As a psychology professor, Fu Cheng's comprehension ability is still online.

He didn't need Song Beibei to say too directly, so he understood what she meant.

His family is in the north, and he wants to be a praised virtuous queen, and he doesn't want to be a demon concubine who brings disaster to the country and the people.

He smiled and said obediently: "Okay, since you don't like it, I will never do anything to work hard and hurt money in the future." ”

Song Beibei showed his first smile after he came in.

She continued: "I also heard that in order to reduce your business taxes, you have also made people's lives miserable......

Fu Cheng shook his head: "Beibei, I don't agree with this. I lowered my business tax to promote business. You are also a person from the past, and you know the importance of opening up the economy and trade. ”

"I understand...... Song Beibei nodded, but he was still hesitant, "But isn't it not in line with Dayong's situation today?" What if the people really put the cart before the horse and abandon agriculture and start business? ”

When she said this, Fu Cheng had already guessed that it was Shen Guogong who said something to Song Beibei.

He smiled: "Beibei, the big family here, opposes the policy I proposed, but they are afraid of their own interests. You believe me, even if it is for you, I will be a good emperor praised by everyone. ”

Song Beibei was noncommittal...... She now feels that neither Fu Cheng nor Shen Guogong can be trusted.

The best way to do this is to go out and do some research and find out what the people need.

Fu Cheng didn't want to talk about politics anymore.

He finally understood why those ancestors set the rule that women were not allowed to interfere in politics, because if women were involved in politics, it would really ruin feelings.

What is bad to say between lovers, talking about national affairs here, every sentence carries a very serious responsibility, and it is strange to be able to say it happily.

Fu Cheng changed the subject: "Beibei, are you hungry?" If you don't like to eat the things in the palace, how about we go out and eat now? ”

Song Beibei actually had a question that he wanted to ask Fu Cheng directly, but since he had already changed the topic, he couldn't ask it again.

Song Beibei shook his head and looked at the food on the table: "I didn't move any chopsticks to these exquisite meals, so it was too wasteful to throw them away, let the kitchen heat up." ”

"Okay." Fu Cheng naturally didn't have any shelves in front of her, so he could eat whatever he wanted.

Fu Cheng immediately sent someone to bring the food down and heat it up.

While waiting for the meal, Song Beibei sorted out the lilies in the room.

Although these are things that cost people and money, they have already been brought, and it is a waste to throw them away.

Anyway, Fu Cheng had promised her that he wouldn't do this again in the future, so she would keep it for a few days.

She held the flowers in one hand and scissors in the other, pruning the branches and leaves on them, always thinking about the words she hadn't just asked.

Suddenly, his fingers hurt, and Song Beibei couldn't stop exhaling softly.

When I looked down, my finger was cut by scissors.

In the next moment, Fu Cheng walked over and pulled her aside.

Fu Cheng said distressedly: "Sit down, does it hurt?" ”

Song Beibei sat down obediently and shook his head to indicate that it didn't hurt too much.

Fu Cheng immediately took out the usual medicine box in the room and bandaged Song Beibei.

Song Beibei looked at the medicine box and couldn't help but think of the previous life.

Not only is the layout here the same as their home in the previous life, but even the places where things are placed are similar.

In her previous life, she also had a similar medicine box, which was placed on the bedside table.

She grabbed the medicine box on the platform for a penny, and after grabbing it, she showed off with Fu Cheng for a long time.

At that time, Fu Cheng, who had hundreds of billions of extra money at every turn, would not feel ashamed of her snatching those things, he would only cooperate and praise her for being so good and being diligent and thrifty.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Cheng suddenly spoke.

Song Beibei came back to his senses, and there was a little hesitation in his eyes.

She's been thinking about something she didn't ask just now......

Although her cousin didn't reveal anything, she knew from the mouths of Yu Wufang and Shen Zhengze that she definitely had something to do with Shen Zhao.

But why can't she remember it at all?

So she wanted to ask Fu Cheng, but she intuitively felt that once she asked, Fu Cheng would definitely be angry.

Now she looked at everything in this room...... Everything here is evidence that the two of them love each other, think Fu Cheng should be willing to be honest with her, right?

Song Beibei was entangled for a long time, and still asked: "Ah Cheng, what is the relationship between me and Shen Zhao?" I must know him, don't I? ”

Fu Cheng's hand, which was bandaging Song Beibei, paused slightly, and continued to bandage it.

He smiled faintly: "You have nothing to do with him, if you really have a deep relationship, how can you forget him?" ”

Song Beibei grabbed Fu Cheng's arm and looked at him pleadingly: "Ah Cheng, I beg you to tell me, my memory seems to have a gap, and I also feel that I should know him, but I can't remember it, I'm so uncomfortable......"

The atmosphere fell silent abruptly.

This time, Fu Cheng obviously didn't laugh it off as much as before.

Looking at Song Beibei's pleading gaze, he only had anger in his heart.

For a long time, Fu Cheng slowly exhaled and suppressed his anger with his strongest endurance.

He knew how powerful Song Beibei's character was, otherwise he would not have been able to track down his killing of his biological father in his previous life.

It's not a way to hide it anymore, so Fu Cheng treated it as a way to delay the army: "Okay, but you can't rush to lose your memory, don't worry, I'll help you recover your memory slowly, okay?" ”

Song Beibei's hand grabbed him tighter and tighter: "Don't be so troublesome, Ah Cheng, aren't you hypnotic, will it remind people of the memory of the hidden trevally?" I've seen you help the police investigate the case in this way, and you helped a deliberately forgotten patient remember her murderous past, so you can help me too......"

Fu Cheng tightened his palms, but his face was impassive: "How long ago was that, now that I have come to this place, my mind is full of government affairs, and I have long forgotten my past knowledge." ”

Song Beibei looked at him in disbelief, and immediately let go of his hand.

After a long time, she said helplessly: "Okay." ”

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, and Fu Cheng suddenly hugged her gently.

"Beibei, don't you want to do these things? Now that you and I are so lucky to come to another world and meet again, can't we live our own lives? ”

Song Beibei leaned on his chest, listened to the sound of his heart beating solidly, finally closed his eyes, and nodded: "Okay." ”

After a while, the imperial dining room cut off the hot meal.

After eating, Song Beibei cleaned up and went to bed.

She lay on the bed, and seeing that Fu Cheng had no intention of leaving, she turned around and said, "Ah Cheng, you should also go and rest." ”

Fu Cheng sat on the edge of her bed, gently brushed the hair on her forehead, and pleaded with a little pleading: "Beibei, can I stay with you?" ”