When Fu Heng hurried to the living room, the room was already crowded with people sitting or standing.
His eyes wandered around the crowd, but Qinglian was nowhere to be seen. Fu Heng hurriedly asked, "Emian, where is Qinglian?"
"Why are you still mentioning her?" Madam Fucha's face was still full of anger, "I saw that girl with a beautiful appearance and a docile temperament, and I planned to lift her up, but who would have expected her to have a different heart and pushed An'er into the water! "
Fu Heng: "Emother, Qinglian is not such a person."
Er Qing, who was beating Madam Fucha's back, stopped and said, "I saw it with my own eyes, and you are still protecting her!"
Fu Heng glanced at her coldly. Of all the people, the one he distrusted the most was her. But the mother is more expensive than the child, because she gave birth to a son, so she was deeply loved by the old lady. After all, Fu Heng simply did not see her and asked, "Where is Qinglian now?"
Mrs. Fucha: "Sold!"
Fu Heng's expression changed slightly. Er Qing hurriedly said: "Fu Heng, don't listen to E-niang's angry words. E-niang has always been kind to her servants. Even if Qinglian made a mistake, she just asked her family to take it back."
Fu Heng doubted: "Really?"
Seeing that he repeatedly doubted Erqing, Mrs. Fucha became angry: "If Erqing hadn't interceded for her and had been beaten to death, how could she have been so cheap!"
Fu Heng was very puzzled, Er Qing would actually intercede for others
"Everyone can change." Er Qing saw his doubts, sighed, and said sincerely, "For example, Qinglian, as she gets older, she gradually develops other thoughts. Now I will send her out and call her parents. Choose another marriage partner, isn't it?"
Fu Heng was still a little skeptical: "Really?"
"As long as you don't have the idea of taking her as a concubine, not only will I not embarrass her, but I will also add a dowry to complete her loyalty to you." Er Qing vowed, "Me too, as long as you are willing to live a good life, I will It can also become better and become what you like, I promise."
Fu Heng fell silent. He doesn't have high requirements, he only wants family and prosperity. Although he hates Er Qing, his parents love her. If she can really make a change and become a virtuous wife, he can try to forget those things in the past. Thinking of this, he sighed and said, "... just as you said, add a dowry to her."
A sedan car took Qinglian out of the house, but a concern came to Fu Heng's mind again. As a minister in the DPRK and a confidant of the emperor, it is inevitable to entertain. On this day, the military aircraft Zhangjing invited him to drink flower wine.
"No." Fu Heng refused with a smile, "The law of the Qing Dynasty is hanging over our head, and we can't afford sixty sticks. Besides, even if we want to drink, we can't find a place. There is a strict order from the emperor, the Qinlou Chu Pavilion in the capital. It's almost extinct..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman rushed to the carriage, the carriage stopped in no hurry, the horse neighed, its front hooves raised, and kicked the woman, the woman screamed and rolled to the ground without moving.
Fu Heng hurriedly got off the carriage and saw two men beside the woman, he asked, "Who is she from you?"
The two men were dressed in bunts and dressed like gang thugs. Originally, they wanted the lion to slander Fu Heng, but when they saw him in official uniform, they vented their courage and flattered: "She is a girl in our restaurant, Ugly, not worth a lot of money, not worth a lot of money."
Seeing that they linked a living person to Yinliang, Fu Heng couldn't help frowning.
The military plane next to him, Zhang Jing, used to be a frequent visitor to the brothel. He knew more about it than he did. He leaned into his ear and said, "The restaurant they talk about is a secret prostitute business. This girl probably bought out her life and death. Yes, you give them some money and it's over."
Fu Heng shook his head, took off the purse from his waist, and threw it at the thug: "One life, take good care of her."
The thugs opened the purse and glanced at them, overjoyed, and thanked them all the time. Fu Heng couldn't see their appearance. He turned around and was about to return to the carriage when a very weak voice suddenly came from behind him: "Young master..."
A familiar voice called Fu Heng's footsteps. He suddenly turned his head to look at the dying woman on the ground, and said in shock, "Qinglian?"
Fucha House Room.
The doctor had just returned, and the kitchen was decocting medicine. Fu Heng called the housekeeper with a gloomy expression on his face: "What's going on?"
"Master, it's the villain's negligence." The housekeeper said with a guilt look on his face, "The villain just found out, the young lady just chose a door for Qinglian on the surface, and the sedan chair just left the city, she turned her head and changed to a small one. , sent to the dark prostitute."
Fu Heng's face was sinking like water, and he almost cut off the armrest of the chair. Suddenly, an exclamation came from his ear: "Young Master, Young Master is not good! Qinglian has swallowed gold!"
The doctor just went out on the front foot, and was invited back again. With all his efforts, he used a hundred-year-old ginseng in Curry to hang Qinglian's life back.
"The villain has done his best." The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead. "But in the end, it's just a flashback. Master Fucha, if you have anything to say, tell her as soon as possible."
Fu Heng was silent for a while, then nodded.
The door closed behind him, and Fu Heng sat slowly by the bed, looking at the woman on the bed. There was a long scar on her face that used to be as beautiful as a lotus. This scar was brought to her by Er Qing. On her body, there are many wounds, longer than this, deeper than this, there are many the man brought her.
The culprit was still Er Qing.
"Master." Qinglian suddenly turned around and whimpered with her back to him, "Don't look at the servant, a dirty person like the servant will get your eyes dirty."
Fu Heng felt a pain in his heart: "No, you are not dirty."
"Master..." Qinglian called him again, very gentle and very sad, "Every time I call you young master, your expression becomes so gentle. At first, the servant also had hope... Then one day, the servant suddenly understood, All you want to hear is the word young master, isn't it?"
Fu Heng stared at her with wide eyes.
No one knew why he always treated Qinglian differently, not because of her good looks, nor because of her graceful posture, but just because of her voice.
... almost the same voice as Wei Yingluo.
"For a long time, everyone thought Qinglian was the young master's person, but they were all wrong." The voice rang in his ear now, with a humble prayer, "Young master is thinking of a person, thinking of a person, and his eyes There has never been anyone else. Now, Qinglian has only one wish, can you hold my hand, can you... call my name?"
Can you, after being my stand-in for so long, open your eyes and look at me, remember my name, my name is Qinglian.
"Qinglian." Fu Heng called out, holding her pale and thin hand.
Until that hand completely lost its temperature and became icy cold in his hand.
"Fu Heng!" The door opened, and Er Qing, who had been notified by the servant, hurriedly ended today's tea party. She rushed back from the outside and turned her eyes to Qinglian who was in the tent. Her face immediately froze. Disguised disgust, "This bitch..."
"I'm back." Fu Heng's voice was very cold and cold, "When you write something, put it on the table."
what
Er Qing suspiciously walked to the table and saw a letter lying on it.
On the envelope was written in black and white: Letter of Resignation.