Fu Yingran looked back and forth at Fu Chen's face, Fu Chen's martial arts are strong, his internal strength is profound, and his physical fitness should be better than Tian Guangfeng, but he was more sick than Tian Guangfeng in the silkworm room that day, which surprised her.

But it's much better than Tian Guangfeng.

Tian Guangfeng's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked pitiful and scared who couldn't bear to let it fall.

These days, he washes his face with tears every day, his eyes are red and swollen all the time, and he is about to become a sentimental girl.

After all, he was young, and he didn't even think about what it meant to go to the Silkworm Room before he made a decision.

At that time, he was just following Fu Chen to show his loyalty, and he wanted to follow Fu Yi all the time.

But even if you come back to your senses now and regret it, it's too late.

Impulsiveness is the root of evil!

Fu Yingran wanted to comfort him for a few words, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.

Now any relief is superfluous and pale, the facts have been cast, there is no way back, only acceptance.

"The master doesn't have to be sad for me, I do everything willingly for the master."

Tian Guangfeng in turn forced a smile to comfort her, trying to raise a smile to show that he didn't care, but the two walnut-like eyes made his forced smile even more miserable.

"Wipe your tears from your own eyes."

Fu Yingran sighed lightly and handed him a piece of juanzi.

Tian Guangfeng was so frightened that he didn't dare to take it, this was the master's Juanzi.

Under the signal of Fu Yingran's eyes, he hesitated for a moment, but finally took it, but did not wipe his tears, but held it carefully, like holding some rare treasure.

"Take care of your illness first, wait until your body is better, and think about the rest later."

Fu Yingran's words of comfort were addressed to Fu Tan and Tian Guangfeng.

However, he was still as calm and calm as ever, his eyes were deep and calm, and he could not see any sad and painful emotions.

"Master, I heard some rumors in the palace that Tian Guangfeng and I are the heads of your face, have you heard about this?"

"Who is farting, messing with our master. Let's go tell the Queen Mother and let the Queen Mother arrest all the people who chew the root of their tongues! ”

Crescent scolded indignantly.

Fuyan pulled her fang-and-clawed arms down, and she was at ease.

"Now there are only people talking in private, if you go to the Queen Mother, won't you get it on the face and make it known to everyone, and then only the face and reputation of the master will be damaged."

"That can't make them talk nonsense."

The crescent moon wrinkled her eyebrows angrily, and thought for a while, "I'll check it myself to see who is spreading the rumors, so I have to sew her mouth shut." ”

The crescent moon turned around and was about to go out to find someone to settle the account, but was dragged by Fuyan.

"The master didn't speak, what are you impulsive."

As a party, Fu Yingran was calmer than the crescent moon, sitting calmly and drinking tea, and he didn't care at all.

"The rumors that the master raised the face have long been rumored in the palace, and it should have leaked out of the palace. In the past few days, it has become enthusiastic again, and I think someone is behind it. ”

As he spoke, he shifted and sat up, leaning against the wall with his jacket on his back.

Fu Yingran pulled up the quilt that hung down to the side of the bed for him, covering his entire body, and not a trace of wind leaked.

"You don't have to think about it to know who it is."

She was a newcomer, and she offended no one but the queen.

"What are the master's plans?"

Fu Tan Xu was a little thicker, his face was slightly red, and he moved his body uncomfortably, and his eyes were taken away from the soft pair of wattles in front of him.

Fu Yingran chuckled, with a hint of sneer in his eyes, and asked him, "What is your opinion?" ”

Fu Tan said almost indifferently, "If people don't offend me, I won't offend people, this is the third time, I have to fight back against the other party, otherwise I will be thought to be bullied." ”

"With the protection of the Queen Mother, who dares to bully the master."

Fu Chen's calm and self-contained gaze revealed a faint cold air, and the crescent moon felt that he was looking at him, and he couldn't help but shrink back, and immediately straightened his jaw.

"The fox and the fake tiger are all false, and only self-improvement will make the other party really afraid and afraid."

The crescent moon's head drooped, and Nono's answer was 'yes'.

She did whatever she wanted in front of Fu Yingran, unrestrained, she could say whatever she wanted, but she trembled in the face of Fu Chen.

He is more like a master than a master.

Fu Yingran woke up to the sound of whimpering rain, it was already the hour, it was still gloomy outside the window, and the people were also lazy, their bones were soft, and they were too lazy to move in the quilt.

When the crescent moon heard the voice, she hung up the curtain and waited for her to dress with her clothes.

"It rained overnight yesterday, but fortunately the master had the foresight to add quilts to the guards and Xiaofeng, otherwise they would have a hard time this night."

Fu Yingran raised her arm and let the crescent moon dress her, staring out the window in a daze at the continuous rain curtain.

The verdant bamboos were swaying slightly from the raindrops.

The smoke and rain were hazy, and the whole world seemed to be covered with a thin veil.

"She shouldn't be here."

Fu Yingran muttered to herself.

The crescent moon put on a peach-pink cloak with a fox fur collar and pearls, and the delicate color made the whole person delicate.

Crescent Moon raised her eyes and asked, "Who is the master talking about?" ”

Fu Yingran shook his head, looked down at the cloak on his body, and the freshly tied strap was torn off with a slight pull.

"It's not good at all if you change it."

"How beautiful, the colors are pretty, and the embroidery on it is delicate......"

The crescent moon said vigorously, and suddenly met the serious gaze of the upper fu, and his breath stagnated, and his heart chuckled.

Fu Yingyan is approachable, very tolerant of them, and has no master's frame at all, even if he occasionally says the wrong thing and does the wrong thing, he won't get angry.

At this time, I suddenly saw her unhappy expression, and I couldn't help but shake a little, but I couldn't help but make a sound.

"No more clothes with animal fur in the future."

"I know, the servant will change it immediately."

Crescent Moon nervously tightened her voice, secretly glanced at her, and saw that her face softened, which made her feel a little relieved.

The lingering drizzle continued to rain all morning, and by the afternoon there was no sign of stopping.

Crescent Moon instructed the maid in the room to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and turned her head to look at the door.

Standing slim under the eaves, he raised his hand to follow the rain line rolling down from the eaves.

The cool rain wet her onion-like fingers, and her eyes were hazy and she didn't know where to look.

She remembered that the woman said that she would wait for her today, and that all day long her mind was the woman's skinny, lonely face.

"She shouldn't wait for me." She muttered under her breath.

The crescent moon came out of the house, took out Juanzi and wiped her cool and wet hands dry, and stuffed her with a hand stove to warm her hands.

The warmth of the hand stove spreads through the palm of your hand, and you exhale comfortably, forming a mist in front of your eyes.

She called for the crescent moon and took the umbrella, and walked towards the cold palace.

The water on the ground wet her embroidered shoes, and the cold wind in her face was cool with the rain, but it did not hinder her pace, but became more and more agile.

After passing through most of the harem, when I came to the cold palace road in the northwest corner, I saw the fiery small figure on the palace wall from a distance.

She sat on the wall with an oil-paper umbrella as high as yesterday, her eyes leisurely and ethereal looking into the distance.

She seemed to be waiting for the ambush, and she seemed to be here all along.