Then he handed over the method of making Songhua eggs that had been written long ago to Fang Qingyue, and instructed him that if they couldn't make it according to the formula, they could come to her for training at any time.

Fang Qingyue took the prescription and left in a hurry, and before leaving, he repeatedly told her to insist on practicing calligraphy, and she must not be rusty.

Qingbao said that he was wordy, but he was still a little happy with his undisguised concern in his heart.

Under Mr. Fu's devilish training, the four disciples were not lightly tired.

Xu Fang's body was the weakest, and she couldn't stand such fatigue, so she took half a month of sick leave. Meng Siyun also couldn't stand this suffering, and fished for three days and dried nets for two days. And Min Cha, like Qingbao, is holding on.

Qingbao was so tired that he even wanted to sleep when he walked, and he wanted to take two days off to rest, but after learning that Mr. Fu would leave here for the capital in a few months, Qingbao still gritted his teeth and stood up.

What Mr. Fu taught is what she has learned in her life for more than 20 years, which is extremely practical and useful, and will definitely be useful in her future life. Qingbao didn't know if he missed Mr. Fu, in this not too big city, he would be able to find a gentleman with outstanding etiquette like Mr. Fu. Therefore, while Mr. Fu had not left, she tried her best to learn everything that Mr. Fu taught her.

Qingbao and Min Cha's hard work was seen by Mr. Fu, but in exchange for her more rigorous training.

The embroidery thread is not handled well, the skirt corners occasionally flutter when walking, the tea tray is slightly tilted when serving tea, and the back of the body is slightly bent when standing...... She would scold them harshly, and then show them herself.

Under her words and deeds, Qingbao's actions are sitting and lying, and her every move is becoming more and more presentable.

In this hard training, three months slipped by.

Qingbao's actions and demeanors have reached the standard, but there is still something lacking in the female red, but the female red is very time-consuming, and there is no need for Mr. Fu to accompany him to guide him from time to time, so Qingbao and Min Cha have more time at their disposal.

In the afternoon of this day, Min Cha sent Yahuan to call Qingbao, saying that she had a new trick and asked Qingbao to embroider together.

It was the height of summer in June, and the weather was very hot in the afternoon.

Yahuan led Qingbao to the flower pavilion and asked her to wait for a while, and then go back to call Min Cha.

The garden of the Luo family is relatively large, which is full of flowers and trees, in the sea of flowers, under the lush flowers and trees, the rockery and rockery are piled up in it, and the pavilions and pavilions are hidden behind the trees, which is quite elegant.

The pavilion where Qingbao is located, a slim acacia tree is hidden under the tree, which is the most shady one in the garden, but it is also the most remote one.

Qingbao looked at the surrounding flowers and plants for a while, this big noon, the flowers and plants were wilting, and there was nothing to look at, she simply didn't wait for Min Cha's new tricks, so she took out the unfinished embroidery she brought, and lowered her head to embroider.

In the hot weather, the servants didn't know where to hide, and the garden was very quiet, except for the weak cries of the trees, there was no other sound.

After sitting and embroidering for a while, Qingbao heard footsteps in the distance.

The sound of footsteps, one light and one heavy, seemed to be two people coming.

Probably Min Cha and her maid came over, right?

Qingbao raised his head and looked at the path leading to the pavilion, but found that under the shade of several flower trees, on the two pairs of feet walking, one pair was wearing light green silk embroidered shoes, and the other was the white-soled black boots that men were used to!

Qingbao Yileng, she knows these embroidered shoes, they are worn by Mr. Fu on his feet, but who is this man?

Mr. Fu actually came to the pavilion with a man, didn't he collide with her?

What did she do?

Do you want to avoid it, or say hello to Mr. Fu?

Mr. Fu is a teacher, and it will definitely be embarrassing if a student sees her with a man, right?

Thinking of this, Qing Bao grabbed the cloth bag he had embroidered on the stone table, quietly retreated behind the acacia tree, and squatted behind a row of tall flowers.

As soon as she squatted down, she heard Mr. Fu's somewhat melancholy voice from the pavilion: "I have already set the date, I will choose twenty-two, if there is no delay on the road, I will be in time to spend the begging festival in the capital." ”

A man said in a begging voice, "Asashiba, stay for me one more time, can't you?" ”

Qingbao was stunned by this voice all of a sudden, this voice, she is very familiar, isn't it the polite and amiable Uncle Luo, Luo Min Cha Luo Qianyue's father Luo Yuxing?

No way?

Mr. Fu and Uncle Lo actually have an affair?

No wonder Mr. Fu is willing to stay in this small city for a long time, it turns out that it is for her lover!

The two people in the pavilion were silent for a while, but Mr. Fu spoke first: "What's the use of staying?" You and I are ultimately separated. ”

Luo Yuxing was probably speechless, and there was silence for a while.

"You saved my life back then, and I paid you back with fifteen years of affection, this should be enough, right? Zilu, I can't stay, I'm already thirty years old, and if I don't marry, I can only be buried in the barren mountains and mountains to be a lonely ghost after I die! Mr. Fu's voice was full of helplessness and bitterness.

In this society, you can already be a grandmother at the age of thirty, and Mr. Fu is already an out-and-out "old girl".

"Qianzhi, it's because I'm too selfish, I can't marry you, but I always want to see you every day. Asashiba, I just hate that I met you too late now, if I met you when I didn't get married, it would be great! I also hate myself for leaving the hospital, if I am still a doctor, I will be able to match your identity! In Luo Yuxing's voice, there was a lot of sadness and infinite remorse.

"Zilu, you don't have to blame yourself like this, in the end, it's still my life is not good. If I hadn't served in the presence of the first queen, we would have arrived together early......" Mr. Fu cried, whimpering and complaining.

As soon as he heard this, Qingbao immediately understood why Mr. Fu couldn't marry Luo Yuxing.

The palace maid is out of the palace, if it is an unknown little palace maid, who she marries is her own business, and no one cares. But the palace people who have served in front of the queen, if they go out of the palace to marry, it is not Zhang San and Li Si who marry casually.

Under normal circumstances, a palace person with a head and face will be given a marriage by the imperial court, and he has to marry an official with a few grades as a wife, or a side concubine to which prince, so as not to lose the queen's face.

Luo Yuxing was a physician in the palace, and Mr. Fu was the palace of the former queen, not the palace of the current queen, if Luo Yuxing wanted to marry Mr. Fu as his wife, it might be a little possible, if it was said that he was a concubine, it was impossible to even think about it.

Qingbao was thinking nonsense here, and Luo Yuxing in the pavilion said again: "Qianzhi, don't cry, I know that I have wronged you for so many years, but why am I not suffering in lovesickness every day?" I carefully took every letter you sent, read it over and over again. I heard that you were coming the year before last, Qianzhi, you don't know, I didn't sleep all night with excitement, so I sat in this pavilion and looked at the moon stupidly all night, just like I was in the capital that year. ”

"Zilu!" Mr. Fu whispered Min Yuxing's name and cried again.

"Asaba!" Luo Yuxing also called Mr. Fu lightly, and there was a choked voice in his voice.

Qingbao gave them the text behind the flowers: There should be a hug here!

In order to confirm whether his imagination was correct, Qingbao turned his head slightly and looked through the gap in the flowers to the pavilion.

The result was really unexpected, Mr. Fu and Luo Yuxing didn't hug at all, the two of them just clasped their hands tightly together, staring affectionately, tears flashing in their eyes.

It seems that the ancients are still more conservative than modern people, and if this was in modern times, it is estimated that it would have been gnawed a long time ago.

Qing Bao was afraid that she would be discovered after watching for a long time, so she turned around to continue eavesdropping, and the moment she turned her head, she saw that on the opposite side of the pavilion, that is, next to the path between the flowers leading to the pavilion, there was a pink and purple skirt exposed outside the flowers.

It seems that you are not the only one who is peeking at this good show!

I thought that Luo Min Tea was here to find her, and I probably heard someone talking in the pavilion, so I didn't show up suddenly, right?

Knowing that he was not fighting alone, Qingbao's original guilt and uneasiness miraculously dissipated.

The people in the pavilion didn't know that there were at least two listeners around, and they continued to pour out their love.

"Zilu, I won't hide it from you, when I went home this year, my mother forcibly ordered me a family, it was to give a person who said that before he died, he wanted to see me have a home. The wedding was scheduled for next spring, and my mother asked me to go back by July to prepare the dowry. Mr. Fu's crying voice became more and more sad.

Governor Luo Yu let out a long sigh before asking bitterly, "Is it a good family?" ”

"I heard that it was an official from another place who lost his wife." Mr. Fu's nasal voice became heavier: "At my age, I can only be a steproom." Whether it's a steproom, even if I can't give birth to a child, there are ready-made children to send me to the end, woo woo......"

"Asagiba, Asagiba!" Luo Yuxing's voice was as painful as mourning.

Hearing this, Qingbao had already guessed that the pair of lovers in front of him were divided.

Mr. Fu is engaged, this must be something that cannot be reversed, unless she is willing to let her gray-haired old lady go to prison.

And Luo Yuxing, from the beginning to the present, has not given Mr. Fu any promises.

It's not that he is unkind, it can be heard from his painful voice that he also loves Mr. Fu very much, but in the face of cruel reality, he can't afford this love.

The two of them talked about their son's words in the pavilion for a while, recalling the scene when they met, recalling the beauty of meeting secretly, and when they talked about the bitterness of separation, they wept separately, and when they said that they would be goodbye in the future, they finally hugged their heads and cried.................