Li Jingnan and Hua Qingxue seemed to have forgotten the quarrel that day and reconciled as before.
When Fu Tingye returned to the house, Li Jingnan was looking at the funny mirror that Hua Qingxue gave him, with a cheerful smile on his face, without any barriers.
Li Jingnan even called Xiaodouzi in to take photos together, laughing and joking.
Fu Tingye couldn't help frowning and reminded: "Your Majesty, Doctor Lu said that he needs to rest."
Since you are here to see a patient, why not keep your voice down
Hua Qingxue was concerned about whether Li Jingnan's frequent trips out of the palace would have a negative impact. "It's not good to return to the palace too late. You and Xiaodouzi should leave first. I'm fine."
Li Jingnan ignored Fu Tingye's words and said to Hua Qingxue, "It's okay to leave later. Anyway, I have nothing to do when I go back."
Xiaodouzi reminded softly: "Your Majesty, you haven't read the memorials in the past two days..."
Li Jingnan turned around and glared at him fiercely!
"It doesn't make any difference! They've already taken care of it anyway!"
Xiaodouzi lowered his head and did not dare to say anything.
Hua Qingxue persuaded her kindly: "Old Prime Minister will not always be by your side to help you. It is always good to see more. At least if a similar situation occurs in the future, you will know what measures and decisions to take. Now Just think of it as practice and study.”
Li Jingnan was silent and miraculously did not refute. He frowned and nodded his head and said, "I know, I will take a good look at it."
Even Fu Tingye couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and glanced at Li Jingnan, feeling incredible.
In my impression, it seemed that Li Jingnan would only obey what the late emperor said when he was still alive.
After Fu Tingye was shocked, he felt a little strange. Why did the relationship between these two people get better after they had a quarrel
After listening to Hua Qingxue's advice, Li Jingnan and Xiaodouzi hurried back while it was still dark.
Of course, I didn’t forget to bring the fun mirror.
Fu Tingye stayed.
Hua Qingxue slept for two days without eating, and now she felt hungry and uncomfortable in her stomach.
The kitchen prepared chicken shredded porridge that was easy to digest. Fu Tingye sat at the table and did nothing. He just stared at Hua Qingxue as she drank the porridge one bite at a time.
"Go to bed early after eating." He warned.
It was obviously a very gentle word, but when he said it, it was like giving a serious order. Fortunately, Hua Qingxue was already used to it.
"I've slept for too long, and I don't feel sleepy at all now." She sipped the spoon and looked at Fu Tingye with clear eyes, "Has the general eaten? Do you want a bowl too?"
Fu Tingye shook his head slowly, "You can eat it."
Hua Qingxue continued to sip the porridge while saying: "I wrote a letter to Wen Sheng and Shaowen. Can the general send someone to help me send it to Qingzhou? I drew the drawings and handed them to the courier. I was worried that they would be lost. "
Fu Tingye was silent, nodded and replied: "I will make arrangements. You take good care of yourself and don't worry about the firearms camp for the time being."
Listening to Lu Zhengqing's words, Hua Qingxue seems to be as sleepy as this time in the future. This time she was asleep for two days, so what about next time? … No one can guarantee that.
He knew that Hua Qingxue always had fantastic ideas, but the ancients often mentioned a word, "Heaven is jealous of talents." Fu Tingye was worried that Hua Qingxue would be fleeting like fireworks.
"Yeah, I'll pay attention." Hua Qingxue nodded gently, her tone a little sad.
Whenever she thinks about the failure to record so much knowledge in the chip, she feels regretful. However, no matter how regretful it is, it is not as important as her own life. Hua Qingxue understands the importance and does not dare to risk her body anymore.
Fortunately, before leaving Qingzhou, she had already recorded all the key points of knowledge related to distillers and gunpowder purification. Therefore, even if she does not touch the contents of the chip in the future, there should not be much problem in making firearms later.
Hua Qingxue finished her porridge and brought the written letter and the drawings of the telescope to Fu Tingye to see.
Fu Tingye didn't recognize this thing. Seeing that it was in the shape of a tube, he thought it was Hua Qingxue's new rocket launcher.
Hua Qingxue said: "This is a telescope. I want Wen Sheng and Shaowen to try it. If they can make it, it will be of great use."
A telescope, as the name suggests, can see far away. You can roughly guess its function just by hearing the name.
Fu Tingye glanced at the drawings, put away the letters and drawings, and said in a firm tone: "It will be delivered within ten days, so you don't have to worry about these things in the future." He thought that Hua Qingxue was unconscious because of this, and he felt frightened for a while. .
Hua Qingxue didn't see the happy expression she imagined on Fu Tingye's face, and couldn't help but be stunned, wondering if Fu Tingye didn't see the importance of the telescope
But it shouldn't be. Fu Tingye is very keen on such things that may affect the battle situation.
So why are you unhappy
She saw the worry hidden in his long, dark eyes, and then realized that this man was worried about her.
Hua Qingxue felt a little sweet...
However, thinking that Fu Tingye was such a respectable grown man, she was embarrassed to show off, so she gently pulled his sleeves and whispered: "The general's beard has not been trimmed for several days, let me trim it for you." Well, otherwise, it will return to its original shape in a few days."
Fu Tingye hesitated for a while, thinking that trimming his beard wouldn't make Hua Qingxue too nervous, so he agreed.
Besides, he really likes the feeling of Hua Qingxue being busy on him...
Hua Qingxue asked Huan'er to prepare hot water, and then pulled him to lie down on the bed, feeling a sense of accomplishment as if he had tamed a large wild animal.
She sat on top of his head, put her hands on both sides of his cheeks, touched his long beard, and laughed loudly.
It pricked her palms.
Fu Tingye suddenly turned his face, took her finger in his mouth, and bit it punishingly.
It's so soft and boneless that I really want to eat it one bite at a time.
"You actually bit me." Hua Qingxue scolded in a low voice, as if she was being coquettish.
At this time, Huan'er and Xi'er walked in and brought the towels, handkerchiefs, knives, handmade soap and other tools that Hua Qingxue needed.
Hua Qingxue pretended that nothing happened and withdrew her hand, but out of sight of the two maids, she pinched the side of Fu Tingye's face gently or not hard.
Fu Tingye didn't feel any pain, but his heart was filled with excitement...
When the two maids went out, he raised his hands above his head in an attempt to catch Hua Qingxue. Hua Qingxue softly exclaimed: "Don't make trouble, I have a knife."
... He touched her little face anyway, and that was it, and she stopped messing around.
"When you feel better, come with me back to the Hou Mansion." Fu Tingye said suddenly while shaving.
When Hua Qingxue heard this, she felt very emotional. In fact, she had long wanted to ask Fu Tingye when he would take her back home, but due to Fu Tingye's strange relationship with his stepmother, it was inconvenient to ask.
"I'm really fine. I can do it at any time." Hua Qingxue smiled at him, "Tell me who is in the house so I can prepare a meeting gift."
Fu Tingye felt a little more relaxed when he saw her smile, "My father died of illness a few years ago, and my mother is the only one in the house."
He thought for a while and then said: "A few years ago, my mother was too lonely living alone, so she picked up a girl from her parents' family and raised her by her side. We have a very close relationship."
Hua Qingxue asked: "So... is your cousin?"
"Yeah." Fu Tingye frowned. He couldn't remember Cheng Wanmiao's appearance. He only remembered that he seemed to be only seven or eight years old when he took it over
"I'm just a half-year-old child, so there's no need to prepare special gifts." He said casually.
Hua Qingxue nodded and took note of it.
…
That night.
Cheng Wanmiao was sitting in front of the mirror, combing her hair, but her mind had already wandered to nowhere.
Ever since Fu Tingye returned to Beijing, Mrs. Fu has been trying her best to bring the two of them together.
After all, during the national mourning period, the old lady did things in a very subtle way, such as deliberately asking Cheng Wanmiao to go to the study room to deliver something, or asking the maid to invite Cheng Wanmiao over when Fu Tingye went to pay his respects.
She didn't dare to refuse openly, so she had to pretend to be shy and try to stay as far away from Fu Tingye's yard as possible to avoid bumping into him.
Fortunately, Fu Tingye seems to be very busy, always leaving early and coming back late. He has not shown up once for such a long time.
In fact, Cheng Wanmiao didn't know that Fu Tingye was not very busy. He just simply didn't want to stay at this house, so he went out for an excuse, either to the patrol shop camp or to find Hua Qingxue.
Regardless, Cheng Wanmiao breathed a sigh of relief.
The maid walked into the room, looking a little nervous, "Miss, the old lady asked you to come over..."
The comb in Cheng Wanmiao's hand tightened suddenly, and her fingertips turned white.
The maid looked at her face and asked uneasily: "Miss, do you think... will the old lady know..."
"No." Cheng Wanmiao's voice was soft but firm, "As long as I don't admit it, what will the old lady do even if she knows?"
She looked at herself in the bronze mirror and said, "Gress me up, and I'll go see the old lady."
"yes… "
It was already bedtime, and Madam Fu was still awake. The capable maid stretched out her delicate fingers to massage Madam Fu's forehead and temples.
Cheng Wanmiao walked into the room with small steps and smiled sweetly at Mrs. Fu, "Aunt, why haven't you rested yet?"
Mrs. Fu opened her eyes and smiled, "Wanmiao, come to aunt."
Cheng Wanmiao walked over as instructed, sat down obediently, and gently tapped the old lady's calf.
The old lady held her hand and patted it, "Unknowingly, Wanmiao has grown into a big girl, and people are coming to ask for her hand in marriage."
Cheng Wanmiao's heart skipped a beat, but she had a look of confusion on her face.
Mrs. Fu looked at her carefully and felt a little relieved when she saw that she seemed unaware. As long as Cheng Wanmiao didn't do it intentionally, she could suppress this matter.
"Mrs. Xu is here today to ask you to marry Mr. Xu. Because it is the national mourning period, it is not possible to get engaged directly, so she wants to make a verbal agreement with me..." Mrs. Fu said while observing Cheng Wanmiao's expression.
Cheng Wanmiao was surprised: "How is it possible? I have never seen Mr. Xu..."
After a pause, he pretended to suddenly realize, "Ah!... Could it be him?"
The old lady asked her attentively: "What, do you recognize it?"
Cheng Wanmiao's cheeks instantly turned red and she explained: "Don't get me wrong, aunt. I don't recognize him. Qingxue invited me to her house a few days ago. We were placing paper kites in the yard. The kites fell on the tree. There was a young master. Help us take it off, but I'm not sure if he is Mr. Xu..."