Fang Yingwu was stunned, and didn't speak for a long time, but Liu Mian was not calm, could it be that Fang Yingwu was really calculating the gains and losses of repentance and marriage? Hurriedly called a few times: "Virtuous son-in-law? Virtuous son-in-law? ”

Fang Yingwu came back to his senses when he was called by Liu Mian, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly, this old Taishan was really too thoughtful, his mind was too heavy, and he had too many ideas, even to the point of redundancy.

However, Fang Yingwu knows very well, and at present, Lao Taishan is also concerned about chaos, and he is afraid that he will simply put interests first and do the thing of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge. Then he asked: "Old Taishan is so worried!" Could it be that someone fanned the flames in the ears of Lao Taishan? ”

Liu Mian smiled bitterly, "This is what Wan An said to me personally, how can you not make me think more." ”

What did Wan An say? Fang Yingwu was stunned again, and then said: "Old Taishan can't see it, this is Wan'an's deliberate!" According to the son-in-law's guess, one of them is to force the son-in-law into a dilemma and fight to break out! The second is to sow discord between you and me, and hit Lao Taishan's confidence, Lao Taishan must not fall into the trap! ”

Liu Mian asked rhetorically: "It is true that as you said, the plan will be released?" Fang Yingwu said calmly: "You and I must calm down, stabilize our position, and we must not mess up!" ”

Liu Mian seemed to be infected by his son-in-law's calmness, and asked hopefully: "What should I do then?" ”

Fang Yingwu replied very much: "Since there is no matter of personal safety, of course, it is better to be still than to be still, and not to give Wan'an those people a chance to take advantage of!" ”

Liu Mian let out a thoughtful "oh", and suddenly tasted it, what Fang Yingwu said seemed to make a lot of sense. In fact, to put it bluntly, it is to do nothing? That's not okay, can you sit back and wait to die?

Looking at Old Tarzan, you have to be anxious. Fang Yingwu was helpless, and he didn't want to be trapped in Ciren Temple! It's just that he was blocked in the temple by the people on Wan'an's side. What else can you do but wait?

At this time, the comparison is the patience of both sides, to see whether Fang Ying's material situation is urgent and he can't bear it first, or Wan'an's squandered manpower and material resources can't survive first. In other words, at the moment, it is not easy to use the resourceful Zhuge Liang, what is needed is to be patient and patient with Sima Yi.

However, Lao Taishan still needs to be appeased, after all, Fang Yingwu is not so undisciplined that he regrets marrying again, and there is no need for this. After thinking about it, Fang Yingwu said: "Old Taishan came to incense this time." Is it a family of three? If you don't see the outside, the son-in-law wants to go to meet the little lady for a while. ”

Liu Mian was so slightly relieved, with this year's etiquette to restrain Qingliu celebrities, if Fang Yingwu has direct contact with his daughter a few times, and then spreads it, then he can't get rid of it, and he doesn't think about whether men and women give or don't kiss or not. nodded and said, "It's okay, anyway, you are already engaged, so you are not considered an outsider!" ”

Communication has been a science since ancient times. Otherwise, there will be no fish-belly book collection, bonfires, fox songs, nursery rhymes, one-eyed stone people and other miscellaneous things. At this time, Liu Mian was also thinking in his heart, if the strength of the transmission was not enough, it would not be effective, and if the strength was too strong. It seems that Liu's family has a bad style and disorderly behavior.

In the end, he finally came up with a way, and the other party said: "My daughter likes your poetry very much, and you have few works recently. You can give away a few songs today. ”

Yes, recite a few of the love poems written by Fang Yingwu to his daughter. It is not only elegant, but also subtle and not vulgar. It can also be more firmly bound in public opinion. At the same time, it can stop other people's thoughts that they shouldn't have, which can be called a multi-task.

Fang Yingwu can see Liu Mian's little abacus clearly, but even if he sees it clearly, he will do it, and there is really no need to deal with Lao Taishan, who is too worried, at this time.

Fang Yingwu got up and walked out of the courtyard, and the little novice took him away. When I came to the treasure hall behind, I saw a young girl who was no longer young, kneeling on the lotus futon, facing the Buddha statue, with her hands folded, reverently chanting words.

However, she wore a women's sunhat on her head, and a scarf hung down from the brim, covering her face tightly - this is a must for all ladies when they go out.

Fang Yingwu couldn't help but sigh, and couldn't help but feel pity in her heart, after all, she delayed her. Twenty-year-old women are not yet married, which is rare in this day and age.

Walking forward, the woman heard footsteps, and her body suddenly trembled. Fang Yingwu deliberately made the atmosphere more relaxed, and sat directly on the futon next to him, looking very casual.

How do you say this? Fang Yingwu scratched his head a little, this person in front of him was his wife, and the weight was different from others, not a casual passerby, nor those happy women in Flower Street and Willow Lane, and it was not his specialty to talk about love.

After pondering for a moment, Fang Yingwu took the initiative to talk: "The little lady worships the Buddha, is it for marriage?" ”

The little lady nodded slightly, the scarf shook, and then a few tears fell on the skirt. This made Fang Yingwu have the urge to reach out and lift the veil, but he was too a disciple, and he was afraid that the lady in front of him would not be able to stand it.

Fang Yingwu didn't stop, and said very manly: "You don't have to ask God to worship Buddha, that's what people who don't know the future do." You and I are a match made in heaven, destined husband and wife, sooner or later they will start a family, and I will not change again in this life, there is nothing to confuse. ”

After saying this, Fang Yingwu felt that his tone was a little straightforward and not soft enough, and continued: "I have been wrong in the past few years, and I have made many mistakes, and I want to thank the little lady for your understanding." Xiaosheng also misses the little lady very much in his heart, there will be a long time in the future, and the ancients also said that if the two love is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

The little lady muttered softly: "Do you really miss me?" Other people's words are not good. ”

Fang Yingwu laughed secretly, after all, it was the little woman's state of mind, and she was crooked so soon. After brewing for a while, he slowly groaned: "The life is vain and the jade favor, and a thousand sorrows are returned to the mirror." A gentleman has always been able to turn into a crane, and a beauty will become a rainbow one day. Wangsun vanilla is green every year, and the peach blossoms on the human face are red. Hearing that Bicheng is twelve, there is someone with the night in the middle of the night. ”

The poem is full of strong feelings and helplessness, and the little lady was moved to be silent for a long time, and then said: "The slave family still wants." ”

It seems that today we must come up with a masterpiece at the bottom of the pressure box, Fang Yingwu thought. However, Liu Sanniang is the wife of the main house, and the good poems are given to her, and the fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, there is nothing to regret, and it will be a beautiful talk in the future.

After pondering for a while, Fang Yingwu poured out affectionately: "There are indeed poems written for you, but I didn't have time to pass them on to you." A few times the flowers sat down and gave a, and the red wall of the silver man looked into the distance. It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is exposed and the midnight is upset. Lingering thoughts and pulling out the cocoon, like a sad heart peeling banana. In March and May of three or five years, the poor glass of wine never went away. ”

The little lady couldn't help herself excitedly, and took the initiative to reach out and lift the veil, and the other party shouted "Lang Jun!" ”

Fang Yingwu raised his eyes and jumped up from the futon, and even almost jumped onto the incense table in front of the Buddha statue! God, earth, how is this little lady exactly the same as Wang Zhi! (To be continued......)