Fu Zhuang closed his eyes slightly, and once again lightly clasped the table with his fingers.

Mo An was telling the truth. Yesterday he did run back to report the letter, and the mother-in-law of the corner gate did deliver the message to the inner house.

However, the servant woman who had delivered the message entered the aisle, and the front and back doors of the aisle were locked. The servant woman knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered.

She didn't dare to call for help, after all, this matter should not be publicized, in case she called the people from the second room or Rong Xuan Hall, it would be troublesome. So the servant woman shut up in the aisle all night, and when the door was opened the next day, she went to tell the news, and it had happened. Fortunately, she didn't know much, otherwise the Zhang family was afraid that she would go crazy.

Thinking of this, Fu Geng's eyebrows added a touch of calmness.

This matter must have been caused by the collusion between the inner house and the outside, but it is a little difficult to say who did it.

Is it Fu Ting, or is it Cui's? Or the whole second room? Or is it ...... Three-room?

No matter who moves the hand, the arrangement is so light that it is almost imperceptible.

That Zheng Xiaolian Fu Zhuang had already sent someone to doxx, but he didn't find any problems. She was born poor, her parents died, and she was trained in Yangzhou for many years, and then she was hired by this green restaurant with a lot of money, and she was used as a cash cow.

Fu Cong spent a full five hundred taels of silver on her.

First, a few green hands made trouble, and there were ready-made rich and noble sons beside him. What kind of good person is this Zheng Xiaolian? No matter how stupid you are, you know how to do it. It's a natural fit.

As for Zeng Shuo, the eldest son, he is even more of a bastard, he knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long, and it is impossible to conspire with others to do this.

An idle boy. A trick with a pitiful background, these two together are enough to make trouble. Coupled with the appearance of those green hands, things have changed a few more times. And no matter what kind of change, Fu Cong will never be pleased.

Fu Zhuang stared at the bricks under his feet with an indifferent expression, and Fang ordered: "Take the person down and take the medicine first, and then send him to Brother Cong'er to listen to it." The two guards were each rewarded with five taels of silver. ”

Since a calculating person lifts a light weight, Fu Zhuang believes that he should not move too much.

Mo An is still good, at least he ran back to report the letter, and he just beat the board. The two guards were also painted. The injury was not light. It can be seen that they also protected Fu Cong with all their strength in the fight at that time.

The so-called calculating or unintentional, they were defenseless on their side, but the other party had already stared at Fu Cong, and they were well prepared. The timing was also coincidental. That's why I got it.

It doesn't matter who's behind it. The matter has been settled, and the other party has no more means, Fu Zhuang feels that it is better to suppress the matter.

But. They have no reason to suffer dumb losses in the long house.

"Yun Han," Fu Zhuang commanded, "you go and see where Master Hou is?" ”

"Yes." Yun Han promised and quickly retreated.

Fu Zhuang stood up, and turned to the west of the room with a turn of footsteps. Fu Geng took a bamboo tube rabbit hair from the ink and bamboo pen grid of Sui Han Sanyou, and then crouched in front of the desk and wrote concentratingly, but what was written was a passage in "Lao Tzu":

"The way of heaven is like a bow. The higher ones suppress it, the lower ones lift it, the surplus loses it, and the insufficient ones make up for it. The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency with more losses, but the way of people is not, and the loss is not enough to give more than enough. ”

In one go, throw the pen on the table.

Then, looking at the thin Wei characters on the paper, a touch of bitterness gradually appeared on Fu Zhuang's lips.

People who are more middle-aged feel more and more the mystery of Lao Zhuang's words. It is deep and wide, and it is often thought-provoking.

However, his heart was still uneasy.

"Someone, burn it." Fu Zhuang commanded.

Songyue walked over silently, neatly rolled up the snow-wave paper with thick ink, lit the paper medium, and placed it in a large copper basin on the ground.

After a while, the fiery serpent sprang up, and the handwriting that was like a branch was licked by the tongue of fire, and gradually turned to ashes......

Cui Shi lazily reclined on the beauty couch, watching the green pavilion close the paper to the red candle on the crystal ruyi pattern candlestick, and burned the paper.

"That's it." Cui's smile was very sweet, and his only eyes were as cold as a knife: "I also calculated a bad breath in my chest." ”

Lu Xie looked at the piece of paper that had only a tail left in his hand, and did not speak. Cui Xuan on the side smiled and said, "It's good if my wife is happy." ”

"I'm glad." Cui's face smiled slightly, "Someone got rid of the cheap seed born by the cheap maid for me, so I naturally need to repay the favor." As she spoke, she twisted the handkerchief in her hand, and her eyebrows swept across the cold, "I want to see what good people who dare to calculate my son can get for themselves." ”

Speaking of this, she sneered.

Everyone didn't dare to speak for a while, and they were silent one by one.

After Cui Shi laughed for a while, his expression relaxed again, and he instructed Lu Xie to say: "You go and prepare a four-color fruit cake for me, salute at the four ends, and then put the newly obtained mutton fat jade dragon lingzhi pendant into the red lingzhi box." Taking advantage of the good weather in the past two days, you can help me send it to my aunt, and say that it is a Dragon Boat Festival gift for her in advance. ”

When she said a word, the green pavilion responded. After Cui finished speaking, Lu Xie hesitated for a while before saying softly: "Madam, will it be ...... to send something over at this time?"

Cui Shi turned his eyes and understood what she meant, and couldn't help but hide his lips and smile: "Sure enough, it's still our green pavilion that is smart." This is a great concern. If I send something over at this time, anyone with a discerning eye will be able to see that I am thanking my uncle for being angry for me. Look at me, I forgot about it in a moment of joy. ”

Speaking of this, Cui's eyes were already crooked with laughter, and he felt extremely happy in his heart. The breath that had been holding in her heart some time ago was finally spit out, which simply refreshed her.

The people in the long room calculated Chaoyun, and even her Ji'er also calculated, is it really that the tiger is not powerful when she is a sick cat? The paper figure clearly had the birthdays of Fu Jue and Chaoyun written on it, and Cui Shi was really angry when he heard about it.

The Zhang family used such subordinate methods, and it really came out of the cold door, and the dirty behavior was really outrageous. And the matter of Wei Sheng finally fell on Fu Xue, which is simply ridiculous.

The girl said that she was pregnant, and said that she was probably pregnant with Fu Ting's child. Who believes this?

Cui couldn't help but sneer.

It is true that Fu Ting is a little heavier on women, but it also depends on who it is. The people in his eldest brother Fu Zhuang's room, Fu Ting will never move. That's for sure.

Besides, Fu Xue has disappeared since that day, and I don't know whether she is dead or alive. Just based on the few words that came from the front, he was fooled, and Hou Ye was biased towards the long room, and he was never so biased. (To be continued.) )