Mr. Yan, who was worried about his life, was tormented in the palace. At the same time, the Jingninghou mansion, who was worried about by him, was a mess.
Two days ago, Fu Shen and his party had just settled down. His own sister, Princess Qi, Fu Ling, sent his family over to ask Anto to deliver things. It was also rumored that he would come to visit in person another day. Fu Shen really didn't have the strength to deal with her, and he was worried that the Hou Mansion was not her serious family. He was afraid that King Qi would be overhearted, so he refused on the spot: "No need, let her take care of herself."
The person who came from Prince Qi's mansion was a servant of Duke Ying's mansion who was taken by Fu Ling's dowry back then. He was well aware of their eldest young master's unique temperament, and he didn't dare to distinguish a word.
When answering the question, King Qi Sun Yunduan was also there. Hearing this, he couldn't help shaking his head and said, "Fu Hou is a little bit inhumane..."
From the time Fu Ling heard the news of Fu Shen's injury, he was so worried that he couldn't sleep all night, and secretly cried several times behind his back. Hearing the familiar tone of the club, he was inexplicably relieved, gritted his teeth and said, "Let the lord make fun of him. Yes. My brother has always been like this, a dead duck has a tough mouth."
Sun Yunduan and her are a young husband and wife. They respect each other like guests and have a good relationship. They joked: "Now you dare to arrange him behind your back?"
Fu Ling said, "My eldest brother is cold-hearted and warm-hearted, but he's actually very kind to me. He's just not forgiving, and I don't know what kind of sister-in-law will be worthy of him in the future."
King Qi remembered the rumors reported by his subordinates, and deliberately changed the topic: "Who can say about marriage. Fu Hou just returned to Beijing, and the Hou mansion must be very busy. It is not appropriate for you to go now." He took Fu Ling's hand lightly. Shaking lightly, "Wait for two more days, and when he settles down, how about you come to visit again?"
Fu Ling's eyes lit up: "Wang Ye is willing to allow the concubine to leave the palace?"
King Qi turned his head and kissed her on the cheek, and said with a low smile: "That's your brother, not an outsider. It's okay. It's just that you have to promise this king, be careful, and don't be rash..."
A red glow appeared on Fu Ling's face, and her complexion was even brighter and brighter. She lowered her head and whispered, "I see."
The sky was overcast today, the wind was cooler than usual, and it looked like it was going to rain. Fu Shen's injury is most afraid of this kind of weather, and the endless pain makes him upset. He is about to ask someone to push him to the study, find some idle books to divert his attention, and someone will come to report. Princess Qi came to visit in person, and the car was already there. stopped at the door.
Fu Shen suddenly had a headache: "This enemy... Help me get up. Uncle Fu, let Xiao Yi and the guards avoid it, you restrain the servants in the backyard so as not to collide. Please go to the main hall first, and find two wives or children. Serve, I'll change clothes and go over."
In the main hall, Fu Ling had no intention of drinking tea, and couldn't help twisting his handkerchief nervously. After a while, she heard the sound of a wooden wheel sliding across the ground. She stood up abruptly and turned her head to meet Fu Shen, who was sitting in a wheelchair.
Fu Shen might not be ready either, and was obviously stunned for a moment.
Fu Ling stared at him blankly, as if she had suddenly forgotten how to speak. The invincible eldest brother in her memory seemed to be broken. He was aggrievedly nestled in a simple bamboo wheelchair. Extra sharp, smiling at her unskilledly.
Fu Ling couldn't hold it any longer, tears rushed to him and burst into tears.
The maid and old lady who came with her were all terrified. Fu Shen was thrown back by her, but she took her into his arms with both hands: "My mother, take it easy... Little auntie, still When you were only seven years old?"
The tense heartstrings were finally broken, and Fu Ling cried into tears: "You scared me to death... If my parents are not here, I am left with you as a relative..."
Fu Shen breathed for a while.
The frost in the bottom of his heart turned into a pool of warm water, his movements were cautious and clumsy, he gently patted Fu Ling's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, it's alright, brother is here, don't Sad."
If General Fu really went down to earth, Princess Qi might be the reincarnation of the God of Rain. Jingning Hou's mansion was almost collapsed in tears, but Fu Shen managed to persuade his sister, exhausted physically and mentally, pressed his temples and said helplessly, "I told you earlier, don't come, don't listen, I have to come and cry, and I'm not afraid of getting hurt. Body. You come this time. The garden in our house will not be watered for three years."
Fu Lingzheng was washing his face and dressing again in hot water. Hearing this, he burst out laughing and complained, "Don't make fun of me, you think I'm thinking about it. It hurts the most if I wait anxiously at home."
Fu Shen was choked to death by her words, so he put down his hands angrily.
Fu Ling packed up and sat back next to Fu Shen again, looking at his legs covered with a thin blanket, he couldn't help but look sad: "Brother, the injury on your leg... Really can't be cured? There are many famous doctors in the capital. Otherwise, I'll go and ask the lord to help you..."
Fu Shen said succinctly: "The emperor has already sent someone to diagnose and treat."
Fu Ling was silent, a look of disappointment flashed on his face, and after a while, he forced a happy face, and said to himself: "It's okay, if it can't be cured... It doesn't matter, as long as people are okay. You will stay in the capital in the future, and you won't be anywhere. go, okay?"
Her earnest gaze was like a knife, stabbing straight into Fu Shen's heart.
He didn't want to lie to Fu Ling, and he couldn't bear to make her sad, so he gave a vague "um".
Only then did Fu Ling smile from the bottom of his heart. After chatting with him, he asked, "By the way, have the family sent someone to see you these days?"
She didn't mention it, and Fu Shen didn't even think of the family from Yingguo's mansion, so he sneered and answered Quan Dang.
Seeing this, Fu Ling was helpless: "I thought that although she didn't like us, she was the mistress of the house after all, so she had to pass on face, but I didn't expect her to be so ruthless."
"Where did our 'love' with her come from? It was completely broken when the government was divided, and you don't have to make compromises because she is an elder," Fu Shen said, "Now she only sees Fu Ya, and wait Let's see when her precious son can lay a golden egg for her."
This time, not only Fu Ling, but all the servants from Ying's Duke's Mansion pursed their lips and snickered.
He was too lazy to pester these parents: "Why do you talk about these bad things? But you, how was your life in the palace?"
"Very good, the lord is also very good to me," Fu Ling turned slightly, shook his sleeve like a little daughter, and whispered, "I've actually been looking forward to your return to Beijing this year."
"What's wrong?" Fu Shen asked immediately, "What happened, or were you bullied at home?"
It's no wonder he thinks so much, it's the same for all the brothers in the world, and the way to show care is to give people support.
"None, it's good news," Fu Ling's face flushed slightly, "Big brother, you're going to be an uncle."
"Oh," Fu Shen only heard the first half of the sentence, nodded his expression as usual, after a few breaths, he suddenly realized the meaning of the second half of the sentence, he almost stood up from the wheelchair on the spot and raised his voice abruptly: "What did you say? ?!"
Fu Ling raised his hand and pressed his flat belly, and said with a smile, "It's been more than three months."
"How, how..." Jingning Hou rarely lost his temper, "How old are you? No, when did you have it?"
Fu Ling smiled and saw that he was in a hurry. Fu Shen patted his forehead, only to realize that he had asked nonsense, and also supported his head and smiled: "It's really... good, great."
In fact, Fu Shen is not a qualified elder brother. His biological mother died early, and his stepmother was unkind. He himself entered the battlefield early, and it is difficult to even go home every year, not to mention caring about his own sister. The two brothers and sisters are only connected by blood, and until now, Fu Shen and his sister have nothing to say.
And Fu Ling was soft on the outside and hard on the inside, and she also became a good lady under the Qin family. The only time she asked Fu Shen was because the prince had given her a message and intended to accept her as the concubine.
At that time, Fu Shen suddenly had the self-consciousness of being a big brother. He wiped Fu Ling's tears away and told her, "If you don't like it, you won't marry. Don't be afraid, I will stand up for you in everything."
The elder brother's mentality was troubled. When he looked at Fu Ling, he always felt that she was still a little girl who was crying and coquettish.
Unexpectedly, the little girl would marry a woman in a blink of an eye, and in a blink of an eye, she would be a mother.
As soon as he heard that she was pregnant, Fu Shen did not dare to keep her in the mansion for much longer. People who don't believe in ghosts and gods actually became superstitious one day, fearing that they and the soldiers who had just come down from the battlefield would be too bloody and would be bad for their children.
Fu Ling was driven out all the way by him, but when he got to the door, the maid helped her into the car. Fu Shen stood across the window and solemnly explained, "Take care of your life. I'll stay in the capital recently, and I won't go anywhere. You can rest assured. Raising a baby, don't wrong yourself."
Fu Ling's tears were about to fall again, so he choked back and said, "Look at what brother said... Who would dare to give me grievances?"
"Well," Fu Shen replied gently, "Your brother will take care of you in everything. Go back."
The door of Hou's mansion was closed again, Uncle Fu pushed Fu Shen back to the room, and halfway there, Fu Shen suddenly said, "Go to the warehouse to pack up some nourishing medicinal materials and various colors of silk and satin, and send someone to the Prince Qi's mansion another day."
Uncle Fu said, "This is a gift for the girl? Would you like to add another copy to the lord? Not counting today, there were a lot of gifts from the Qi palace a few days ago."
Fu Shen: "I remember that there is a Venus dragon-tailed inkstone in the study room. I'll get it later, and you can add some more things at your discretion."
Fu Shen wanted to go to the study temporarily, but the study was not used for a long time. The old servant was afraid that there would be dust in it, so he ordered someone to clean it first before he dared to let Fu Shen enter.
But I didn't expect that this cleaning would cause an accident.
When Fu Shen was looking for the inkstone, he found a long wooden box on the bookcase. It wasn't his own, but it was placed on the table, upright, as if someone had deliberately wanted him to see it.
The wooden box is very light, and there is a sound when it shakes, and it seems to be a thin stick. Fu Shen was very vigilant, and after researching it over and over several times, he made sure that there was no mechanism inside, and then carefully opened the lid of the box.
The moment he saw what was in the box, his hand suddenly froze in the air, and his eyes completely frozen.
There was a broken black crossbow arrow in the box. The shaft of the arrow was almost broken into two pieces, and the tip of the arrow seemed to have hit something hard.
It was shockingly familiar, and there would not be another person in the world who was more impressed by it than Fu Shen.
On the ninth day of September, Qingsha Pass. The moment when the rocks collapsed and the line of life and death was on the line, this was the cold arrow that came from behind and passed him by.