Fu Jun fell silent, and after a while, he raised his eyes and smiled at Meng Yuan.

He couldn't describe the laugh. It seems to be self-deprecating, it is like ridicule, but it is also like boundless tiredness and sadness.

His heart clenched instantly.

He took two steps forward and stared into her face, his eyes as deep as the sea.

Fu Jun didn't notice Meng Yuan's movements.

She just looked sideways at the vase on the table. In the bottle/inserted/a sprig of wood, broken flowers are dotted with green leaves, and the cold fragrance is diffused in all directions.

Her voice was also cold: "Is it taking advantage of tonight's family banquet to move your hand?" ”

Meng Yuan pondered for a while and shook his head: "I don't know for sure when to do it. My man intercepted the mother-in-law who left the house three days ago. ”

Three days ago?

Fu Jun calculated the time in his heart, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

In other words, Zheng's success should have been earlier than three days ago. After the handkerchief is successful, she will definitely have to look for an opportunity to find someone to send things out. Meng Yuan's men intercepted the veil when the man left the house.

I don't know how Zheng moved his hands, could it be a servant woman on the pulp?

Fu Jun thought about it while unconsciously gently curling a strand of hair in his hand, his expression slightly cold.

It can also be seen from the things stolen by the Zheng family that what is attached to the back of this handkerchief must be Fu Jun's reputation or marriage.

If a woman's private handkerchief falls into the hands of a man, once the matter is discovered, her reputation will be ruined, and her family affairs will be very passive. When the time comes, in order to calm things down, you can only make mistakes if you can't say it. Let Fu Jun marry the person who got her veil.

A trace of resentment welled up in Fu Jun's heart.

And then, an even greater sense of powerlessness overwhelmed her.

This is a time that is extremely unfair to women. As long as she takes one wrong step, the woman will fall into a state of no return. And men are messing with flowers and grass outside, and they have three wives and four concubines inside, but they are still called romantic.

In the face of this whole era, what can she do alone? Recklessly rushing left and right? Equal rights in this patriarchal society? Be brave enough to say "no" to this whole era......

And then what?

Fu Jun unconsciously coiled his hair, and a faint hint of mockery floated on his face.

If that's the case, maybe she'll be disposed of as a monster, right? Pingnanhou and Mrs. Hou, the standard feudal patriarchs, will definitely let her granddaughter disappear silently in the courtyard of the deep house.

What will happen to the people around her? Shijiang, Shen's mother, Qingwu...... They were all born of her. She can ignore her own life, but she can't ignore theirs.

Fu Jun closed his eyes. Took a deep breath.

She felt like she was running out of it. But. She had to endure it. Even for the sake of the innocent people around her, she had to endure it.

Fu Jun raised his eyes to look at Meng Yuan.

He was also looking at her.

In those icy eyes, there was a soft light that was finer than the moonlight.

Fu Jun's mood relaxed slightly, and his thoughts turned back to the things in front of him.

Fortunately, this matter was resolved by Meng Yuan in advance.

"Who does she want to give it to?" Fu Jun asked. There was a faint tiredness in his voice.

The soft light in Meng Yuan's eyes flickered for a moment. Fu returned to calm: "My people watched that mother-in-law go to Xu's mansion. ”

Xufu? Xu Yun? That's Jiang Ji.

Fu Jun's expression was indifferent: "Jiang Xi is keeping my handkerchief for his own use." Or was it handed over to someone else? ”

She always felt that Jiang Xi's purpose for her was a little weird.

Fu Jun did not forget that in the Qingwei Lou incident, there was a "third party" that Meng Yuan never wanted to mention.

Perhaps, Jiang Ji targeted all the reasons for Fu Jun. It's all on this mysterious "third party".

The soft light in Meng Yuan's eyes suddenly froze in one place, and his eyes were extremely cold.

Fortunately, Wu Gou, this kid, was alert and changed things in advance, and the handkerchief that Jiang Xi got was not Fu Jun's at all.

It's just that after Jiang Xi got the handkerchief, a master took things from her that night.

According to Tang Dao, the master's martial arts were unpredictable, and he didn't dare to follow too closely, but he saw that the man went to the area of Mulberry Street, but he didn't find out which house he entered.

Meng Yuan's expression was a little awe-inspiring.

Who Mulberry Street has to do with it, he can guess a rough idea.

It must be that person again!

To do such a despicable thing and ruin people's reputation, this is the most noble royal family of the Han Dynasty!

Meng Yuan's heart suddenly rolled up with a strong killing intent.

However, looking at the delicate woman in front of him, his heart softened again in an instant.

That's it, that's it.

Those dirty people and things, let him keep them out. She just had to stay here, just like she was now.

It's just the veil......

Meng Yuan's fingers moved.

The handkerchief was in his sleeve, and he had intended to give it back to her.

But just now, when his hand caressed the silky material, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Jiang Xi hasn't moved yet, my people are still waiting." This series of words came out as smoothly as if it were true, "When she does it, my people will find a way to transfer things." ”

His voice was as soft as the night outside the window.

Fu Jun nodded.

She was a little upset now, and she didn't have time to observe Meng Yuan's expression.

Once things get involved with Jiang Xi, it will always become very troublesome. The hateful thing is that Fu Jun can't control this person at all. There is an invisible force around Jiang Ji, and her energy is far greater than Fu Jun knows.

The current Jiang Ji made Fu Jun instinctively feel dangerous.

The only thing she felt fortunate about was that Meng Yuan had been helping her.

"Thank you." Fu Jun solemnly bowed and saluted Meng Yuan.

Meng Yuan turned sideways, his eyes as gentle as a good night: "I said I would help you watch." ”

Fu Jun nodded and shook his head again.

She knew that he would help her watch, but at this moment, she still felt a little sad.

She suddenly remembered that today was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Fu Jun's lips showed a faint hint of mockery.

This is a great irony.

It was obviously a good festival for family reunion and family reunion, but she received such news. Her stepmother colluded with outsiders to calculate her, and did everything to seize the dowry from her hands.

Her family fate is really inherently thin.

Fu Jun couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Meng Yuan stared at her.

She stood in the dim candlelight, and the cool breeze came in through the window, brushing her clothes against her body.

Meng Yuan suddenly felt that she was very far away from him.

It was as if she was standing alone in the infinite darkness. In her, there is an indescribable, deep loneliness.

Meng Yuan's heart tightened again.

He took a few steps forward and looked down at the woman in front of him.

She was petite, and the top of her head was less than his chin. He looked sideways at the gauze tent on the side, the candlelight flickering, and his shadow was imprinted on the silk tent, which happened to cover her shadow.

"Don't be afraid." His voice was hoarse, "I'll protect you." You don't have to worry about anything. (To be continued.) )