In fact, this matter was arranged by Wang Xiang, and the purpose was naturally for Fu Jun to go out tomorrow to find a vacancy.

The small Buddha hall is on the west side of the courtyard, very close to the corner gate, and it is easy to enter and exit. At the same time, because Mrs. Song is quite devout to the Buddha, every time she copies the scriptures, recites the Buddha, etc., no one is allowed to go in and disturb, let alone serve in close to the people she is. This also gave Fu Jun a reason to send the attendant maid away.

Speaking of which, the fact that this matter was arranged so smoothly is inseparable from Mrs. Song's full cooperation.

Regarding the chess test, Mrs. Song, as the supreme leader of the female dependents in the house, it is impossible to say that she does not know anything about it. Although she didn't know much, the little information she knew was enough to attract her attention. Therefore, Wang Xiang only mentioned a few words to her, and she immediately agreed.

However, Wang Xiang did not say that Fu Jun would find an opportunity to go out, but said that he would arrange for Fu Jun to copy secret documents for him in the small Buddha hall, and Mrs. Song also believed it.

As soon as Na Rui'er left, Shen's mother and Shijiang were busy, packed up a lot of things, and prepared to bring them to Fu Jun when she copied the scriptures tomorrow.

Before going to bed at night, Shen's mother sat on the edge of Fu Jun's bed with red circles and said softly: "The girl's filial piety, Mrs. must know it in the spirit of heaven." But the girl should not spare her body. It was very cold in the small Buddha hall, and the girl would rather wear more tomorrow than think that the clothes were too heavy and cumbersome. ”

Looking at Shen's mother's concerned face, Fu Jun was very sorry in her heart, and only felt ashamed of both Shen's mother and the deceased Wang......

However, the chess test has been stalemate for a long time, Fu Geng and Wang Xiang are facing unknown enemies, and there must be many dangers ahead, how can Fu Jun ignore his relatives? Thinking that Wang's spirit in the sky will also forgive her for this unfilial behavior.

With guilt in his heart, Fu Jun gently leaned his head on Shen's mother's shoulder and said softly, "I know." Mom shouldn't always think about me, just take care of herself. ”

Shen's mother said yes softly, and personally settled Fu Jun to sleep, and then went back to the house.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning. Because he wanted to copy the scriptures, Fu Jun did not go to Jinhui Hall to ask for peace, but went to the small Buddha Hall with a meal of the court.

Mrs. Song had already asked someone to clean the small Buddha hall in advance, and added new carbon basins and other things. Even the utility room at the entrance of the small Buddha hall was cleaned up, ready for the people who followed him to rest. This arrangement is more than ten times more thoughtful than usual.

Shen's mother came to see it in person, and when she saw that everything was in order, she was relieved. He also told Shijiang that a few of them were waiting to listen to the call. Fang Zi went.

After Shen's mother left, Fu Jun sat on the futon and concentrated on copying the scriptures.

The small Buddha hall has been lit with butter candles all year round, and the light is abundant, the only disadvantage is that there are no windows, you can't see the scene outside, and you can't estimate the time.

Fu Jun originally had a small gold watch, but it was a relic left by the Wang family, and she had always cherished it. It is not often worn on the body. What's more, she needs to go out of the house in disguise today, and these odds and ends that are easy to arouse suspicion can't be brought. Therefore, she could only calm down and slowly copy the scriptures.

The incense burner was lit with thin incense sticks, the air was slightly warm, and the sandalwood was faintly floating, Fu Jun focused his attention on the tip of the pen, and gradually, the impetuousness and uneasiness that surged into his heart were in that little by little, word by word. Slowly dissipated.

The morning passed so quietly.

At noon, he simply used some rice and vegetarian dishes, and sent them away, and Fu Jun began to continue copying the scriptures. She wrote two lines here. I heard the voices of the people outside who were wading the river and said, "Say hello to the old lady." ”

As soon as Fu Jun heard it, she knew that Wang Xiang had come to pick her up. She hurriedly stood up, and Wang Xiang had already walked in directly with someone. A few of them followed him.

"I've seen my grandfather." Fu Jun stepped forward to salute.

Wang Xiang helped her and said in a harmonious voice, "Grandfather came to see you." As he spoke, he glanced at the others and said, "You guys go down first, and I'll have a few words with the four girls." ”

Fu Jun nodded slightly to Shijiang and the others, and several maids answered in unison. They all retreated.

Looking at the cotton curtain that had been re-closed in front of him, Fu Jun took two steps forward, lowered his voice and asked, "Grandfather, where is Steward Xu?" ”

Wang Xiang said softly: "Steward Xu will arrive later." ”

Fu Jun nodded, pressed down the anxiety in his heart, sat back on the futon, and waited patiently for Xu Niangzi's arrival.

Yesterday, after Wang Xiang and Mr. Tian discussed, it was decided to put the interrogation time in the next day. Because there are more people on the street, it is not easy for them to be eyed. Even if someone is secretly watching, you can get out by taking advantage of more people.

Because Fu Jun was here, Wang Xiang arranged extremely cautiously this time, and even made a plan for the escape route. From the perspective of a former police officer, Fu Jun believes that the project has reached a professional level.

It didn't take long for Xu Niangzi, who came over to discuss "important matters" with Wang Xiang under the pretext, and also arrived. As soon as she came, Fu Jun entered the inner room of the small Buddha hall with her and changed into men's clothes. Naturally, the handsome little guy still stayed in place of Fu Jun. This time, he wiped his yellow face in advance, and this time he came in and went out with the same "yellow-faced little guy", which was more able to achieve the effect of hiding people's ears.

After Fu Jun finished changing clothes, Wang Xiang took Xu Niangzi and the "little girl" out of the small Buddha hall, and before leaving, he specially told them not to go in and disturb Fu Jun to copy the scriptures.

Because today is the Shangyuan Festival, the villages and towns outside the city of Nagusu have poured into the city, preparing to go to Wolong Street at night to see the lights. Therefore, from daytime, the city was full of cars and people, and it was very lively.

Fu Jun followed Wang Xiang out of the house quietly from the back door of the mansion, and there was a very inconspicuous carriage parked outside the door, and the driver who was driving the car wore a big hat, covering most of his face, and he couldn't see his appearance at all.

And even so, when the coachman opened his mouth to call "master", Fu Jun still heard that the coachman was none other than the little guy named Ayuan.

What is the identity of this black-faced guy who loves to cross-dress, Wang Xiang never explained it to Fu Jun, only said that his name was A-Yuan, and he was sent by Fu Geng, so he didn't say a word.

Fu Jun saw the big hat on Ah Yuan's head at this moment, and he couldn't help but slander in his heart: Is it necessary to call on people from all over the world to come and see such a black face and a big hat, this pretend is really not very good.

However, when the carriage turned into the market, Fu Jun looked through the gap in the curtains, but saw that eight out of ten of the handlebars of the carriage were wearing big hats, but Ah Yuan was not conspicuous at all. Fu Jun realized that this was also a custom of Gusu carriage and horse travel, but she was lonely and unheard.

The carriage turned around the city for a long time, and Rao is Fu Jun had a strong sense of direction, and he was also dizzy. Finally, the carriage finally drove into a narrow alley, and looking at the houses on both sides, Fu Jun felt that it looked a little like the shanty town she had seen in her previous life. (To be continued.) )