Since Fu Ming was invited to attend a literary meeting, his reputation has gradually spread in the capital. Compared with the reputation that had been smeared intentionally or unintentionally in the past, the people who praised him this time were all celebrities in Beijing, saying that he was very talented, gentle and clean, and he was really good to meet.
When going to court one day, a colleague called Jin Yi and said with a smile, "Your son-in-law is famous all over the capital, Master Jin is very lucky!"
Jin Yihui smiled slightly, but didn't say much, then said goodbye and turned away. But there was a ripple in his heart: Mr. Fu, who is now known to outsiders, is really the person in Fangmanting
And these words gradually spread into the boudoir, and even the old lady and Renlan heard about it. Some of Renlan's boudoir friends also hoped to meet the Fu Gongzi through Renlan, but it was inconvenient after all, so they had no choice but to give up. Ren Lan told her eldest brother about this, and seemed to be joking: "Brother Ming is so popular, eldest brother must not be pregnant without knowing it!"
This time, Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to take it vaguely.
Soon, this hot June has withered with the lotus. July is hot, and the hot weather is gradually turning cooler.
At this time, the old lady was ill. As a man, Fu Ming was inconvenient to serve. With Renlan, Wang Shi and Xinyue here, there is no need for him to stand guard every day to occupy the land. But this time, he was not idle, because the old lady entrusted Zhaoyan to him, and formally asked him to raise Zhaoyan in front of Jin Yi and others.
Fu Ming knew very well that this was the old lady's great trust in him, and Jin Yijing had no objection, and Lelan even recognized it. This family has been quietly testing him, and finally recognized him
No matter what the relationship between Fu Ming and his husband is, at least, in the matter of raising the great-grandson of the Jin family, his rightful position has been determined. Fu Ming felt that the responsibility was great, but he did not reject it, because he needed such a responsibility and liked to get along with Zhaoyan.
Since then, Zhaoyan has spent more time in Fangmanting, and Fu Ming has paid more attention to the upbringing of Zhaoyan's words, deeds and character. Although Fu Ming is stricter than before, Zhaoyan is a smart child, and he knows that Fu Ming's change is actually for his own good. Occasionally, he lost his temper as a child, and although Fu Ming criticized him, he still analyzed things to him bit by bit afterward, treating him as a sensible adult, which made him convinced. The things they had done together before, such as teaching books, playing with flowers, playing games, etc., Fu Ming would still do with Zhaoyan, who was more trusting and affectionate to Fu Ming.
And Jin Yi, because of Zhaoyan, came to Fang Manting a lot more times. Occasionally, he would dine at Fangmanting.
At the dining table, Zhaoyan sat in the middle, and Fu Ming and Jin Yi sat on both sides of him, bringing him some dishes from time to time and urging him to eat more. It was the first time Zhaoyan had eaten with the two of them. He suddenly put down the tableware and chopsticks while he was eating. He looked left and right, his eyes were getting wet.
"What's the matter, have you eaten spicy food before?" Fu Ming wiped his tears with a handkerchief and asked softly.
Zhao Yan shook his head, sniffed, and whispered, "Yan'er is not uncomfortable, yes, she is too happy."
Although the elders have always treated him very well, and the old lady took care of him growing up, but he was not without regrets since he was a child. Today, this shortcoming seems to have been compensated for strangely. His still immature and extremely sensitive heart has become both sour and soft, and he can't help crying with a slight movement.
Fu Ming was the first to react. He touched Zhaoyan's head and didn't say much. He just picked up the steamed fish that Zhaoyan likes to eat with chopsticks, carefully picked the thorns, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in Zhaoyan's bowl.
Perhaps because he lost his parents since he was a child, Fu Mingyou can understand Zhaoyan's feelings. He suddenly remembered that it was not only him, but also Jin Yi. There is no difference between them in the lack of family affection.
Since you have to live your life with regrets, why not make this little guy around you more fulfilling
Maybe Jin Yi also has such thoughts, so every day or two, he will have dinner with Fu Ming and Zhaoyan in Fangmanting. And Fang Man Ting's cook's craftsmanship is indeed better than that of the cook in his own courtyard, and his appetite has improved a lot recently.
Today is an eventful autumn, and the yamen is busy with affairs, and even the military attachés who used to be more idle are starting to leave early and return late. Jin Yi's return to Jin's mansion was delayed a little later, but even so, Zhaoyan was willing to wait for his father to come back before eating. Fu Ming asked the cook to stew a cup of soup every afternoon. After Zhaoyan had eaten the soup, there was no need to wait for others to eat on an empty stomach. When the old lady was ill, she heard Xinyue say this, and nodded with relief: "Although he is a man, he is attentive."
Xinyue smiled and said, "The old lady has a good eye for seeing people."
The old lady patted Crescent Moon's hand and sighed: "You are also a good boy, but it's just that he is too stubborn to persuade him for a long time, and I wronged you."
Xinyue shook her head, "It is a great blessing for slaves to stay in Jin's house. The first lady trusted slaves and let them follow the master. In fact, the slaves knew that the first lady could not trust the slaves, nor the young master. The slaves do not need anything. Being able to watch the young master grow up in this mansion and live up to the entrustment of the first lady, I am satisfied."
The old lady coughed a few times and smiled: "If you can figure it out for yourself, you will feel better. Don't worry, Chang Bor is not an unreasonable person, and the Jin residence will not treat you badly."
Xinyue nodded, rubbed her back for the old lady Mosuo, and asked her warmly what she wanted to eat today...
In Fang Manting Court, although Jin Yi was tired, he still cheered up and played a game of chess with Zhao Yan. Recently, Zhaoyan learned to play chess with Fu Ming. As soon as he became familiar with the chessboard and the rules, he was eager to learn from his father. Jin Yi is not good at chess, but he is still much smarter than a novice child, and Zhao Yan is soon defeated.
Zhao Yan threw the chess piece unhappily and said, "I don't want to play anymore, it's better to play chess with Uncle Ming than Daddy!" At least Fu Ming would teach him step by step, and he would also let him.
Jin Yi said with a cold face: "It was you who challenged you first. If you lose, you have to be able to afford to lose. You are so angry that you can't have the slightest manly demeanor?"
When Zhaoyan heard the words, he became even more angry and a little guilty, so he kept silent.
Fu Ming came over, put his arms around Zhaoyan and said, "Yan'er should go back to rest with the nanny first. It's very late today, and if you don't sleep, you won't be able to get up tomorrow. When you go back to take a bath, think about what's going on now and figure it out. Let's talk about it again tomorrow, shall we?"
Zhaoyan nodded and asked to retreat, and the wet nurse hurried forward and took Zhaoyan away.
It was rare that Jin Yi had no intention of going together.
Fu Ming didn't see any guests away, he simply brewed a cup of soothing tea and placed it on the table beside his seat, and asked, "Do you mind if I play a tune?"
Jin Yi shook his head, "You can do it yourself."
Fu Ming went to sit next to the qin table, and Lu Fei came up and steamed the incense cake made of fruit wood and flowers in the incense burner. The sound of the piano turned into spring water, which came from the stream, and a leaf of red maple drifted on it, as the water flowed over the slippery rocks... The water gradually calmed down and seemed to come to the forest. gently blown away by the breeze...
Jin Yi fell asleep with his forehead unknowingly, and when he woke up again, Fu Ming was still playing, but he changed a piece of music, which was a little cheerful and woke him up from his dream.
Seeing him get up, Fu Ming stopped playing and said, "It's cold at night, so please go back to your room and sleep."
Jin Yi asked, "Which song did you play first?"
Fu Ming smiled lightly, "It's improvised. It's obviously not good. I fell asleep listening to it."
Jin Yi shook his head, "The song is a good song, if you think of a name, just tell me."
Fu Ming nodded in agreement.
Jin Yi couldn't say more, but he said again: "Then I'll go first, and you should rest earlier."
"Yeah. Lord, walk slowly." Fu Ming returned and said to Lvfei again, "Go get two lanterns, one after the other, and take the Lord back."
Fu Ming wanted to say that the moonlight outside was bright enough that there was no need to carry a lamp to illuminate the road, but he suddenly didn't want to brush Fu Ming's good intentions, so he silently promised. Before leaving, he also took a few fragrant cakes from Fu Ming, which were the ones that were steaming on the incense rack next to Fu Ming when he was playing the piano. The smell was not like the ones he had smelled in the past, so it was not a case in the house. But Fu Ming didn't say that this incense was developed by him and his servants. Perhaps, in the eyes of the dignified Master Jin, this is not on the table after all.
The night was cool, Jin Yi walked unhurriedly along the road illuminated by the candles in the lantern, and when he was halfway, he raised his head sharply, the moon in the sky was bright. Ming is the name of that person, and it is as clear and clear as his eyes.