Chapter Eighty-Seven: Tucking the Quilt
When Fu Ying learned the news, he was taking Zhenyu in the kitchen to urge Archer to make crystal hawthorn cake.
Zhenyu, Archer and Ah Yuan squatted on the ground to remove the hawthorn seeds, while Fu Ying lazily leaned on a half-used drunken chair under the porch to bask in the sun, looking drowsy, and said lazily: "It's really strange." A heroic figure like the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty would disappear for no reason? Where is the reason why the king of a country is missing? There are also some hidden secrets. β
Archer glanced up at Fu Ying when he heard this, but did not speak.
Ah Yuan smiled and flattered: "The seventh girl is well-informed and smart, just now that little girl just said a few random words, and let the girl analyze the inside story." β
"Just you can talk." Fu Ying shook the fan and sighed: "The emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty is a Ming monarch, since he practiced Zuo, the Zhou Dynasty has become more and more prosperous, and the government is very clear, and it is said that the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty is a person of pure filial piety and benevolence, for example, he treats the widow of the first emperor, his half-brother, if he is ruthless, will he not cut the grass and eradicate the root to avoid the possibility of fighting for the throne?" He was not, not only did he kill Prince Xiang, but allowed the Queen Mother, who listened to the government back then, to give birth to a child, and he always took Prince Xiang with him, and he was crowned king early. He is twenty-one years older than Prince Xiang, and it is said that he even ordered someone to carry Prince Xiang to the court in the early dynasty, and his prince was older than Prince Xiang, and he had never been treated like this. Moreover, Prince Xiang should go to the fief at the age of fifteen, and Emperor Zhou was reluctant to let him leave the capital, worried that he would go to the fief and suffer, so he kept finding a reason to keep him by his side, carefully taught and cared for, and personally supervised his studies. It's really more responsible than treating your own son. β
Fu Ying couldn't help but shake his head and sigh when he said this, the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty is simply the representative of the "good brother of the Zhou Dynasty"!
"A good emperor who can treat his brothers like this and care about the safety of the world must be a person with a clear mind and a great heart of love. How could it be that he disappeared after a war with the Northern Barbarians? Fu Ying sat up straight: "Could it be that there is some ulterior conspiracy in this?" β
If Emperor Zhou dies, who should be the heir?
The eldest son of the Zhou Dynasty died at an early age, and the second son was not crowned prince. And above the prince, there is also a Prince of Xiang.
There is also a saying in their country that a brother dies and a brother dies......
The more Fu Ying thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and he couldn't say that this was another human tragedy that disregarded humanity in order to compete for power.
Fu Ying sighed heavily.
Seeing her like this, Xiao Cuo, who had been sitting on the branch of the tree with a straw stick in his mouth, jumped down from the tall poplar tree high in the attic on the second floor, floated down in front of Fu Ying, and bit the grass and said vaguely: "What are you sighing for, what are you thinking?" β
"I think, if something happens to the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, who will get the throne between Prince Xiang and the second prince. Whoever has the most benefits is the most suspicious. β
"You...... I guess it's too much. Xiao Cuo's face was not very good-looking.
Fu Ying shook his head and said: "Actually, who is the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty really has little to do with Dongsheng Kingdom, I just think that instead of coming to an emperor with an unknown temperament, it is better for the Zhou Dynasty to not change people on the throne at all, at least there will be no conflicts and wars with our Dongsheng Kingdom." β
Xiao Mistaken, his chin said: "What you said is, I can't imagine that you still have such a heart of worrying about the country and the people." However, since the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty loved Prince Xiang so much, he would not have done this because Prince Xiang had done this. β
Fu Ying looked at him with a kind of "very stupid and naΓ―ve" look, thinking of those people in the family, and snorted coldly: "You think things too simply, and don't talk about it far, just talk about my family, isn't my father made enough contributions to the Fu family?" Haven't the second and third rooms been rubbing against my father to get by? Even now, they can still put their hands in our yard, and want to seize the property, force me and my mother to death, and divide my father's inheritance again. Will my father's kindness to them prevent them from having bad intentions? No matter how good the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty is to Prince Xiang, can he avoid Prince Xiang if he is greedy and wants more. β
She was speechless when she said something.
Seeing Xiao Cuo pursing his lips and the blades of grass falling to the ground listlessly, Fu Ying sneered: "I'm just casually analyzing, you are also a solid-eyed person, and you can worry about it like this for the sake of national affairs?" You still keep your affection, and he will worry about our Dongsheng Kingdom in the future. β
Xiao Cuo came back to his senses, smiled shyly, and couldn't help but sarcastically mock her: "I think you should think about your family affairs first, you haven't figured out your family affairs, not to mention national affairs, Zhou Dynasty's affairs, and you can't reach them." β
Can't you have a pleasant chat!
Fu Ying glanced at him: "You are really stingy, but you have to take revenge if you say a word."
"Where, this is a sincere reminder from others, and I don't bother to say it. Master Gu has also returned to Kyoto, I see that I live in the Song family, and Mrs. Wu Luohou is also not worried about the Shengjing family. It is understandable that she wants to keep this foundation for Marquis Wu Liu, and she will soon go back. Xiao Cuo simply sat under the porch and leaned against the fence, looked at the people swaying leisurely back and forth on the drunken chair, and said with a smile: "I think, you should also think about how to make Mrs. Wu Liuhou dissipate her anger when you go back, after all, you were turned upside down before you walked the courtyard." β
Although the tone of this man's speech was very flat, he was telling the truth.
Fu Ying was a little helpless.
"Those people really don't think they're outsiders anymore. It seems that I am not good enough to make them dare to do such a thing. Is my father's will so easy for them to find? β
Xiao Cuo sneered: "Mrs. Wu Luohou is very smart, and I believe that you are not stupid, where would you hide things in the East Cross Courtyard for people to find?" β
"yes, I'm not stupid." Fu Ying sat up straight and smiled proudly, and then felt that this sentence didn't sound like a taste.
Say she's not stupid, can you not use such a tone and expression?
The hawthorn was ready, and Archer went inside to prepare the crystal hawthorn cake. Zhenyu drooled and followed in.
Ah Yuan looked to the left at the two people in the kitchen, and then at Fu Ying and Xiao Cuo, who were chatting happily under the corridor, and suddenly felt that he was a little redundant. Still, he went into the kitchen, and he didn't want to disturb their master's good deeds here.
As Xiao Cuo expected, in the evening of the same day, the Song family and Song Jitang and his wife proposed that they had to go back, and they planned to leave early tomorrow morning.
She took her two daughters to stay at her mother's house for five days, and if she went back late, if she was caught by her mother-in-law, it would be bad.
It was Liao who didn't stop him this time.
In the evening, the setting sun stained half the sky red, and the cool breeze blew the sleeves of the robe, not as hot as in the day. Song Xiao stood beside the rockery in front of the door leading to the hanging flowers, looking at Fu Ying, who had been brought by the maid.
She is still wearing a light dress today, and her brocade-faced pinched teeth and nails reflect the warm sunset, which is dyed with a faint warm color, and even her whole person seems to be bathed in warmth.
She was going back tomorrow, and although he was her cousin, it was not good for him to come directly to see her. The next time we meet again, we will have to wait until the Song family brings her.
It may be that day.
Song Xiao pursed her lips, her reason did not overcome her desire to talk to her, and she still turned out of the rockery.
"Cousin."
"Third cousin, are you looking for me?" Fu Ying smiled and approached.
Song Xiao stood with his hands in his hands, smiled and said, "There are some things, you come with me, let's talk alone." β
Fu Ying didn't doubt it, but if there was something important, he let Zhenyu stay where he was, and followed Song Xiao to a quiet corner of the small garden on the side.
At this time, it was still some time before Xuzheng (eight o'clock in the evening), but there were not many people passing by in this place, not to mention that it was still in an inconspicuous corner, and a bush happened to cover the figures of the two.
Song Xiao lowered his head and looked at Fu Ying, and asked in a low voice: "I'm going back, isn't it good to stay a few more days?" β
Fu Ying smiled and shook his head: "I can't stay here, if I go back later, I'm afraid it won't be easy to clean up." "I don't know, the old lady dares to turn the land of the East Cross Courtyard to the ground.
The Song family is united, the eldest aunt and the second aunt are like sisters-in-law of the Song family, and the Song family has never had so many hypocritical things, it is because the entire Song family is extremely united, what happened in the Fu family, the Song family knows everything, Song Xiao thinks of such a complex environment, and I don't know how much willful and ugly the little girl will see, and she is a little sad and distressed.
The decision that had been lingering in his mind for a long time finally blurted out: "Haunting, are you willing to stay in the Song family in the future?" β
Fu Ying smiled and nodded: "Of course I do, when I go back to solve this matter, I will definitely persuade my mother to take me back to live for a while longer after I settle down." "In the Song family, she lives at ease, Song Jitang has a free and easy temperament, and the Liao family is a cheerful person, she abides by the rules while not writing so bad things, and her life in the Song family is the happiest day she has ever lived.
Fu Ying didn't think elsewhere at all!
Song Xiao's forehead was sweating.
He realized that he had said it so clearly. It's not that Fu Ying doesn't understand, she can't wipe her face when she wants to come to the girl's house, so let's use such words to support me.
"That's not what I meant." Song Xiao said anxiously: "That, I mean ......"
"Brother Yunyuan."
Yunyuan is Song Xiao's table.
Fu Ying and Song Xiao looked back, and saw Xiao Cuo wearing a light blue collar straight jacket coming towards them, and said in surprise: "I just went to look for you, so you are here." β
Song Xiao was annoyed and helpless, but he really wanted to make a friend of Xiao Cuo in his heart, and he liked such a knowledgeable and unruly chivalrous warrior very much, so he could only put his words aside for the time being, saluted each other with Xiao Cuo, and asked, "Brother Xiao is looking for me?" β
"Yes, I'm going back tomorrow because I want to say goodbye to you for a drink. Do you have something to tell the Seven Girls? Don't worry, I'll wait for you over there, and when you're done, you can come to me. β
Song Xiao was moved. Although Xiao Cuo is nearly a year older than him, he is much more experienced than him, and he has traveled thousands of miles, and he is very attached to quoting scriptures when he speaks, and seeing that he really takes him to heart, he also treats him as a friend, he is very comforted, and nods: "Okay, I'll come soon." β
Xiao Cuo smiled and saluted Fu Ying and Song Xiao, and retreated to the Moon Gate to stand up.
It's just that this product didn't look at the other out, but looked at the two of them with a smile.
Song Xiao was embarrassed in his heart, and what he wanted to confess couldn't say at all under the gaze of people. Looking at Fu Ying's clear eyes again, he was finally deflated.
If it was someone else, he would have suspected the other party's motives a long time ago.
But now looking at the handsome young man in a blue shirt, his smile is sincere and warm, and he really can't complain.
I can only blame myself for choosing the wrong opportunity.
Song Xiao couldn't say in the end, "Are you willing to marry me, stay in the Song family, and I will treat you for a lifetime", how many times have you already typed the manuscript. went to have a drink with Xiao Cuo, because he didn't get his wish, he drank a little wine depressedly, and finally automatically talked about the past with Fu Ying's childhood sweetheart.
The more Xiao Cuo listened, the more depressed he became. In the middle of the night, Song Xiao finally got drunk and unconscious, and Xiao Cuo couldn't control the eaves at all and walked to the guest house where Fu Ying lived.
The window lattice is ajar, and the night comb cloud is placed near the window.
Xiao Cuo turned over and entered, and casually clicked on a few acupoints on Comb Yun's body, and Comb Yun was even heavier.
The body swept into the inner room lightly, and I saw Fu Ying, who was wearing a snow-white jacket and silk pants on the bed, sleeping heavily.
It was the first time he had seen her with such long hair and only obscene clothes, and the faint light of an octagonal palace lamp in the corner of the wall outlined the concave and convex curves of the person half-hidden in the gauze tent. Xiao Cuo stood in the middle of the ground for a while, clenched his fists and didn't approach for a long time.
After taking a few deep breaths and forcing himself to calm down, he restrained himself from approaching Fu Ying's bed like a disciple.
There are things he wants to do easily, but he doesn't bother to do them.
Even if you want to get close to her, you will never use the kind of method that only flower thieves use.
Although he only came to ask her what she thought when she was a child, how she could be as good as a cousin.
But now looking at the sleeping person, thinking of the pain she had experienced, Xiao Cuo felt that the past was the past, how could he let the past trap her now?
What's more, Song Xiao's confession was unsuccessful, and Fu Ying didn't open his mind at all......
Never mind.
Xiao Cuo sighed lightly, and originally turned around to leave. In the end, she couldn't help but go to the bed, gently lifted the gauze tent, and covered her with a thin gauze brocade quilt, the night of September was actually very cold in the north.
"If you don't sleep honestly, you're not afraid of getting cold?"
The gauze tent was put down, and Xiao Qingyue's murmuring was like a dream.
When there was a slight noise in front of the window, Xiao Cuo had already turned the window and left, and Fu Ying, who had been nervously keeping his breathing steady and pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
She didn't hear the sound of Fang Xiao coming in through the window. But she heard a few birds chirping outside the window. Miraculously, she understood their cries in her dreams and knew that someone had come in the house.
She didn't dare to move, nor did she dare to shout, when the other party's purpose was not clear, she dared to mess around and lose her life, only holding back a cold sweat all over her body.
Who knew that the one came in just to tuck the quilt for her?!
Fu Ying was a little confused in an instant, even in the slightly cold night, she felt very hot.
Xiao Cuo, that guy, can't be interesting to her, right? R1152