back to the room to eat, but Fu Ke didn't care. She has seen through it and figured it out, the so-called fatherly love, she would rather not.

After eating in silence, Fu Ke took the maid to Rongxuan Hall to greet Mrs. Hou.

In the early summer evening, the air is warm and humid, and there are still veins of the slanting sun on the horizon, reflecting the huge courtyard. Fu Ke walked in it, and for the first time, she felt that her future was like this brilliant sunset, which seemed to be coming to an end, but it would always reappear the next day.

Her eyes brightened more and more, the corners of her lips pursed into a smile, and she came to Rongxuan Hall indifferently.

Mrs. Hou seemed to be as usual, and her attitude towards the people in the room did not change, and she talked to everyone until she was tired when she was holding the lamp, and everyone retreated.

Fu Ke was left alone.

The Zhang family and the Cui family had long known about the incident in front of the flower hall, and at this time, they both tacitly understood it and left with a smile. Mrs. Hou sent away all the people who should be served, and ordered Yu's mother to guard the door, and then opened her mouth with a slightly cold expression.

"Five girls, what's going on in front of the flower hall today?" She asked lightly, her expression indistinguishable from joy and anger, and a cool voice echoed in the room.

Fu Ke clenched the handkerchief in his hand tightly.

"The grandmother is on top, and the granddaughter doesn't dare to hide it." Fu Ke said, his voice was a little tight, but he still spit out his lips word by word, "My granddaughter wants a good marriage." (To be continued.) )