Fu Ke sat in the sedan chair biting his nails, not paying attention to Fu Jun's whereabouts at all.

Her first problem now is Lianqing.

Fu Ke couldn't figure out what was wrong. She has already arranged it very carefully, and with Jiang Xi helping from the side, there shouldn't be any mistakes.

Unless it's Jiang Xi's mistake!

Fu Ke bit his nails hard, and there was panic and anger between his low eyebrows.

She actually knew very well in her heart that no matter who the problem came from, it ended up on her Fu Ke.

Lian Qing is her personal maid. Lianqing has something, how can she get out of it?

No, she can't sit still, she has to do it early.

Thinking of this, Fu Ke put down his hand, lifted the sedan curtain and looked out. At this moment, she can't wait to step into the Yunyun Tower in one step and clean up everything from beginning to end.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she couldn't wait any longer, so she immediately raised her voice: "Get off the sedan chair." ”

The sedan chair lady stopped the sedan chair, Mei Hong stepped forward and lifted the sedan curtain, Fu Ke helped her hand get off the sedan chair, and said as calmly as possible: "I want to take a walk, you can retreat." ”

The sedan chair lady hurriedly bowed down and carried the sedan chair back.

Seeing that there was no one around, Fu Ke immediately whispered: "Mei Hong, you go to Lianqing's room first and search all the suspicious things." Also, quickly send someone to inform Lianqing's brother and sister-in-law, telling them that if they want Lianqing to live, they can't leak a little bit about today's events, can you know? ”

Mei Hong had long felt that something was wrong, and at this time, after listening to Fu Ke's instructions, she immediately said, "Yes, the maid will arrange it." ”

Fu Ke grabbed her again and said, "Be careful." Don't let anyone look at the tracks. ”

Mei Hong nodded, and quickly went to the Yunyun Tower.

Fu Ke felt a little more settled at this time, she beckoned another big girl named Libai to come over, and said with a light smile: "I want to go and see my mother, you can follow." ”

That pear Bai is not able to serve closely, and at this time, he was overjoyed when he heard the words, and hurriedly smiled: "Yes, the maid is supporting the girl." ”

Fu Ke took Libai's hand, took the style of the noble girl of the Houmen, and went to Qinghu Villa without mentioning it.

But he said that it was getting down. Not long after Fu Jun came back from Rongxuan Hall. A large number of maids and servants went in and out, and after a short time, all the things that Fu Jun used were removed.

When it was time to eat, a large copper lock was firmly placed on the courtyard gate of the rain hall. Not even a single person to watch the yard was left. But the furniture in the courtyard has moved to Qiuxi House.

For Fu Jun's move. There was not much reaction in the house.

At this time, it is almost winter, and the sacrifice day of Fu Jun's biological mother Wang is approaching. According to the customs of this dynasty, five years after the mother's funeral. On the day of the festival, you need to perform rituals, otherwise you need to bathe and fast to show filial piety, which lasts from one month to two months.

And the reason why Fu Jun moved to Qiuxi Residence is also because this is the old residence, and mourning for his deceased mother here can be regarded as a kind of mourning and filial piety.

Once everything is settled, it's time to hold the lights.

Fu Jun thought that he was tired from participating in the flower banquet today, so he told Shen's mother and the others to wash up early. However, because he still had to recite the scriptures for half an hour before going to bed, after washing, Fu Jun sent out Shijiang and the others, and there were no more lamps and candles in the room, only a white jade lotus petal base with silver and copper pendant lamps was left. The lampshade was made of light yellow crystal yarn, and the candle flame in it came out through the veil, filling a room with a warm yellow.

Fu Jun sat alone under the lamp, quietly reciting the scriptures in her heart, and after reciting them again, she glanced at the clock on the Duobao Pavilion again.

It's almost dawn. She should have slept at this time of the day, but she couldn't sleep tonight.

Meng Yuan made an appointment with her to meet tonight.

At the end of the day, when she closed her eyes on the carriage, the curtain of the carriage was blown by the wind and a horn was lifted. At that moment, a ball of paper flew in from outside the curtain and landed accurately on her hand.

The paper ball was extremely light, it was a fine short curtain of white paper, which fell on Fu Jun's hand silently, and the green vines were unnoticed.

Fu Jun took advantage of the fact that there were few people in the car and quietly unfolded the note to take a closer look, and saw that only the time and place were written on it, and the handwriting was still written by Meng Yuan.

He made an appointment with Fu Jun to meet in Qiuxiju tonight, and the time was set at the beginning of the year.

What happened in Qingwei Building today, Fu Jun only knew that it must be related to Fu Ke, but the details of the incident were unknown. Therefore, Meng Yuan's appointment was an opportunity for Fu Jun to learn the truth, and she was eager to meet with her to solve the mystery in her heart.

Fu Jun thought about it, moved to the front of the desk, and turned down the damper on the lampshade, and the yellow in the room became even darker.

At that moment, there was a sudden noise in the window. The voice was thin and weak, if it weren't for Fu Jun who had been paying attention to the movements around him, he was afraid that he would think it was the sound of the wind blowing the window paper.

She quietly pushed open the window drawer, and the light in the room leaned towards the night outside the window, vaguely outlining Meng Yuan's well-defined face.

"You're here." Fu Jun said softly and took two steps back at the same time.

Meng Yuan turned over and entered the room lightly, closed the window drawer behind him, and said in a low voice, "The light is darker." ”

It's still imperative, it's still iron-cold.

However, at this moment, this low voice, like ice and snow, is warmer to Fu Jun's ears than the lights in the room.

She dimmed the light a little bit as she said, and then pointed to the brocade stool next to her and said, "Please take a seat." ”

Meng Yuan sat down and didn't speak for a while, his eyes that were like quenched ice turned into fine starlight under the light, projected / projected / on Fu Jun's face.

Only then did Fu Jun realize that Meng Yuan was wearing a black suit today, and even the big coat outside was also dark, with the sharp hair of a purple mink coming out of it, and sitting in the dim light, the whole person was full of condensation.

Fu Jun suppressed the questions that surged in his heart, sat down opposite Meng Yuan, and said softly with a smile: "Thank you for today's events." ”

When Meng Yuan heard this, his long eyebrows frowned, and said, "Are you okay?" ”

"Nothing." Fu Jun said with a smile, "It's just that I have a lot of questions in my heart, and I hope to solve my doubts." ”

Meng Yuan bowed his head and said, "That's exactly what I'm here for. ”

Fu Jun's face showed a trace of gratitude, and he looked at it again, and asked softly, "How did you know that there was something wrong with Qingwei Building?" ”

Meng Yuan pondered for a while, and Fang said in a low voice: "A few days ago, my subordinates accidentally saw several groups of people gathered here, among them, there was the maid beside your stepsister. ”

As expected, Fu Jun was not surprised at all, he didn't even move his brows, and only continued to ask: "How many groups of people did you say?" Who else but my stepsister? ”

"Cheng Jia, the eldest daughter of the Xu family and their companions, and ......" At this point, a trace of hesitation flashed in Meng Yuan's eyes.

He suddenly felt reluctant to say the man's name.

Although a large part of the reason he asked her to meet privately was because of that person.

However, at this moment, looking at the woman in front of me wearing a homely plain jacket and a thin white silk skirt, her black and slippery hair was only pulled by a pinch, her hair was not gorgeous, her face was without dandan, and her dark eyes were clean and clear, like autumn water.

He suddenly felt that the man's name was so filthy that it didn't deserve to be mentioned in front of her. (To be continued.) )