Qingwu stepped forward to support Yan's family, and several people turned out the fan. At this moment, Yan's eyes inadvertently turned, and there was a slap under his feet.

This pause was very short, and if Fu Jun hadn't been secretly observing her, she would definitely not have noticed. After a pause, Yan continued to walk forward, showing nothing unusual.

Fu Jun's long ink-dyed eyebrows frowned again.

The place where Yan's gaze had just swept over, somehow, made her a little concerned.

After thinking for a moment, Fu Jun finally called out: "Old lady Yan, please stay." ”

Yan immediately stopped, bowed to Fu Jun and stood with his hands tied, but did not speak, but waited for Fu Jun to follow.

Fu Jun thought for a while and made a gesture to Qingwu on the side.

Qingwu immediately squatted down to Fu Jun, and walked out of the west room.

The sound of words in the room still came from time to time, sentence or two falling into the ears, and there was a kind of tranquility and serenity against the green of the room.

"Why did you pause when you saw this? Have you ever seen it somewhere? This is the familiar voice of Fu Jun in Qingwu, clear and light, like a cold spring in the mountains blowing in the ears.

"Back to Niangniang's words, the women didn't dare to hide it, the women had really seen similar things before, so they took a look at it more. The woman was rude. This is Yan's voice, a little lower, but it can also be heard clearly.

However, when the curtain on the fan fell, none of these sounds could be heard.

Qingwu turned around and crossed the threshold of Mingma'er and personally guarded under the porch.

The Linqing Pavilion was quiet, as if even time had stopped, only the occasional pink butterfly flew by, dancing to itself. Pian Piao flew over the courtyard wall......

After sending Li Nian'er and Yan away, Fu Jun asked Qingwu to change a new pot of tea, and sent everyone back, and then sat alone in the western room, spending nearly an hour and considering all the events as a whole.

It's an extremely mentally draining job because. A lot of information you need to think. All of them are stored in the memories of Fu Jun.

At that moment, Fu Jun clearly felt what a complex and sophisticated instrument the human brain is. Many dusty memories, inadvertent pictures, and occasional details were excavated by Fu Jun little by little under the operation of this machine.

It was only then that Fu Jun realized that in such a long time. How many details were ignored by her, and how many obvious flaws and doubts were there. In fact, it has long been presented in front of her eyes, but she has doubts about these things for one reason or another, as well as some kind of feelings that even she herself can't explain. chose to turn a blind eye.

When she finally came out of her thoughts, it was nearly noon, and it was time for dinner.

Had a tasteless lunch. Fu Jun sent the person out again and continued to sit in front of the bookcase. She had a plain white banner at her hand. It was originally used for drawing sketches, but now it is full of words, arrowheads, boxes, underlines, and so on.

After eliminating the emotional factor and determining a basic logical point, what remains is to carry out reasonable reasoning, or rather, to make a comprehensive tactical deduction of the future trend of events on the basis of a certain assumption.

The work was even more time-consuming and labor-intensive than in the morning, and Fu Jun was busy until dusk approached, and finally came to an end.

She looked up and looked at the window screen. A thin layer of green was gathered on the window screen, and the faint crimson slanting sun filtered through the pear shadow veil, leaving a few dark shadows on the ground.

She stood up from her desk and opened one out the window.

Shijiang and Luping were guarding under the corridor, both quiet and silent, not far away, a few little maids carried food boxes and walked in from outside the courtyard.

Before he knew it, it was already time for dinner, and Fu Jun couldn't help but laugh a little. Because she was so focused on the affairs at hand, she didn't realize the passage of time at all, but she didn't know that the whole day had passed like this.

Thinking like this, Fu Jun frowned again.

There's a lot more to do next, but it's imperative to confirm one thing first.

"Wade the river, fetch some water to come in." Fu Jun flipped the manuscript paper over and commanded in a loud voice.

Shizuka, who had been guarding the door, breathed a sigh of relief. Fu Jun was locked in the room for a whole day, she was really worried, but now after listening to this call, she knew that Fu Jun was done.

Yibi thought, Shijiang Yibi answered, and after a while, he personally took a small copper basin into the west room, gently rested the copper basin on the case, and then lowered his head and retreated.

The copper basin was filled with half a basin of water, reflecting the twilight that filled the room. Fu Jun soaked the paper full of words in water, and only after the ink had melted and the handwriting was completely eliminated did he take out the paper and crumple it into a ball.

So far, the theoretical work has been basically completed, but the practical work still needs to be advanced step by step, and we should not rush it. Of course, there are some things that can be done at this time.

After pondering for a while, Fu Jun sat down in front of the desk again, took out a plain note, and wrote with a pen.

There was a lot to write, but she wrote very quickly, and after a short time she wrote the letter, dried the ink, put it in an envelope, sealed it with fire paint and printed a begonia seal, called Chu Jian in, and she sent the letter to Wang Xiang.

Chu Jian took the order and left, but Fu Jun's heart was still a little heavy.

Fortunately, it was still early, and Yiqiē should still have time to set it up, and the mistakes she had made before were not irreparable now. She thought to herself as she looked up out the window.

The blue brick walls are covered with irises, and some thin flowers bloom in the twilight, fragrant and fragrant.

However, the smell of the dripping did not make her feel comfortable, and she stared at the line of sky outside the brick wall, and the expression on her face was very solemn......

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A few days after the rain in the valley, Fu Jun received the news from Mrs. Li that on the tenth day of the fourth month, Fu Cong, the third master of the Pingnan Hou Mansion, got married.

Speaking of which, Fu Cong is twenty years old this year, and his marriage has been delayed because he has been studying in Shandong. Last year, Fu Cong finally returned to Beijing to prepare for the triennial martial arts examination, and his marriage was also finalized under Zhang Luo's Zhang, and the daughter of a general political secretary was ordered.

Although the official position of the general secretary of the government is only five grades, her mother is a serious girl from the Dingxi Hou Mansion, and her background can be described as profound, and she can be called a good match with the Pingnan Hou Mansion. This family affair has been rarely affirmed by both Fu Zhuang and Zhang's family, and it has gone very smoothly since the beginning of the marriage, and the wedding date is set for the beginning of spring this year.

After receiving this good news, Fu Jun was overjoyed, so he asked someone to open the cage, and picked a pair of auspicious Pisces Lotus Sheep Fat Jade Peiquan as a congratulatory gift, and sent it over with Shen's mother, and called Chu Jian in, and quietly ordered her a few words. (To be continued.) )