It was quiet in front of the house, not to mention the troublemakers, and even the people passing by couldn't see a few.

Song Yige took a deep breath and looked at the little guy guarding the door: "What happened just now?" ”

The little girl turned around and bowed: "Back to the words of the seventh girl, there is a gentleman who claims to be the steward of our Hou Mansion Zhuangzi, saying that he was ordered to come to pay the rent, and then he shouted injustice here, and injured one person. ”

She looked around: "Where is this person now?" ”

"When that person came to make trouble, he happened to run into General Fu, and now he was brought back by General Fu for interrogation." After the little servant finished speaking, he said, "General Fu also said that when he will judge the person and find out a result, he will send someone to tell the girl." ”

Lu Zhu covered his mouth and smiled quietly, and looked at Song Yige with his eyes turning, as if hinting at something: "General Fu is quite concerned about the affairs of our Hou Mansion." ”

It's really upset, even so much that she is faintly a little more uneasy in her heart.

"Where is the man who was wounded?" Song Yige deliberately skipped Fu Yanshan and then asked.

The little guy said again: "I was taken away by the general." ”

So Song Yige didn't rest for a moment when he came back, so he asked people to prepare the car again, and rushed to the Fu Mansion while it was still bright today.

The little servant of the Fu Mansion seemed to know that she was coming, and waited at the door early in the morning, and when he saw her coming, he diligently brought the small stool, and after letting her get out of the carriage, he led her in.

The place I went to was a lobby, and an old man was being tied up by them and thrown on the cold ground.

Song Yige glanced at him, and Fu Yanshan, who was sitting in front of him, put down the teacup in his hand and pointed at the person: "Recognize?" ”

"Well, it's true that I'm the steward of the village, but ......" Song Yige approached and looked down at him condescendingly, "Even if the steward of the village comes to pay the rent, it can't be him." ”

As for the twists and turns, Song Yige can guess a thing or two.

"Come and sit down first." Fu Yanshan beckoned to her.

Song Yige wrinkled her eyebrows and watched his movements, always feeling how this person treated her as one of those pets, she took a deep breath, and finally walked over and sat down.

Immediately, a little servant came up with hot tea.

"If it's cold today, you're not in good health, drink some to warm up first." Fu Yanshan looked at her sitting motionless, and then spoke again.

After finishing speaking, Fu Yanshan looked at her with his head propped up with his hands, and always felt that this girl had lost a lot of weight, compared to when he saw her years ago.

"Dinner?" Fu Yanshan asked again, directly interrupting Song Yige's words about asking the man.

Before Song Yige could speak, Lu Zhu smiled behind her and said, "Our girl hasn't eaten yet." ”

"Then let's stay and use it together." Fu Yanshan didn't ask her what she meant, so he decided on his own, and then ordered the little maid to go and prepare a meal, and didn't leave her a chance to refuse.

Song Yige sat upright, but in her heart she thought that if she went home, this matter would be known by Song Hengbo's girl, and she must be in peace again.

Men are so troublesome.

She thought.

Although there is a rule in their family that they don't eat or sleep, when they were eating, Fu Yanshan Xu told Song Yige about the situation of the person who was smashed for fear of embarrassment.

Waiting for the matter to be finished, Fu Yanshan just finished eating.

He put the bowl aside and said, "That man is recuperating in my house for the time being, and when his injuries are healed, I will send him back." ”

"Feel free, you saved the person, if you think that person is smart, you can stay in the house, take Ming'er and I will order someone to send you his deed of sale." Song Yige's movements were slower, Fu Yanshan finished eating, and she still had most of the bowl of rice in her bowl.

She had a relatively small appetite, and was fed a bowl of soup by Fu Yanshan, and the remaining rice in the bowl couldn't be eaten anyway, but under Fu Yanshan's gaze, Song Yige couldn't waste food.

Originally, when she was still in the palace, all the meals she couldn't eat were poured to Shen Tan.

Over here...... Song Yige picked up the dishes, obviously the food that was delicious before is now the same as chewing wax.

Fu Yanshan and her are considered a young couple, and they don't know how many days and nights they have spent together, how they don't understand what she is thinking like this, so he got up very casually, naturally took her bowl from her face, and put it in front of him, he picked up the jade chopsticks that he had put down before, and ate them without avoiding suspicion at all.

Looking at his movements, Song Yige blushed suddenly, and after a half-loud snort, Fu Yanshan heard what she said clearly.

"This is the ...... I've eaten," she said.

"It doesn't matter." Fu Yanshan didn't mind at all, "Just don't waste food." ”

Song Yige didn't know what to reply, and was silent for a long time, before he responded softly: "Oh." ”

After finishing the meal, it was half an hour later.

Song Yige and he went back to the lobby just now, and the steward was leaning on the ground with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, as if he was not very comfortable.

Fu Yanshan walked past the man indifferently, stopped after a few steps, and looked back at her: "This person, do you really know?" ”

"I know, it's Qiu Bo on Zhuangzi, and it's also an old man." Although Song Yige's words are not subdued, the tone behind him is raised, like a cat, which is particularly heart-scratching.

Fu Yanshan turned around, squinted his eyes happily and smiled: "Naturally, then the next thing will be easy to do." ”

"When I went, I heard this man splashing at the door of your Hou Mansion, saying that as soon as the old Hou Ye died, you, the girl in charge of the affairs, would not mention the rent increase, but would drive them out."

"How could I have said such a thing?" Song Yige retorted sullenly, "It's just a small Zhuangzi, how many rents can I have, I'm not so stupid." ”

"I don't know." Fu Yanshan said, "Do you want me to interrogate you for interrogation?" ”

After Song Yige heard this, she twisted her beautiful brows again, she is not an eventful person, and she is also very lazy, if she can avoid this matter, she will never provoke it, because after hearing Fu Yanshan take the initiative to speak, she has some plans in her heart.

She quickly changed her smiling face, and her shallow smile was like a spring water: "Won't it be too troublesome for Cousin Fu?" ”

"It's a gesture." Fu Yanshan beckoned, but his heart was full of joy.

Song Yige thought that he was calling her again, and as soon as she took two steps, a low male voice came from behind her: "General." ”

Suddenly, Song Yige stood in place awkwardly, neither advancing nor retreating.

Fu Yanshan raised his chin arrogantly and pointed at him: "Drag it down." ”

"Yes."

After the steward was dragged away, Song Yige felt that the atmosphere in the room suddenly quieted down.

She sat on the stool, with the dessert in her hand, and the man sat on it, and she didn't know what she remembered, and the whole person looked happy and relaxed.

The candlelight shone on his clear side face, and somehow Song Yige remembered what Ling Yue had said to her, this person had a wife, and for the sake of his dead wife, he never married.

Song Yige lowered his eyes, and instantly lost any thoughts.

This kind of person is better to touch less and hurt others and himself.

When I went back at night, it rained.

Fu Yanshan wore a cloak and sent her to the gate of the Hou Mansion, and saw her enter the mansion with his own eyes, and then drove away.

When she returned to the house, the maids came to the door very quickly, dressed her wide, changed her wet clothes, and fetched a bucket of hot water for her, which was shelved in the house until the middle of the moon, and Song Yige bathed in her wide clothes under the service of green beads.

The mist steamed up, obscuring her eyebrows.

She felt the temperature of the hot water and sighed with satisfaction: "Why don't you choose a day and let's go to the hot springs on Zhuangzi to take a dip?" ”

"Now that there are so many things in the house, it's hard for the girl to have such idleness." Lu Zhu smiled and squeezed her shoulder.

"There are so many ghosts, I can't get rid of them for a while, so why embarrass myself, it's better to choose a day to go out of the house to relax and relax, it's better than being bored here all day long, with a headache." Song Yige stretched out his hand and pressed his fingertips on his forehead.

"Slave and maid come." When Lu Zhu saw it, he hurriedly said.

The sound of the rain hit the windows unhurriedly, the lanterns hanging in the corners of the eaves gradually extinguished in the rain, and the cold and damp wind blew into the house through the cracks.

Song Yimo put on a thick robe and sat by the window, and his hands resting outside were blown cold.

I don't know how long it took, but the whole person was motionless like a statue.

Ling Qing went back to the house and saw it, sighed and walked over, picked up the books scattered at his feet, and put them on the small table in front of him: "Fulang, what are you thinking?" ”

"Nothing." Seeing that it was Ling Qing, Song Yimo smiled rarely, stretched out his hand to encircle the person and sat in his arms.

His body was a little cold, although Ling Qing was shivering from the cold, he still tried his best to snuggle himself in his arms and keep him warm: "You are hiding from me again." ”

Ling Qingjiao sneered and held his hand, "We are husband and wife, what else can't you say to me?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just something that happened when it was almost dusk." Song Yimo also suddenly remembered that he was cold, turned around and took another cloak and wrapped Ling Qing.

Ling Qing looked up puzzled: "What happened in the mansion again?" ”

"Some things have been settled properly." Song Yimo said, "Qing'er, if you have nothing to do with Ming'er, go to Ge'er and learn how to take care of the housework with her, Ge'er will be in time next year, it's time for someone to make a promise, I, as a brother, can't tie her to the house for a lifetime." ”

"I know, it's just that now she can read those account books, it's too difficult, I can't even read them." Ling Qing leaned on his arms and whispered.

"It's okay, just learn slowly."

"I'm going to Hanlin Courtyard tomorrow, not in the house, if there is anything you can't handle, go to Ge'er, grandmother and fourth sister, it's better for you to have less contact."

Ling Qing nodded obediently: "The concubine knows." ”

In the middle of the night, the rain began to fall heavier.

She was disturbed by the sound of the rain, and she didn't feel sleepy.

Even as soon as he closed his eyes, Fu Yanshan's moon-like and clear face appeared alternately in his mind with Shen Tan, and both of them were smiling and feasting, without half of the fierceness and complaining.

She couldn't sleep, so she simply got up with the quilt in her arms, her hair scattered and leaning on the bedpost.

Think back to what happened these days.