Wu Sun, who was following behind, watched Fu Chun's rich expression change, the master pulled his lips and chuckled for a while, frowned for a while, raised his eyebrows for a while, and was thinking about that Shen Wenqi again, only he could affect the master's emotions. Ranwen ?

Wu Sun sighed.

Seeing the master stroking the little gourd, what is the painting on the gourd, it is all crooked, how can it look like a kitchen knife, and only Shen Wenqi, who has a brain that is different from ordinary people, will do this. Snorted, "He, what's so good about him?" At first glance, he is a little white face, and there are many bad ideas...", unceremoniously slandering Wen Qi in front of Fu Chun.

Just when Wu Sun had no good words, Fu Chun said a word, and Wu Sun was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. Fu Chun said: "In the future, you can't say a word about her bad, she is not a little white face, she is the princess of this king!" ”

Shen Wenqi, with a little white face, frowned at the ape behind him, why do you need people. Since returning from the sea, the ape has been transferred to Fu Chun to be a close guard.

Wu Sun's eyes widened, "Lord Wang, what, Lord Wang, Shen Wenqi, he, he, man"

As long as she is mentioned, Fu Chun's eyes are full of warmth that can't be hidden, "She, she's a woman!" ”

Wu Sun stood on the spot, and Fu Chun continued to walk forward...

Wu Sun reacted, followed a few steps, his eyes full of doubts, "Your Highness, Your Highness, you make it clear, that one, Shen Wenqi"

Fu Chun hummed unhappily, "I want to call the princess"

Scratching his head "Princess, well, princess", this kind of change in the inherent thinking of the brain is too terrible, and the emotion is too great to sway, and he said stupidly all the way to the princess.

The little servant behind him handed over a letter, and after Fu Chun read it, the corners of his lips hooked upward, and he said to himself, "She admitted that she was the princess?"

Wang Chen was deceived!

She has so many ideas. Hmph, it must have been Wang Chen who exposed his identity, which was broken up by her.

She doesn't talk about a gentleman's style.

Recognize the princess, hum...", Fu Chun looked incredulous.

The content of the letter was written by Wang Chen, and it was reported to Fu Chun with this good news.

Report on her recent situation every three days...

The blue brick wall, polished logs to make the door, this is Yang Xinjiang's mansion.

Wu Sun was still silent in Wen Qi is woman, oh no, it was the princess, and Fu Chun also reconciled, "Yes, she has so many ghost ideas, is it a man or a woman, this and this..."

Glancing at him coldly, Fu Chun's face flushed, and he said firmly, "It's a woman!" ”

"Oh oh~", looking at the master's embarrassed and annoyed look. Your Highness, you haven't seen her as a big girl, what are you doing with this look? As if he had guessed something, he quickly closed his mouth wide open, and his big eyes were wide to verify Fu Chun.

Fu Chun's face turned even redder, he put his hand to his lips and coughed...

The ape walked to the door, holding the pull ring on the wooden door, and knocked several times, but no one responded.

The knocker sounded, pulling back Wu Sun's senses, Wu Sun walked over and patted the orangutan on the shoulder, "I'm coming!" ”

With a big foot stretched, he slammed open the door, and with a "bang", dust was splashed, and several people fanned the tip of their noses, and they all looked into the courtyard.

As soon as you see it, you will see the image of withering.

On the recliner in the courtyard was a gray-faced man covered with a quilt of cotton wool...

This person is Yang Xinjiang.

When Yang Xinjiang heard the sound, his eyes rolled, and he looked at the source of the sound, and when he saw that it was an officer and soldier, he was so emotional that he raised his neck to see what was going on.

It seems to have taken a lot of effort.

I saw a young man wearing a four-clawed dragon pattern costume, no need to guess, it was King Rui.

King Rui wanted to inspect the county, his eyes flashed brightly, the green tendons on both sides of his neck burst out, and he whimpered with something.

But seeing the current situation, Fu Chun's first feeling was that it was not good, and his eyebrows frowned, "Old Yang, what's going on?" ”

Yang Xinjiang whined in his mouth, couldn't say a word, excitedly forgot that he was a waste, subconsciously raised his arm, only to remember that his limbs were broken, and he whimpered and shed tears, waste, became a useless waste.

Looking at the iron blue on his face, his shoulders were strained, and he was sobbing and crying, Fu Chun threw himself on the side of the recliner and reached out to hold his hand, his bones were weak and weak, his muscles were atrophied, and it was true that he didn't feel good.

Fingers ran up Yang Xinjiang's weak arm... Downward down the leg to the ankle.

The head is lowered, the nose is sore, the tendons of the wrist, elbow, and shoulder joints have been broken, and the voice is low and hoarse, "What's going on?" ”

Yang Xinjiang, who was straining his neck, leaned his head on the recliner behind him, closed his eyes, and nodded.

The dozens of guards behind him also bowed their heads.

Fu Chun was in a low voice, his hand smashed on the flat ground, and the soil foam splashed everywhere, smashing out a dirt pit, "Who did it?" ”

At this time, a young attendant walked out of the house, saw so many burly officers and soldiers suddenly coming in the courtyard, and saw the young man in front of the old man majestic, and his face was angry.

Foreign objects are silent to him, and because of the silence, his emotions are more sensitive, and he sensitively feels that these people are dangerous people, and the tray in his hand falls to the ground with a "clang".

The tea set shattered, the tea splashed everywhere, and he ran into the house with his head covered and pulled his legs, with a frightened "wah-la-wah" sound in his mouth, and fell down as he ran.

Finally saw a person with sound limbs, rushed to the side of the little guy with an arrow step, buckled the little guy's shoulders, and the person straightened the board: "Say, Old Yang, what's going on." ”

I only saw the young man's lips in front of him closing one by one, angry, his world was silent, his hands covered his head, his body shrunk, shaking his head and his mouth was still "Wow, wow~"

Fu Chun's right hand jammed his jaw, forcing his mouth to open, and the base of his tongue was broken.

Let go of him, frowning, like a fog, what the hell is going on. Pick up a branch from the ground and hand it to the little guy, "I ask, you write!" ”

The waiter took the twig that had been stuffed over, pointed his finger to his ear, and shook his head.

is actually deaf and mute, what about Yang Xinjiang? His body suddenly became heavy, and he walked in front of Yang Xinjiang and squatted down: "Old Yang, your tongue..."

Knowing the meaning of Fu Chun's words, he closed his eyes deeply and nodded. He pointed to his ear and held out a thumbs up.

Only dumb and not deaf.

Looking at the thin old man in front of him, he was less than forty years old, and he was tortured in an inhuman form, with his hand on his shoulder, "Old Yang has been wronged, this king must find out the murderer behind the scenes!" What do you know? ”

Yang Xinjiang was "ahhhhh

He must still be thinking about his children, will it be related to the salt case, look for the murderer and find the exit, "Elder Yang, your sons and daughters, this king has found them, and they are safe." Daughter's name is Yang Sirong" gestured, "So tall, my son's name is Yang Siming,"

...

Fu Chunlian said and compared, Yang Xinjiang was sure that it was Rong'er and Ming'er, "Ahhhh

"Rong'er is very good, she knows how to hurt Ming'er, and she protects Ming'er with all her might, saving Ming'er's face and health..."

Yang Xinjiang's vicissitudes of life were full of tears. Rong'er, Yang Xinjiang was sad for a while, how did he save Ming'er's face and health? Fortunately, she is strong and has survived, and it is good to be alive.

own blood and bones, how many days and nights of restlessness.

Rong'er, a girl's family, is also a treasure in her own hands, and she grew up delicately.

I've been looking forward to hearing the news about my child, but I'm afraid of hearing the news that I can't bear, but now I'm finally at ease.

Listening to Fu Chun talk about the child, "Rong'er is very chaste, and she is willing to find a safe place.

Don't give your father extra ties, don't embarrass your father... You are her most beloved father, and I am proud to have a father like you..."

Tears flowed down my face, and I couldn't whimper...

"The two sisters and brothers are taken care of by the county order in Xinxing County, and in two days, the two sisters and brothers will be brought back!"

An hour later, Yang Xinjiang's emotions were contained, and the deaf and dumb little man served Yang Xinjiang very carefully, and he had already cleaned it up.

Fu Chun looked at the little guy, and Yang Xinjiang nodded.

Yang Xinjiang thought of something, rolled his eyes under the osmanthus tree on the east courtyard wall, and winked at Fu Chun.

What did he want to tell himself, Fu Chun pondered for a while before he understood, and walked under the osmanthus tree.

There is a soil pit next to the osmanthus tree, the soil pit is crooked and crooked is some wine jars, most of the wine jars have been smashed to a pulp, the wine jars are covered with thick sand and dust, a gust of wind blows, the sand dust raised blinds his eyes, Fu Chun raised his wide sleeves to block the wind and sand.

When the wind blows, the dry sand and dust under the wine jar wafts out the residual mellow smell of wine.

Yang Lao carpentry is very good, and he is also a master of winemaking!

Among the broken bottles and jars, there was a good wine jar left, and after a closer look, there was still a little wine left, could it be that Yang Lao wanted this.

The hand grabbed the wine jar with all his might, the feeling was wrong, and the weight of the wine was removed, and it would not be so light, and he was slightly puzzled.

A faint osmanthus brew, what does Yang Xinjiang want to do with this? Still lifted the jar wine and walked over.

Yang Lao saw the wine jar that Fu Chun brought over, nodded, and blinked vigorously, take it right, it's it, Lord Wang, it's it, but Fu Chun doesn't know what Yang Xinjiang means!

Whining in his mouth, expressing his meaning...

Fu Chun poured a glass of wine and handed it to his lips...

Yang Xinjiang: "...", Lao Yang is so hungry for wine? He skimmed his face away and did not open his mouth.

Fu Chun frowned.

Yang Xinjiang looked at Fu Chun, glanced at the wine jar, winked at Fu Chun, and whined something in his mouth, but after gesturing for a long time, Fu Chun still didn't understand what it meant.

Is it the wine that has a good time? Poured a glass of wine Fu Chun took a sip of himself, although the wine tasted light, it was still fragrant, this wine did not have any deep meaning, or he didn't taste it, he beckoned to the ape, his nose is more sensitive...

Yang Xinjiang "...", gave up communicating with Fu Chun, hung his head in a wasted manner, his tense body relaxed, and he raised his head and closed his eyes.

...

I would come to visit Yang Xinjiang during the interval, bring him some intimate supplies, and talk to him for a while.

Fu Chun didn't say much, sometimes the two of them just sat quietly for a while, and sometimes they would tell Yang Xinjiang something about his past with Wen Qi, and he drank the jar of osmanthus brew he brought up...

At first, Yang Xinjiang still had a trace of illusions, and when he tried to communicate with Fu Chun, it all ended with you saying you and he missed him.

Seeing that he was about to finish drinking this jar of osmanthus brew, Yang Xinjiang also gave up, gave up Fu Chun's way of thinking, and insisted on waiting for the next person who could understand to come back, Rong'er, looking forward to Rong'er's return as soon as possible!

Even if the two don't communicate well, their temperaments are still similar, Yang Xinjiang will look forward to Fu Chun coming to visit him, and if the day doesn't come, he will look at the gate and look around.

One doesn't have many words, one ... The two people with a huge age difference can get along tacitly...

wrote a letter to Ren Yiguang in Xinxing County, as well as Yang Sirong's letter, and sent a careful orangutan to pick up Yang Sirong and return home to visit Yang Xinjiang...

...

Zhen Zhiyuan in Beijing

There was a sedan chair on the street, and there was an old man and a young man sitting in the sedan chair, and the young man looked unhappy: "Second uncle, I said that I wanted to ride a horse, but you didn't listen, you said that I was a half-sized child, sitting in this aggrieved sedan chair, and I was laughed to death." ”