After Su Peisheng sent Master Wang out, Master Wang handed the purse given by Wan Ying to Su Peisheng.

"I can't do it. This is Dong Gege's reward for you! Su Peisheng waved his hand and said with a smile.

"In the future, I still count on Gonggong Su to carry it. My father-in-law was on the night, and he accompanied me to go through such a time, so he naturally deserved it. Master Wang stuffed the purse into Su Peisheng's sleeve.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Su Peisheng accepted it.

In that room, Wan Ying was full, and the fourth master was also full. Finally went to bed and rested.

Seeing this scene, Su Peisheng naturally went to the place that Wan Ying had prepared for him to rest.

At that time, Fu Jin couldn't sleep.

"Master, it's getting late. It's time to rest. Mama Li said.

"I can't sleep, as soon as I close my eyes, I see Honghui standing in front of me." Fu Jin closed his eyes and knelt on the futon under the porcelain sculpture of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Mama Li had no choice but to accompany Fujin and kneel behind her.

"Did Nala catch it? What the hell is going on with the five grids?" Fu Jin said suddenly, his voice as sharp as a night owl.

"No news yet." Mama Li said.

"Honghui is gone. Will he be able to sit back and relax? Fu Jin Dao.

"Fujin, as long as you keep your body. There's definitely still a chance. Mama Li said.

"He's going to imprison me in the main courtyard forever." Fu Jin said with a deep unwillingness and despair in his eyes.

"Fujin, as long as you are a positive Fujin one day, we still have a chance." Mama Li persuaded.

At that moment, a gust of wind came from outside the window lattice, breaking the window paper. A cold wind poured directly into it.

Fu Jin shivered, and the migraine flared up again.

"Wind, cold wind!" She subconsciously hugged her head and shrank into Mama Li's arms.

"Come on, come on, close the window." Mama Li hugged Fu Jin Dao.

Honghui is gone, Fujin is sad and sick, and he doesn't go out of the main courtyard all day.

After the seventy-seven, the fourth master recovered as before.

Men always recover a little faster than women.

……

The day of the draft has finally arrived. In the streets and alleys of the capital, you can often see girls from all over the country waiting to be drafted. When they come here, most of them have to be put home with a sign of teasing.

But it's good to be able to come to the capital to have fun.

Song's sister came from afar, which made Song very happy.

"Eldest sister, this is the hometown food that my mother asked Wen'er to bring to my sister." Song Kewen said with a smile.

Song looked at the familiar things in his childhood, and his eyes were a little misty.

Since she came to the capital to participate in the draft and was left with a sign, she has never been back.

How many times have she dreamed of her hometown and her father and mother in her dreams.

"Eldest sister, my mother said that Wen'er is most similar to my eldest sister." Song Kewen stared at Song Dao.

"Yes. Wen'er is indeed very similar to her sister when she was younger. Song raised his hand and put his hand on Song Kewen's palm-sized face.

She looks very delicate and delicate, like those rested flower pots in Jiangnan.

"If Wen'er can stay, my sister will not be lonely in the future." Song Kewen said.

Song's heart moved, stroked her head and said, "Are you really willing to be a concubine for others, instead of going home and marrying a Langjun of the same age?" ”

Song Kewen is not very old, but she also knows what the situation of the concubine is like, just like her mother, she is willing to wait for her father's arrival in her own courtyard.

"But Daddy asked Wen'er to stay!" Song Kewen said.

"What about you?" Song frowned and said. Baidu: Read the latest chapter of "The Daily Literature of the Four Masters and Concubines" for free for the first time.