Chapter 441: The One Who Pleases

Feng Yun was still a little apprehensive before seeing her mother's notes and letters, Mrs. Tu's hesitant appearance was too serious, and she couldn't help but think about it.

When I saw it, I only smiled knowingly.

My mother is a person who loves to record very much, and she also writes in a handkerchief, and the notes are very neat.

She should have maintained this habit for many years, so she wrote so many handwritten letters in Tujiawu Fort, as well as the Lu family and the Feng family, leaving them a valuable wealth.

But the mother of the Wubao period was obviously much more lively and cheerful, and the tone of a little girl was common in the notes, as well as the occasional little temper, and a little willfulness.

What you think is on the paper.

Feng Yun often feels that her mother is alive.

She was in the book, and from time to time she would jump out, cross her waist, and point out to her......

"My grandmother is so cute."

When she was young, Lu Sanniang was slightly different from the mother image in Feng Yun's memory, and she watched it with relish.

"Here, Madame, look here......"

At the place of her finger, Lu Sanniang wrote a sentence of emotion.

"Ni Rong let the man seduce his soul, talking in his dreams in the middle of the night, and still calling the young castle master, I can hear that I, a single dog, are numb from head to toe...... I can't sleep well tonight, and if I don't write a journal tomorrow, I'm tired. ”

Then the next day, she wrote:

"Let's write a notebook, otherwise we can only watch Rong Niang Sichun."

Feng Yun smiled, and Mrs. Tu's face turned red.

"Tsk, it's your aunt who is not serious and often jokes about me......"

The two of them are young and can't figure it out.

Feng Yun looked at her shy appearance, as if she was a girl in an instant, and suddenly smiled and asked, "Does my mother have a man she likes?" ”

When Mrs. Tu heard this, her face suddenly fell silent.

She pushed the letter left by Lu Sanniang when she left Tujiawu Fort in front of Feng Yun.

"You'll know when you see it."

That's why she hesitated to show Feng Yun the letter.

In the letter, Lu Sanniang told Mrs. Tu in a relaxed tone that she had a sweetheart, someone she fanatically liked.

After three years in Tushan, she didn't wait for him to pick her up, she couldn't wait and wanted to find her true love.

He also said that she was going to leave a long time ago, so in order to drink a sip of the wedding wine of her and the young castle lord, she would personally send her into the cave room and watch her get happiness, so she waited until today......

But there is no feast in the world, after leaving Tu Mountain, she will not come back, I wish her and Tu Boshan to grow old together and give birth to a noble son early.

At the end of the letter, she reversed her previous playful tone and said solemnly that she gradually remembered a lot of things, so she still had a mission given in the dark, and she had to save the common people and let Ni Rong not look for her......

"I was very worried about your grandmother at the time, I suspect that she ......" Mrs. Tu pointed her finger, "Is it hallucination in the water, there is a problem here?" When she went to Tu Mountain, she was only twelve, one year younger than me, where did her sweetheart come from? What kind of mission, what kind of life...... It scared me out of a cold sweat. ”

Feng Yun smiled slightly.

The way my mother speaks is indeed different from others.

But Feng Yun knew that at this point, Mrs. Tu was too worried, and her mother must be normal, more normal than a normal person.

As for what sweetheart to talk about......

Girly love is always naïve and simple......

Didn't she also fanatically like Xiao Cheng?

But eventually, it will all disappear.

Mrs. Tu sighed: "During the period before leaving Tu Shan, she didn't go out all day long, and often said things I didn't understand......

She sighed again.

"It's also my fault that I was busy with the wedding every day and ignored her. You said your mother, will you blame me? ”

"No, it won't." Feng Yun said: "Mother knows what she wants to do best, and she will not be swayed by others. ”

In fact, when she misses her grandmother countless times, she will ask herself what kind of person her aunt is.

Then, with vague memory, conclusions are given.

A good person, a capable person, a person who has great love for the world.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have caused death......

"I miss your grandmother so much." Mrs. Tu took the letter and read it again, and it was full of mottled marks left by her repeated reading.

"I've been separated from her for too long. I never thought that Tu Shan's farewell would be forever ......"

"Over the years, I have often wondered where she is, how she is doing, whether she has allowed others, whether she has children, whether her husband and wife are still harmonious, and whether her children are well-behaved...... I thought a lot, but I didn't think that she was long gone. ”

Mrs. Tu choked up as she spoke.

Feng Yun silently handed her a handkerchief, and the corners of her eyes were moist.

"I miss my mother too."

The room fell silent.

After a long moment, Mrs. Tu sighed and said with a little hesitation:

Over the years, I have often wondered who her sweetheart is. Since she left on the second day of my wedding, I even doubted ......"

She glanced at Feng Yun, and her voice was a little lower.

"The man she likes should not be our family...... Old Tu, right? ”

Feng Yun was stunned.

She really hadn't thought about it.

In terms of appearance, Tu Boshan is far inferior to Feng Jingting.

But in terms of character and responsibility, Feng Jingting can't catch up with Tu Boshan.

It is difficult for Feng Yun to guess whether the fifteen or sixteen-year-old mother will be fond of the young and promising young castle master, but because she is a man liked by her good sisters, she restrained her emotions until she left......

I can't tell anything from the notes.

On the letter, there was no sign of the half-mark.

But Mrs. Tu's speculation is not entirely unreasonable.

Judging from the notes that Feng Yun brought out from the Feng family, Lu Sanniang never showed half of her emotions to Feng Jingting as written in the letter......

The man who made her fanatical and happy was not Feng Jingting, but someone else.

Looking at the old yellowed letter paper, facing Mrs. Tu, who had the same doubts, Feng Yun actually had a trace of curiosity......

Who is it written in? -

Feng Yun went back to the house with the starlight, and Pei Yan had already fallen asleep.

There was a faint light left in the room, reflecting his clear face, still so regular, like a splash of ink on rice paper, shrouded in clouds and mist, fascinating.

Feng Yun's heart moved slightly.

Look down, raise your hand, want to touch his eyelashes.

It stopped in mid-air again, and the throbbing thoughts passed in an instant......

She came back from the house, with a cold body, and did not touch him, but washed up, changed her clothes, and when she came back, she saw the neatly arranged account books on the table.

She yawned, put the account book in the drawer, and went to get the robe that Pei Wei had put on the waist, and wanted to pick it up, but a small bottle fell out of it, and the bones rolled to the ground.

She bent down to pick it up and looked at it.

There is no label, I don't know what kind of medicine it is.

She frowned and looked at Pei Zhen.

Is there anything wrong with him?

If you are as strong as a cow, why do you need to take medicine?

Feng Yun put the vial in a conspicuous place on the wooden case, and crawled into it to lie down lightly, for fear of disturbing him, while Pei Yun was usually extremely vigilant, and he would open his eyes at the slightest movement, but tonight there was no response at all.

Feng Yun leaned sideways, supported his head with his hands, observed him for a moment, and when sleepiness hit, he fell asleep when he lay down.

When I woke up the next day, Pei Zhen was not around.

The small bottle on the wooden table was also not in place, presumably taken by him.

Feng Yun pondered for a moment and decided to find an opportunity to ask Puyang Jiu.

-

On the eighth day of the lunar month, it is advisable to get married.

Xu is God appreciates his face, for Ao Qi's marriage, he got up early in the morning, and the sun showed a red face.

Because they are relatives, Feng Yun and Pei Qian will go to Ao Mansion earlier to help Pei Yuan Zhang Luo. Tu Boshan and his wife made an appointment with Chun Yuyan to go to the wedding banquet at dusk.

Feng Yun sent someone to load the gifts to be sent to Ao's house, and after waiting for a long time to see Pei Zhen, he turned around and went to the dining room.

As soon as the servant put breakfast on the table, Pei Yan stepped into the courtyard with the Biyong sword.

On a cold day, he was sweating profusely.

Feng Yun glanced at Xiao Man, prepared a warm and clean handkerchief, brought it to him, and said with a smile: "It's just right, it's time to eat." ”

Pei Yan glanced at it: "I'll just take cold water." ”

So saying, he went back to the house.

Feng Yun looked at the tall back, and was slightly stunned.

Which tendon is this pumping again?

Did she go back too late last night?

Breakfast was used by the two of them alone, sitting opposite each other, and Feng Yun specially observed Pei Zhen's expression.

He didn't talk much, but he was very peaceful, and he didn't look angry.

Unfathomable man......

Then she's going to take a test.

"The King." Feng Yun stretched out his hand and put it on the back of Pei Zhen's hand, frowning, "But how can there be any discomfort on your body?" ”

Pei Yan raised his head, sensing her emotions, his expression relaxed a little, and he shook his head.

"I'm fine. Eat it. ”

His voice was no different from usual, Feng Yun groaned for a while, and said, "I saw you carrying pills last night......

After a pause, he pretended to be tangled and said:

"If you have any incurable disease, tell me earlier, and I will be mentally prepared......

"Feng Yun." Pei Zhen called her by name and surname, his face was ugly, "I hope I die early, and you will remarry?" ”

"Tut-tut......"

This kind of sour talk doesn't seem to be something Pei Zhen can say.

Feng Yun didn't look at him with his knife-like eyes, slowly and methodically took the hot handkerchief handed by Xiao Man, wiped the corners of his mouth, his eyes were bright, and his smile was gentle.

"Eat, husband, don't keep my eldest sister waiting."