Fu Jun's mind flashed back to the scene that had happened a few hours ago: the scene of retreating, the horses rushing from the slanted thorns, the man with gloomy eyes, the man picking pearl flowers, and the green silk shoes twitching in the moonlight......

I don't know if the identity of the female corpse has been ascertained in the past time? There were also those men, their looks, postures, and voices were clearly visible in her mind, and she hadn't had time to tell Fu Geng yet.

Thinking of this, Fu Jun couldn't sit still, and didn't answer Huaisu's question, but only said to her: "I want to talk to my father, you serve me first." ”

Huai Su saw that Fu Jun's face was solemn, and he didn't know what was going on, so he hurriedly stepped forward to hang up the curtain, and asked the little girl to call Qingwu and Qingman in.

After a while, Mama Jiang walked in with Qingman, Qingwu and a few little girls. As soon as she entered the warm pavilion, Mama Jiang was the first to hold back, her eyes were red at first, she stepped forward and hugged Fu Jun in her arms, and only said "Poor girl suffers" Qingwu and Qingman both stepped forward to salute Fu Jun with red eyes, and then stood aside to wipe her tears.

Fu Jun snuggled quietly in Mama Jiang's arms. This embrace is different from Wang or Fu Geng, she reminds Fu Jun of her grandmother in her previous life. She vaguely remembered that when she was very young, her grandmother had hugged her like this.

My grandmother was a thin woman with thin shoulders that seemed to be unable to bear any weight. But her arms are very warm, warm enough to hold up a world.

Fu Jun feels that Mama Jiang is like her grandmother, kind and kind, and will always be good to her. She involuntarily stroked Mama Jiang's back with her backhand, and said softly: "Mama don't cry, I'm fine." As he spoke, he remembered the words of the female crutch who thought he was sinking, so he smiled again: "I also want to thank Mama." ”

Mama Jiang wiped her tears and said, "What is the girl Xie Lao Nu doing?" ”

Fu Jun smiled and said: "Thank you Mama for wearing so many clothes for me, I haven't felt cold outside for most of the night, this is all Mama's credit." As for the matter of the female abductor, Fu Jun didn't dare to say it, for fear of scaring Mama Jiang.

Mama Jiang laughed when she heard Fu Jun's words, and remembered the sin of the girl this night, so she wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "It's good that the girl is not cold." As he spoke, his eyes turned red again.

Fu Jun rubbed his head twice on Mama Jiang's shoulder as Fu Jia did when she was coquettish with Mrs. Hou, then turned her head to look at Qingman and said, "Thank you Qingman, I will reward you well in a while." ”

Qingmanqi said: "Hey, does the girl even want to thank her servant?" What did the servant do? After that, she rolled her eyes, and immediately said happily: "Ah, the maid knows." It must be that the maid didn't smash anything when she swept the floor today, and the girl should reward it, right? ”

Mama Jiang patted her on the top of her head and said softly: "It's nonsense again, you have to reward if you don't smash things, how many people in this courtyard never smash things, and the girl can't reward it." ”

Qingman rubbed her head and muttered, "I'll just guess, Mama beat me again." ”

Fu Jun couldn't help laughing and said, "Okay, okay, you'll know in a while." I'm going to see my father, and you're going to dress me smartly. ”

When Mama Jiang heard this, she was busy serving Fu Jun with Huaisu to get up, and for a while, everyone was fetching water, dressing clothes, and combing hair, Fu Jun didn't even have to move a finger, and was served meticulously.

Fu Jun, who was surrounded by a group of maid mothers, couldn't help but think of a few hours ago, when she stood on the ladder, unable to go up or down, and was extremely embarrassed. Then I remembered that person again.

I wonder what happened to him? Are you still drinking alone? Fu Jun felt a faint melancholy in his heart, his eyes became free, and he stared at the bronze mirror in front of him.

Fu Jun in the mirror has a round face, dark eyebrows and eyes with a strong childish spirit, and her hair is combed into a bun by green vines, which looks even more childish.

Even when he was parting, his hand caressed her hair, it was just an adult's love for a child. Fu Jun knew that she was dreaming now, and this dream could never last long. But knowing is one thing, she can't control her heart, her heart wants to beat like this, and she has nothing to do.

"Would it be nice for the girl to wear this pair of hairpins?" Qingwu's voice came, pulling Fu Jun back to reality. She looked at the pair of cute pearl plum blossom hairpins in the mirror, nodded and said, "That's it." "After all, no matter how you dress up, she is a child, and Fu Jun has no other way but to put her mind down.

After a short time, Mama Jiang and the others cleaned up Fu Jun properly. Seeing that the sky was faint outside the window, Fu Jun took people out of the warm pavilion lightly, and went to the west to visit the Wang family first.

Wang was still asleep, and Shen's mother was standing by her side, her eyes were red. When she saw Fu Jun, she shed tears, took Fu Jun's hand and chanted Buddha vigorously.

Fu Jun comforted her for a few words, and then walked to the shelf bed to see Wang.

Wang's complexion was not good, the blue and white were yellow, and his lips were dry. It's just that she didn't see her all night, and her whole body lost weight, as if she had been drained of water.

Fu Jun gently put his hand on the back of Wang's hand.

Wang's fingers were slender and soft, quietly lying in Fu Jun's palm. Fu Jun remembers many times that these long, soft fingers would pinch the tip of her nose, stroke her mustache, and jokingly pinch her face.

But now, this hand rested quietly beside the brocade quilt, not moving. The slightly cool touch grabbed Fu Jun's hand and her heart.

She stood beside Wang for a while, gently tucked the corners of the quilt for her, put the slightly cool hand into the quilt, and straightened out a few strands of hair scattered on the pillow.

While Fu Jun was doing this, Wang's beautiful and haggard face had no expression, his eyes were closed tightly, and he slept deeply.

Fu Jun looked at Wang's face and sighed softly, then quietly retreated.

After coming to the Ming Room, Fu Jun first instructed Huai Su to go back to rest and did not allow her to follow and serve, and then called Liufeng and Lan Ze to come over and ask them to go to replace Shen's mother. Shen's mother stayed up all night, and it was time to sleep for a while.

After assigning the appropriate things, Fu Jun walked out of the main room.

The sky outside was still dark blue, and the clouds were thick overhead. There was no wind, and the branches of the woodtree knotted in midair, cutting a piece of the sky into messy pieces.

Fu Jun took a light breath, and the cold air poured into her lungs, reminding her of the scene when the cold wind blew her face last night. She tightened her small cloak and walked down the steps towards the courtyard gate.

With a "squeak", the courtyard door suddenly opened, and a slender figure in a black robe strode in from outside the door.

"Daddy." Fu Jun whispered to the comer, and stepped forward with two steps.

When Fu Geng heard the voice, he raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Jun, and his long eyebrows immediately locked tightly, as if he had something on his mind. (To be continued.) )