If you talk about the etiquette of entering the palace, Mrs. Hou can teach a lesson, but when she thinks that the object of teaching is Fu Jun, her heart is uncomfortable. However, entering the palace is a top priority, and it is related to the face of the entire Hou Mansion, so Mrs. Hou is no longer willing to do so, and she can't ignore it.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Hou raised her head and planned to talk about it to Master Hou. Unexpectedly, before she could speak, Fu Geng had already bowed to the Hou Ye and said: "I want to borrow someone from you to teach Sister Tang the etiquette in the palace, and I will accompany you when I enter the palace tomorrow, and I hope that my father will allow it." ”

Fu Geng's clear voice echoed in the Tibetan Wei Building, and Master Hou and Mrs. Hou were at the same time.

Mrs. Hou still maintained the posture of raising her head to speak, but her face was a little stiff, and she glanced at Fu Geng unnaturally. When Hou Ye heard this, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he immediately flattened again, squinting his eyes and saying nothing for a while.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little subtle, and Fu Jun couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

Fu Geng's request is not too much, why is the reaction of Mrs. Hou and Master Hou so displeased? Especially Hou Ye, the micro-expression of Fang Cai's eyebrows is a reaction before people get angry or angry.

Could it be that Fu Geng's request made Ping Nanhou very unhappy? Fu Jun was secretly speculating while carefully observing Hou Ye's micro-expressions.

But seeing that Pingnanhou squinted his eyes slightly and thought for a while, he immediately said, "Okay, I will allow you to be." Who are you going to borrow? ”

"Xu Niangzi." Fu Geng said immediately.

Ping Nanhou seemed to have expected it, his expression did not move at all, he only nodded, waved his hand and called someone to whisper a word, then stood up and said: "Tell Sister Tang to be ready, I still have something ahead of me." With that, he strode out with his man.

Fu Jun looked at Hou Ye's tall back, and suddenly his heart moved, hesitated for a while, and then followed out of the door.

The snow was still falling outside, and the crystal snow flakes were sprinkled like a silent and grand dance. Fu Jun took a breath, the air was moist and gentle, with a kind of warmth and smoothness that a snowman had. She stared at it, but saw that Ping Nanhou's figure was not far away. He didn't walk under the porch, but strode through the snowy world.

"Grandfather." Fu Jun called out, and hurriedly chased after him down the steps.

Hou Ye turned around to look when he heard the sound, but saw Fu Jun wearing a little red cloak, waving his hands and feet, struggling to step through the snow that almost buried his calves, stumbling towards this side, and shouting "Grandfather wait for me" as he walked.

Ping Nanhou's frowning brows relaxed, and he couldn't help but smile a little on his face, and looked at the little man in red with his hands and said, "What did Sister Tang do when she ran out?" Something to do with your grandfather? ”

"Well," Fu Jun nodded vigorously, panting heavily, hurried a few steps to run in front of Hou Ye, raised his face and said, "Grandfather, granddaughter has something to ask for." ”

After listening to what Fu Jun said, Ping Nanhou's face showed a hint of interest, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Fu Jun quickly organized the language, and said concisely: "The granddaughter wants those two maids to return to the autumn and evening residence. ”

"Oh?" Hou Ye's eyebrows raised slightly, "Are you talking about the two maids who went to the Lantern Festival with you?" ”

"Exactly." Fu Jun nodded.

Hou Ye asked, "Why?" ”

Fu Jun said: "Because their crimes will not be punished heavily." ”

"Oh?" Hou Ye smiled even more interestingly: "As a slave, but let the master get lost, isn't it a serious crime?" ”

Fu Jun couldn't help but smile when she heard this, and said: "Grandfather, granddaughter said something disrespectful, so it was my father who accompanied my granddaughter that day, and my granddaughter was afraid that she would still get lost." ”

Fu Jun's words were very meaningful, Hou Ye's face suddenly turned cold, his eyes became a little unpredictable, and he looked at Fu Jun silently.

Fu Jun said with a smile: "Because my granddaughter wants to drink Zhang Zixiu's soybean milk too much, she will definitely beg her father to come over." If there is a mistake in this matter, the first one who is wrong is the granddaughter. You think, even my father can't stop my granddaughter, and Shejiang and Huixue are just little girls, and I can't stop my granddaughter. ”

She spoke in a very relaxed tone, with a child's innocence and childishness in her big eyes. Hou Ye's face softened a little when he heard this.

"What's more," Fu Jun continued, "The granddaughter thought that their only mistake was to appear by her granddaughter's side at that time that day. It is precisely because of this that the granddaughter can trust them. ”

When he said these words, the innocence and childishness in Fu Jun's eyes faded away, and was replaced by a meaningful smile.

She rarely gets along with Hou Ye, but Fu Jun is no stranger to the likes and dislikes of the supreme leader of the Hou Mansion. A person's micro-expressions can not only express feelings, but also a manifestation of their temperament.

Fu Jun knew that under certain conditions, Pingnan Hou was loyal and courageous, but this kind of loyalty and courage could not be foolish, loyal and brave; As a superior person, he will be interested if someone can challenge his authority in a small way without touching the bottom line.

For example, at this moment, after listening to Fu Jun's meaningful words, the interest in Hou Ye's eyes became strong again.

"You can trust them so much?" Hou Ye smiled and asked, "Don't you suspect that they have something to do with your loss?" ”

"If so, would they still be locked up in the firewood room?" Fu Jun tilted his head and asked.

Hou Ye was stunned for a moment, his eyes gradually showed a little surprise, stared at Fu Jun for a long time, and then asked, "Why don't you go to ask your grandmother for mercy, but come to ask your grandfather?" ”

Fu Jun knew that he would ask such a question, and she also knew that if she didn't answer this question well, she was afraid that her efforts would be in vain.

However, this question is really difficult to answer.

The reason why she came to beg Hou Ye was just a small credit. For example, she guessed: The Queen Mother summoned her to the palace, probably because she knew that she was helping to solve the case; And the summons of the Queen Mother indicates that the case is likely to have been solved, the children have been recovered, and Tang Lin is likely to have said good things about her.

Of course, she deduced these things backwards, and she couldn't do it accurately. But at least, the Queen Mother ordered to summon her, which was a matter of face for the head of the Hou Mansion. She Fu Jun took advantage of this to make a small request, which should not be too much.

And more importantly, Mrs. Hou didn't want to see Fu Jun. If Fu Jun begged Mrs. Hou, even if she agreed on the surface, she would definitely do something in secret. As long as things rise to the level of Mrs. Hou, it will evolve into a confrontation between Sanfang and Mrs. Hou, and the final result will be difficult to say. But she couldn't say these words.

For a while, thousands of words gathered in his heart, but Fu Jun couldn't find a suitable answer. She lowered her head slowly, did not speak, only let out a long sigh.

Hou Ye looked at it with joy.

He does like people who are wise and upright. However, everything needs to have a degree. Too smart and loyal, but not good.

This little granddaughter of his family is not bad, she has no lack of mental courage, but she is not aggressive. He has a kind temperament, treats his subordinates generously, and does not care about the rights and wrongs behind him. At the same time, there is no lack of uprightness, not pretentious with false words, and not whitewashed with words that go against the will. That long sigh was quite mournful, and the little appearance of slumping shoulders and hanging down was quite pitiful. (To be continued.) )