"Do you want to protect adults or children?"

When Yuan Yuan gave birth, Wen Po put this cruel question in front of Feng Jing.

Yuan Yuan's fetal position was not correct, and the fetus in her womb was facing down, causing her to have a difficult birth, which had dragged on for a day and a night, and she screamed in the room and fainted several times, but the child was still not born.

Mrs. Feng looked at Wen Po with a pleading gaze and asked, "Can't you keep them all?" ”

Wen Po shook her head helplessly: "If you can, who will ask you such a question." ”

"Paula-sama." Feng Jing said solemnly, without too much hesitation.

Turning to his mother, who began to sobble at this time, he said categorically: "We must let Yuanyuan survive." ”

This matter was decided, and Yuan Yuan was saved, but the son she conceived was gone.

Yuan Yuan was more sad than anyone else when she lost her child, and she lost too much blood during childbirth, and her body was too damaged, which also severely destroyed her health. Since then, she has been lingering on the sickbed, describing herself as withered, getting thinner and thinner, and often crying, not seeing the lively and smiling appearance of the past.

In order to treat Yuanyuan's illness and make supplements, the Feng family used up their already small savings, but Yuanyuan's body did not improve. At a loss, Feng Jing went to visit an uncle who was in business, hoping to borrow some money from him to tide over the difficulties.

At that time, the uncle had just come back from Jiangxi to buy kumquats, and when he heard about Yuanyuan, he also generously lent a lot of money to Feng Jing, and took out a lot of kumquats, and asked him to bring them back to Yuanyuan to taste, saying: "This Jiangxi's kumquat tastes good, and this year, even Zhang Meiren, the favorite of the official family, specially sent someone from Beijing to buy it." I bought this batch from the orchard that supplied Zhang Meiren. ”

"Zhang Meiren?" Feng Jing had a question, "I heard that Tokyo tiles are prosperous, and the world has everything in the four seasons, is there no such kumquat, and Zhang Meiren must specially send someone from Beijing to Jiangxi to buy it?" ”

The uncle replied: "Although this kumquat is good, the people in the capital do not recognize it, and they do not eat it often, and the palace does not list this fruit as a thing to be worshiped in Jiangxi." And Zhang Meiren loved to eat at home when she was a child, and now she is worried about it, and there is no one in Beijing, so she sent people to go all the way to purchase. ”

Feng Jing pondered for a while, and then said to his uncle: "My nephew has a suggestion, my uncle may refer to it: Uncle will go to Jiangxi as soon as possible, buy another batch of kumquat with all the money available, and then ship it to Tokyo, where it will be sold, and the profit will be more than one or two times as much as the next day." ”

Uncle hesitated: "The people in Beijing have never known kumquats, and some people have sold them there in previous years, and they all lost money." Besides, from Jiangxia to Jiangxi, and then to Beijing, the road is long, the freight is expensive, isn't it too risky to suggest a virtuous nephew? ”

Feng Jing smiled faintly and said, "Uncle might as well give it a try, the freight just needs to be spread into the selling price, if you lose money in the future, come back to Jing is to ask." ”

After much deliberation, my uncle finally decided to give it a try as he suggested. When he came back not long after, he specially prepared a heavy gift and went to Feng Jing's house to thank him happily: "The good nephew's good plan really worked. I shipped kumquat to Beijing, and after hanging the signboard of Jiangxi kumquat, it was sold out in less than two days. As soon as I inquired, it turned out that Zhang Meiren sent someone to Jiangxi to buy this fruit had spread, and the people in Beijing were curious and wanted to find kumquat to taste, but it happened that my goods arrived. I saw that there were many people buying, so I raised the price by three or four times, but it was still in short supply, which is in response to your sentence, and the profit is more than one or two times. ”

Feng Jing smiled: "My nephew Su Ri heard that people in Beijing all regard the palace as a fad, and the closer the official family, the easier it is to be imitated." Zhang Meiren is favored, naturally her words and deeds are quite concerned, if she likes something, outsiders will inevitably follow the trend to purchase, then the price is naturally not rising, so the nephew dares to persuade his uncle to do this kumquat business. ”

The uncle praised Feng Jing for his insight, and he knew how to repay his kindness, and in addition to the gift, he also took out a sum of money to give it away. Feng Jing refused, but his uncle insisted on accepting it and said to him: "This money is not for you." Uncle also expects the virtuous nephew to continue to give advice and do business with his uncle. This money is also considered a principal amount for you. A virtuous nephew reads a lot and has foresight, if he spends some effort to do business, how can he not get rich? ”

In the current situation of meager income and difficult to support a family, this does seem like a good way out. After a little consideration, Feng Jing accepted his uncle's suggestion, put aside his books for the time being, and began to do business with him. And it worked very well, he was quite smart, he could analyze the information obtained, and he was able to navigate the business world with ease, and he was a long-sleeved dancer, and within a few months his family's financial situation had improved considerably.

So he invited a famous doctor to diagnose and treat Yuanyuan, and he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to seek medicine for her, in order to distract Yuanyuan's attention and prevent her from continuing to indulge in the memory of the loss of her child, he personally taught her to keep accounts and manage finances. His efforts finally began to bear fruit, and Yuan Yuan gradually improved, became interested in financial management, and had more and more smiles on his face.

Half a year later, the term of office of Yuhang County, which had been with him to drink and talk happily, expired, and he was changed to another county in Ezhou, passing through Jiangxia, Feng Jing went to the dock to greet him after receiving the news, and set up a banquet to receive the wind for him. During this period, Feng Jing mentioned the past, and tentatively asked about the identity of the lady who came from Beijing, presumably the time has passed, and the county order no longer has any concerns, so he calmly said: "At that time, it was the wife of the Son of Heaven, the ** of this dynasty, the queen Cao." ”

Empress? Feng Jing was inexplicably surprised. The images in my mind are turned like the pages of a book: the bride with the red silk yarn behind the big sleeves of the red silk yarn pulls out the hairpin; The woman without makeup got into the car with the support of the blue-haired young man, and sat upright, the curtain hanging down, cutting off his gaze; The lady in Jingshan Temple moved lightly, her chin was slightly raised, her hair was pulled high, her neck curved beautifully, and the shadow cast on the curtain floated like a cloud...... Are those all her, Queen Cao?

Although he knew that the current queen's surname was Cao, and he had vaguely heard that the queen was Cao Bin's granddaughter, but Cao Bin had several sons, and there must have been many granddaughters.

"Before she entered the palace, she had made a wish in Jingshan Temple, so she went to repay the wish later. The queen did not want to stir up the army and disturb the people all the way, so she did not list the honor guard, and only secretly notified the magistrates along the way to take over the guards. The county order explained, looking at Feng Jing, who was wearing a light robe, and suddenly sighed: "Back then, the lower officials were very envious of Brother Feng, and his poems were bold and bold, and he was appreciated by **, how fortunate he was!" After reading Brother Feng's masterpiece, the middle palace asserted that Brother Feng had hills and ravines in his chest, and he would be noble one day. Although Brother Feng is now freshly dressed and angry, enjoying wine and jade food, but with all due respect, Shangjia is a miscellaneous stream after all, if Brother Feng is willing to be the first Tao Zhu Gong, wouldn't it be far from the judgment of the Middle Palace? ”

The good mood dissipated. After returning home, Feng Jing went into the study depressed and sat down for a while, and suddenly wanted to find a few long-lost scriptures to read, but when he looked at the bookshelf, there were account books as far as his eyes could see, and he couldn't find the book he wanted to read.

At this time, Yuan Yuan heard the sound, still holding an abacus in his arm, and asked him with a smile: "What are you looking for?" ”

"What about my "University" and "The Mean"?" Feng Jing asked, pointing to the bookshelf.

Yuan Yuan thought about it, turned around and ran back to the bedroom, took a few crumpled and stained books and handed them to him: "Is that these?" ”

Feng Jing took it and frowned: "How did it become like this?" ”

"I saw that there was no place for the books on the bookshelf, and you haven't read these books for a long time, so you took them to the bottom of the box......" Yuan Yuan said, seeing that Feng Jing's face was wrong, he hurriedly said: "There is some moisture on the ground, so it is wrinkled, but it doesn't matter, I will take it to dry and flatten it tomorrow!" ”

Feng Jing took a heavy breath, threw the book on the table, sat down, and said indifferently: "That's it." I didn't say I wanted to see it. ”

Yuan Yuan let out an "oh", peeked at him again, and asked very carefully, "Can I stay here and settle accounts?" ”

He was silent, but finally agreed. So Yuan Yuan happily sat down beside him and began to crack the abacus.

He looked sideways at the wife with whom he had been with him day and night, and he couldn't perceive the closeness of the past, the two sat side by side, but between them seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and in the candle red shadow, the smile on the corner of her lips seemed unprecedentedly distant and strange.

"What I thought in my heart, she will probably never understand." Feng Jing silently said to himself, this thought irrepressibly made him feel sad.

Of course, his invisible tears only flowed to his heart, not into shape, and when Yuan Yuan turned his head to look at him between accounts, he only found that he was unconscious.

"What are you doing watching me like that?" She asked with a smile.

Still staring at her, he asked, "Yuanyuan, do you know me?" ”

She blinked, puzzled, but replied seriously: "Of course I do...... Even if you turn to ashes, I will recognize you. ”

He smiled compassionately, gently pulled her into his arms and hugged her, and never spoke again.