Fu Shao drank a few more glasses, and when he saw such a lively and festive scene, he couldn't help but think of Xing Qiuyan's life, when she was there, inside and out, which place did not go to Zhang Luo to take care of, and which family did not go to help. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Is she so fond of excitement because of her heart, because she is naturally a passionate and worrying person, or because of her duty as a new spy outside Vietnam?

Thinking of this, Fu Shao couldn't help but sigh slightly, or he couldn't explain all this.

The sky was slightly cloudy, like a huge mantle, drifting and levitating, passing by the sun in bursts.

Strict barriers, deep ditches and high walls, and the days of continuous artillery fire have passed, and the world can be peaceful.

Or will the never-ending wind, the never-ending fog and haze, engulf everything?

His heart was slightly hot, and he couldn't hold back the impetuousness of the wine, so he said hello to Liu Guangjing beside him slightly, and then got up on his own, thinking that it would be better to go to the backyard to disperse the wine.

The courtyard of Kong Lifei's house does not have heavy eaves and arches, and the extravagant palace blocks the view, nor does it do many tall shadow walls overlapping and overlapping, and more, everywhere is quite ingenious small bridges, curved swamps, lawns, flowers and trees, and the construction of tortuous corridors through the hall.

The houses and mansions are all secluded in the evergreen arbor and broad-leaved forest, and if they are not carefully screened and distinguished, there is almost a sense of intoxication of losing the peach blossom source.

Sad bridge, isn't there already a sad person "drunk and sleeping" over there?

Fu Shao walked to the bridge along the gravel path, and looked closely, but saw Fu Yannian holding a plum blossom silver pot and pouring himself a pot, looking funny, he couldn't help but think of Qin Qing's matter, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Hurriedly summoned the little servant to come and fetch the decanter stone and hot towel for him.

Although Fu Yannian only seemed to be slightly drunk in a dream, he was also a little embarrassed.

Fu Shao is used to being a considerate person of others, he retired from the little house, and also made a little drunk to accompany Fu Yannian, the two men who lost their wives actually leaned together like this, standing at the downwind between the slight blowing of the bamboo forest wind, softly and quietly, talking privately.

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"I have already burned the booklet of the Republic Concept that day...... "Fu Shao somehow suddenly thought of this topic.

Fu Yannian had a complicated complex in his heart for a while, he didn't want to tell Fu Shao that he was not Jing Jinshui, and he didn't want to bring unnecessary trouble to Fu Shao.

Somehow, it was not like Wang Geng's posture of being an immortal, but Fu Shao, who was full of the vitality of an earthly gentleman with thick eyebrows and big eyes, made him feel that he was so dusty and undefiled. He always felt that a gentleman like Fu Shao was the most beautiful little light in the world, if he also had a lot of invisible light, then at this time, maybe there was really no clear water, right?

But he also wanted to know who would write such a rebellious and bold idea into a manifesto, and hand it to Fu Shao in such a big way, he was really a dangerous person like a gambler.

Just when he was in a dilemma whether to ask or not, he heard Fu Shao say slowly and softly: "What do you think of the republican concept in that volume?" ”

Fu Yannian's wine was completely awake at this time.

He almost had to use his professional ethics of reprimanding spies for many years to suppress the surprise and speculation in his heart, calm his mind, try to look at Fu Shao as usual, nodded in disbelief, and shook his head again.

After a while, he came to his senses and asked Fu Shao: "Uncle Fu, can I understand where this thing came from?" ”

"Of course," Fu Shao's eyes were clear, that kind of sincerity and openness, he really couldn't see the slightest difference, he just sighed slightly, looked directly at Fu Yannian with another pair of eyes, and said calmly, "It was your Aunt Xing who left it with Qin Qing before leaving, and then it was handed over to me by Miss Ling Sifu." ”

It's not Huang Chun, it's Xinyue. Thinking like this, a boulder in Fu Yannian's heart suddenly fell to the ground.

But he heard Fu Shao sigh, smiled helplessly, and asked, "You just care about the origin of this thing?" What do you think of what is written in this object? ”

"This-" Fu Yannian hesitated a little, after all, it was a rebellious remark, just avoid it carefully, it was already an ambiguous and embarrassing identity like "Jing Jinshui", if you say more, you will inevitably fall into more ......

He hesitated, half silent.

"You're too self-contained. That's it, the wine is sober, let's go back, wait for the dinner, the fun of the cave room, where do you young people get a share? Although Fu Shao said that he was very indifferent and relaxed, the slight sense of disappointment still stirred Fu Yannian's heartache.

When he walked back to the front hall, he had already seen Si Li hanging an apple, and Kong Lifei and Luo'er were eating it on both sides. Both of them have kung fu, and they are not careful, and they don't have the pleasure of gnawing apples in seconds as expected, but they bump their heads again and again in the ladder together.

I don't know if it was because of Fu Shao Fangcai's words that Fu Yannian's heart knot, he couldn't help but look at Huang Chun who was standing beside the groom.

Huang Chun is a child today, wearing a blue shirt without a collar, covered with a smoke-colored gown with a trimmed dark bat pattern, tied at will with a silk on his chest, and a little red flower with joy is inserted obliquely.

Behind him was Prince Ning, who was smiling and toasting, and in front of him were the two newcomers sitting opposite each other on the welcome couch.

When Fu Yannian looked at Huang Chun, Huang Chun raised his eyes, and he was just facing Fu Yannian's eyes.

There was a fluttering beat in my heart.

Huang Chun bowed slightly to him, and then gestured with his gaze, Fu Yannian understood, and the two slowly withdrew from the crowd together.

Under the eaves. The sun was slightly dazzling, and it looked a little white.

Huang Chun didn't say much, while talking and laughing, he took out a book from his chest and handed it to Fu Yannian.

The fold was actually written in the notes of Fu Yannian's left hand, that is, Jing Jinshui's pen style.

It was a book that thoroughly investigated the entire situation behind the explosion and fire in the Princess Mansion that day.

Fu Yannian pinched the fold in his hand, read it word by word, sweating in his hands, thinking of Qin Qing's vain death, his heart was even more anxious like pins and needles, like fire, and his heart was thorough.

Huang Chun watched him read it quietly, watching his strength to crush the music gradually calm down and calm himself, before he gently put his hand on Fu Yannian's shoulder and patted it to show comfort.

"You mean, I secretly played the result, why is that?" Fu Yannian asked puzzledly, "After all, Jing Jinshui is the identity of Prince Rui's adviser, and Prince Rui is also involved, is it appropriate for Jing Jinshui to make it clear?" ”

"But you're Qin Qing's husband, aren't you? And Qin Qing is the innocent deceased in this multi-party mental battle, and he is also your beloved wife Fu Yannian, the daughter of General Qin Yi.

So, it's up to you to uncover the real hurt of this kind of open and secret fighting, and your pain is real. Moreover, now, General Qin Yi is also the only person who can pass the eldest princess and report the truth to the Lord. Huang Chun said very commonly.

It's just that in Fu Yannian's ears, there are still a lot of piercing sadness.

"My father-in-law is old, and I lost my mother at a young age, even though I hate these deeply, I don't want to be involved anymore, Huang Chun-" Fu Yannian raised his face, his young face had a trace of sluggish exhaustion, his eyelids slowly drooped, and a tear ran down the corner of his eye to his feet.

"Okay, then." Seeing this, Huang Chun was really reluctant to do so, he handed over the handkerchief, and stuffed the fold into Fu Yannian's sleeve and put it away, "This, you can keep it, for me, whether it is clear or not, it is just a mind." Therefore, such a painstaking thorough investigation is also Wang Geng's thought to Qin Qing. ”

"Wang Geng? Qing'er? What does this say? Fu Yannian raised his head, took the veil, and doubts once again appeared between his eyebrows.

Huang Chun leaned down, suddenly bowed, Fang straightened up again, sat on the railing under the eaves, and said softly: "It's also my own mind." That day, when you came to me to talk about Kong Lifei, I wanted to provoke you, and I also wanted to warn you that everything must be made by yourself, so I attracted Qin Qing to listen, but I really didn't expect that after Qin Qing heard it, he didn't directly beat you up......"

“… You..."(╯□╰) Fu Yannian looked confused, and a large area of shadows in his heart spread out in embarrassment.

"Honestly, I didn't expect that Wang Geng met Qin Qing here that day, and he suddenly had a temporary idea and wanted to comfort Qin Qing, so he actually took Qin Qing to the mansion of Princess Yaoyue and General Zhu Yinghong, because that day, the children of their generals from Beiming Laoliangshan gathered there... As a result, hey, Wang Geng and I are also sad..."Huang Chun's words are also sincere.

Fu Yannian couldn't help but sit sideways on the edge of the curved railing under the eaves, his gaze spread, and there were ripples in circles.

The children who came to the wedding banquet in the courtyard painted kites in the front hall, tied strings, put paper kites, rubbed palms with silk threads, happily slipped up the blue sky along their fingertips, and the paper kites flew higher and higher in the air, looking at people's sights, attracting people's attention, and blending into a piece of porcelain blue in the blue and vast ocean.

Suddenly, people can't help but think of Li Changji's "Maoling Liu Lang is a guest in autumn, and there is no trace of the neighing of horses at night." The laurel tree hangs autumn incense, and the soil flowers of the thirty-six palaces are green. Wei Guan's car refers to thousands of miles, and the sour wind in Dongguan shoots his eyes. The empty general Han Yue went out of the palace gate, and Yijun's lead tears were like lead water. Declining Lan sent guests to Xianyang Road, if the sky is loved, the sky is also old. The moon is desolate with a disk, and Weicheng has been far away. ”

Fu Yannian withdrew his mind from the paper kite, fixed on Huang Chun's face, and then looked at the rope and ink in the rules, the straight and endless middle road, the gate to the outside world.

"You know I'm going to go." Fu Yannian's gaze is still far and near, but his tone is very firm.

He gradually looked at Huang Chun again, looked at his face, and suddenly sighed lightly, "Why, you always make me feel that the fate of others, the nerves of Pengcheng, and the fate of all parties, if you relax a little and are not careful, it will be used for you?" Who are you? ”

At the moment, Huang Chun was slightly embarrassed.

Fu Yu recklessly ran over to this side while speaking, and said with a look of excitement and unconvincing: "Come with us, we have met a master." ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but pull Fu Yannian's sleeve and ran forward, Huang Chun smiled, and followed with a sense of sight from the melon-eating crowd who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement.