Song Yige looked sideways, and saw that under the light moonlight, Fu Yanshan was standing in a dark robe, the wind and sand were shallow, and the green willows were swaying, and he seemed to see an immortal in a flash.

"Cousin Fu." Song Yige quickly retracted all his thoughts and bowed his head towards Fu Yanshan.

Fu Yanshan's hand was in vain: "Just now I sent Imperial Doctor Xu out and talked to him, I don't know if Cousin Song is convenient now?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Lu Zhu immediately pulled Song Yige's sleeve in private, not letting her agree, but when Song Yige looked at Fu Yanshan's eyes with a little warmth for the first time, his eyes unexpectedly brought a little joy.

Even she didn't know where that joy came from.

Seeing that Song Yige was unmoved, Fu Yanshan was not in a hurry, but said slowly: "I still have some account books to talk to you about, waiting for the bones of the Marquis of Ming'er to be transported back, I'm afraid there will be no such opportunity." ”

Hearing that it was a serious matter, Song Yige would not refuse, she smiled slightly, and it was considered to be in response to Fu Yanshan's words.

Now that the Hou Mansion is in an eventful time, how can you care about those red tapes.

Lu Zhu couldn't find any reason to refute, so she could only sigh constantly in her heart, followed Song Yige, and went to the study together.

After waiting for the study, Lu Zhu went down to make a pot of tea and brought it up.

In the study, the candle flame is warm, the two sit opposite the window, the moon in the courtyard is shallow, and there is a subtle sound of branches and leaves.

Fu Yanshan's eyes turned around Lu Zhu coldly, and then said to her, "You go outside and guard." ”

Facing Fu Yanshan's cold face, Lu Zhu didn't dare to resist half a sentence from the bottom of her heart, and after she was extremely happy, she went out of the house, and intimately covered the door, and after a while, only the two of them were left in the study.

Song Yige felt Fu Yanshan's gaze, frowned uncomfortably, she didn't know why, she always felt that Fu Yanshan seemed to be different from the past, but what was the difference, but she couldn't say the specifics.

Fu Yanshan took out a few account books from the side, stacked them all together, and pushed them in front of Song Yige: "This is only a part, and there are still some people below who have not yet been sent." ”

Song Yige lowered his head, flipped through a few pages casually, and was taken aback by the amount in the account book: "Father, how can there be so much private property?" ”

"Surprised?" Fu Yanshan smiled indifferently and said, "You can see it now, it's just a drop in the bucket, you should know that now that the treasury is empty, how can there be so much money to raise soldiers, most of it is paid by the Hou Ye out of his own pocket, if there is no private property, then how can it work?" ”

Song Yige wrinkled her brows, remembering that when she was Lin Yingluo, there seemed to be some private property in the mansion, but her father and brother never let her come into contact with her, and now it is the first time they have seen her.

She lowered her head and looked at the account book seriously, but she didn't plan to take a look, it seemed that she really just glanced at it, and waited for the account book to be roughly turned over, Song Yige raised her head and said to Fu Yanshan: "There are too many account books, I can't finish them for a while, so I will take them back first." ”

After speaking, she got up and wanted to take the account book away, and went to Leng Buding to give Fu Yanshan a hand and grabbed his wrist, Song Yige moved between his eyebrows and looked at him: "Cousin, is there something else?" ”

From the first acquaintance, this person was cold and indifferent, except for saving her twice and showing a little vulnerability, he always looked like he was rejecting people for thousands of miles, and Fu Yanshan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Especially when she asked him like this, Fu Yanshan's heart was even more uncomfortable, his fingers loosened slightly, and he said, "I heard that you write well." ”

Song Yige really frowned now: "Cousin, if you have something, you might as well speak up." ”

There was a crackling sound from the candle flame next to him, as if to reflect the scene at the moment.

Fu Yanshan only felt a little burning in the palm of his hand, scorching him like a flame, and he said: "My hand is injured today, and some letters cannot be replied to, I don't know if my cousin can help me with such a favor." ”

He said sincerely, but Song Yige's brows were wrung deeper.

To put it bluntly, she has no relationship with Fu Yanshan, and she usually has no intersection, why did this person suddenly change so much, and he could leave this matter to her.

In her cognition, if she is not a cronie, she will not be able to touch those letters.

Song Yige's body didn't move, but his tone became more and more cold: "Cousin Fu probably thinks too highly of me." ”

"It's not that it's a high look, it's not a joke, it's that Zifang really needs his cousin's help." Fu Yanshan said earnestly, "When I first came here, I didn't have any cronies around me, and there were some things to ...... My cousin is always much better than them. ”

When Fu Yanshan spoke, he deliberately omitted the middle paragraph, everyone is considered to understand, so they can naturally make up for his paragraph, Song Yige also understands, she hesitated for a while, and then sat down again: "I don't know what letter my cousin wants to reply." ”

Fu Yanshan unceremoniously stretched out his hand and pointed to the letters stacked up on the side: "That's all." ”

Song Yige gasped, so much, she felt that she had not broken it by handwriting in the end, then she was fighting with him until dawn, but now she has agreed, it is not her style to go back on her word, she can only take a deep breath, smile and take down the top letter, after opening it, she unfolded the letter and looked at it at a glance.

"What's going on?"

Fu Yanshan took it, glanced at it roughly, and pushed the letterhead down in front of her: "I said, you write it." ”

Usually long things, Fu Yanshan can go back to the past in the simplest few sentences, at the beginning Song Yige can also grasp some small habits when writing, but when she writes too much, the pen is slowly uncontrollable, and there is a bias towards the original handwriting.

Different from the hairpin Xiaokai written now, her words were originally practiced with Zhuang Yan Shen Tan and them, and there was no grace and elegance of the ordinary girl's family, but it seemed to be sparse and a little sloppy.

Fu Yanshan sat opposite him, even though his face was as calm as ever, he could rest on his lap, but the hand he covered with his sleeve was unconsciously clenched tighter and tighter.

Song Yige is Yingluo's close friend, and he naturally knows Song Yige's handwriting, and he didn't remember it on purpose, but after a superficial glance, he remembered it.

Now, although the person opposite is Song Yige's appearance, when he puts pen to paper, it is completely the handwriting of Yingluo when he usually puts pen to paper.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, quietly pushed the tea cup that was about to cool on the side, and said, "Drink some tea before continuing." ”

"No, you don't." Song Yige refused and continued to write.

Fu Yanshan took back the teacup, but his eyes swept over Song Yige and fell on another letter that had not yet been opened.

This letter was specially used by him to test her, and it was written about the Lin family.

Waiting for the letter in front of him to be written, Song Yige took an envelope from his hand and sealed it, handed it to Fu Yanshan, and went to get another one.

When Fu Yanshan saw her go to get the letter, his heart instantly rose to his throat.

Song Yige didn't pay much attention to Fu Yanshan, she lowered her head and opened the letter by herself, and the first thing that caught her eye was a familiar name-

Lin Yingluo.

She.

Song Yige's hand holding the letter trembled, and he subconsciously looked up at him, and saw that the man was leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes slightly closed, and the candle shadow fell on him, full of cold.

She took a deep breath and lowered her head again, looking towards the letter.

There are only a few things on it, not much, but it is enough to stir up her long-calm heart, and those emotions buried deep in her heart finally collapsed when she saw this letter.

She put the letter down with trembling hands and covered her face.

I don't know when, Fu Yanshan has quietly opened his eyes, he looked at the little girl lying on the bookcase with a complicated expression, her shoulders twitched, and she seemed to be very uncomfortable.

He tried to reach out and put his hand around her shoulder, but he stopped halfway through.

He didn't dare.

Everyone in the world said that Yingluo hanged herself and followed her father and brother, but they have been sleeping in the same bed for so many years, how do they not know how tenacious his girl is, how can she follow her father and brother desperately.

But all kinds of signs show that Yingluo committed suicide in the first place.

If she really wasn't suicidal...... He recognized her back at the moment, and was known, what should he do?

Could it be that he still has to endure the pain of Yingluo leaving him once?

Fu Yanshan clenched his hands tightly, burying all the pain and despair in his heart, he took a deep breath, and after calming his mind, he said, "Are you tired?" ”

"If you're tired, go back and rest today, and come back tomorrow morning."

Hearing the voice, Song Yige suddenly raised her head, at this moment her eyes were slightly red, as if she was crying, there should be a pool of tears in her eyes, looking at Fu Yanshan, she only felt a little uncomfortable.

No one knew how much he wanted to go up and take her into his arms and tell her that he was back.

His tan lang did not pass away.

But—he couldn't.

Song Yige endured the despair rolling in his heart, and smiled slightly: "Suddenly seeing Sister Yingluo's matter, I couldn't hold it back, and I was a little out of shape just now." ”

"Nothing." Fu Yanshan also said lightly.

He stretched out his hand and took the letter and smiled: "This matter is my mistake, knowing that you are sisters with Princess Qin, but still let you see her." ”

"It's because my own mind is too sensitive, and it has nothing to do with my cousin, and my cousin naturally doesn't need to blame himself." Song Yige stood up tremblingly on the edge of the table, "But today, my cousin may not be able to write on behalf of my brother." ”

"Now I'm a little restless, I'm afraid that the transcription will be wrong for a while, so let's wait for my cousin Ming'er to come back."

Fu Yanshan also stood up and arched his hand: "I still have to thank my cousin today." ”

"It's okay, it's just a matter of raising your hands, why bother." Song Yige smiled and shook his hand, and after blessing him again, he staggered out of the house.

As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, Song Yige felt that his feet were weak and he wanted to pounce on the ground, but fortunately, Lu Zhu was guarding the door of the house, and when he saw Song Yige coming out, he immediately reached out to support her, which saved her from making a fool of herself.

"Girl." Midori called in a low voice, with concern in her tone.

"Nothing." Song Yige held her with his backhand, "Help me go back." ”

"Yes."