Fan Hong, who couldn't die in Lu Yang, didn't care, he shook his sleeves angrily and said, "You mean, she won't live to be 15 years old?" Is it worth calling me out for something like this? ”

Fu Mingguang looked embarrassed, bowed down and said, "I see that Childe is very interested in her, and I am worried that if I say it, Childe will be stimulated." ”

"Is Childe such a fragile person?" Fan Hong was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, he thought about it for a while, and asked again: "Then what is her deficiency?" You might be able to diagnose her martial arts? ”

"She loses both qi and blood, such a person talks about martial arts, and usually has to lose half of her life if she runs a few more steps." Fu Yansong looked determined.

Fan Hongqi said: "How can Gongzi and Ziheng say that she is good at light work?" ”

"Impossible!" Fu Mingguang shook his head like a rattle, "This woman not only has a loss of qi and blood, but also has a serious leg disease, how can she do light work, I don't believe you will go back and look at her legs in a while, and then look at her hands, there is no callus at all, and there are no characteristics of a person who practices martial arts at all." ”

Then what else is there to worry about, Fan Hong doesn't want to waste saliva with Fu Mingguang anymore, he doesn't have time to stand here and discuss an insignificant little person, so he said: "That's fine, you don't need to inform Gongzi about this matter, you can go and get busy." Then he left without looking back, and walked away like a fly.

Looking at the way he walks, it is obvious that his body is very tough.

Fu Mingguang looked at him in a daze, standing alone next to the blooming begonia tree, and it took him a long time to react, and he immediately patted his head in annoyance, and sighed: "Oh, I haven't finished saying this yet!" ”

"That little girl not only has a loss of qi and blood, she also has a strange disease, her qi is weakened to the extreme, it stands to reason that she has died a long time ago, a person has no qi, how did she survive?"

"And her deficiency disease doesn't seem to be brought out of her mother's womb, but like a stubborn disease caused by the weakening of the qi, she is a little girl, where is the qi?"

"That's it, I'm dying anyway, why should I bother with all this nosy." Fu Mingguang thought about it, shook his head and sighed and left.

Fan Hong, who returned to the house, remembered that Lu Yang was trembling with fright before he fell unconscious, and his doubts and worries disappeared.

It's only been a month around the left, and he's still a dying man, and there are so many secret guards and dead soldiers around Childe, can't you still see it?

Thinking about it like this, where would Fan Hong make Fu Yansong unhappy because of such a trivial matter.

It was the first time that he agreed to Fu Yansong's request so readily, and agreed to let Lu Yang continue to stay, but Lu Yang was not allowed to take a step out of Bitongju.

"If you don't come out, you won't come out, this mansion is just so big, and there's nothing to see." Fu Yansong also generously agreed with Fan Hong's conditions.

Everyone left the room where Lu Yang lived one by one.

Lu Yang thought that she was dizzy, and when she woke up again, she must have reported to the Yin Cao Mansion, but when she woke up, she was still in the same place.

She's alive!

After touching it, his hands and feet were complete, and a heart was suddenly put back in his stomach.

At this time, the lights were already lit in the house, and it was already dark outside the window, presumably at night.

Lu Yang looked sideways and found that a little boy was sitting behind an old mahogany three-bent leg drawer bookcase not far from the mullioned window.

A serious face.

He was wearing a sky blue embroidered bamboo leaf pattern placket with wide sleeves on the right side, a bean green silk silk around his waist, a piece of rising mutton fat jade pendant, and a black hair was only tied with a mutton fat hosta.

What a picture of a beautiful woman.

The child looks a little bit good.

But how could he be here? Could it be that he really lives in this house?

Lu Yang remembered that on the night she came, she was arranged in the maid's room in the back room, squeezed into a room with a little girl.

When she woke up during the day, looking at the decoration of this house, she once suspected that it might be where Fu Yansong lived, but she didn't expect it to be true.

So in the past two days when she was sick, where did Fu Yansong live?

Lu Yang patted the bed.

This is a Huanghuali six-pillar shelf bed, there are hoarding boards on three sides, there is a screen in front, and the upper end of the four sides is equipped with the same four-fold Ruyi pattern horizontal frieze board as the bed circumference, and the overall look is precious and atmospheric.

The wood of this bed alone is not something that ordinary people can afford.

Fu Yansong raised his head when he heard the movement, and when he saw that Lu Yang had woken up, he put down the book and walked over in a few steps, "How do you feel?" Are you all right? ”

Lu Yang nodded, gesturing to wash his face and rinse his mouth, he was very hungry and wanted to eat.

Her gestures are simple and easy to understand, with her soft and cute little face and vivid expression, the little boy only feels pleasing to the eye, and in a good mood, she brings toiletries to Lu Yang to freshen up, and asks people to serve food to Lu Yang.

How dare Lu Yang let others wait for her, she had already gotten out of bed, brushed her teeth and washed her face by herself.

When she finished washing, a bowl of fine meat porridge was also brought in by the maid.

Lu Yang has been sick for two days, and she has not eaten any rice, she has long been hungry, and she eats a bowl of porridge in one go, if it weren't for the presence of anyone, she would want to lick the bottom of the bowl clean.

Seeing that she ate so sweetly, Fu Yansong was also a little hungry, so he asked Wen Niang to make condensing fragrance for him.

Lu Yang ate, his spirit was much better, and his face looked much better, Fu Yansong cleared his throat, and decided to preemptively pick up a little bit of face: "That, did you hear what this son said in the morning?" ”

In fact, he heard it, and Fu Yansong said that as long as she woke up, he would stop bullying her.

But Lu Yang saw his expression, 'If you hear it, I'll turn my face with you', he immediately decided to tell a little lie.

Lu Yang shook his head in confusion.

Fu Yansong really breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone instantly became arrogant: "Now you know the fate of offending this son, right?" Let's see if you dare not listen to my son. ”

Lu Yang nodded obediently.

Her obedience pleased Fu Yansong, Fu Yansong was very satisfied, and said more and more old-fashioned: "You can only listen to my son's words, my son tells you to go east, you must not go west, as long as you behave well, a month later, when my son is happy, maybe he will ask my great-grandfather for you to intercede, and let him show you a good place." ”

Fu Yansong had actually decided in his heart that he wanted to keep Lu Yang all the time, and he wanted to use Lu Yang to slap that stinky boy in the face.

Wait for the next time they meet, he must vent his anger well, how could he let Lu Yang go before he gets angry.

And he also thought clearly, for the time being, he couldn't tell Lu Yang that he knew that stinky boy, otherwise with the extent that Lu Yang hated that guy, he would definitely ask him about the whereabouts of the stinky boy, and then run to find trouble with the stinky boy, so how could he slap that guy in the face?

Slapping the face is to be happy when you are surprised.

Fu Yansong smiled gloomily.

Lu Yang thought in his heart: "Isn't the best place you said to be a happy death?" ”

She didn't know if Fu Yansong was pretending to be stupid, or if she really didn't understand what her great-grandfather said about the disposition was execution.

But what's the matter, listen to what he said, his great-grandfather probably won't do it to himself within this month.

But after a month, he will definitely still be unable to escape death, as long as she flies away from Fu Mansion before the January deadline, then who cares if he is pretending to be confused.

"What's your name?"

Fu Yansong asked Lu Yang charitentially, as if Lu Yang could make him have such curiosity, what a rare thing.

Isn't your neck sore when you keep your chin up like this? Lu Yang said that she was puzzled, and she had no intention of writing down her name, anyway, everyone would soon be passers-by.

Lu Yang saw that he wanted to interrogate himself properly, so he moved a lamp hanging chair to the bookcase, sat down on the chair, and gently swayed his two calves under the bookcase to keep the blood in his calves flowing.

Fu Yansong also followed, sitting in the position where he was originally reading, and the two of them sat facing each other across the bookcase.

He saw Lu Yang sitting there without moving, and asked again, seeing that she shook her head ignorantly, he couldn't help but look at Lu Yang suspiciously: "You don't have a name?" Then who taught you your light skills? ”

Lu Yang thought about it, leaned on the bookcase and pulled all the study utensils that Fu Yansong used on weekdays in front of him, dipped his pen in ink and wrote: "I don't dare to say it, I'm afraid that you won't believe it if you say it." ”