Some say she is crazy.
Otherwise you won't be alone in the yard throwing needles all night.
Wei Yingluo felt that sooner or later she would go mad - mad with anger. There was a fire in her heart, but she didn't know how to vent. If she was really alone and alone, it would be fine, then a knife could do everything, but...
"Daddy..." Wei Yingluo sighed softly.
Can the father-daughter relationship really be ignored
"Yeah, the Fucha guards are here."
Wei Yingluo looked up and saw Fucha Fu Heng walking into the courtyard. The two of them looked at each other. He suddenly turned his face away: "Er Qing, how is my sister's health recently?"
I don’t know if she is tired in spring or autumn. The queen has been drowsy these days. She is soft like a bone on the bed. Several maids in the palace beside her are thinking about whether to ask an imperial doctor to see her. Unexpectedly, Fu Heng first caught wind and came to the palace visit her.
"It's not a big problem, it's just that the old love is sleepy." Er Qing smiled.
Fu Heng nodded: "Let me know."
Er Qing entered to report, Wei Yingluo quietly walked behind the other party, raised her small hand, and gently tugged at the other party's sleeve.
The opponent was unmoved.
"Master..." Wei Yingluo called out in a low voice, even she was surprised when her voice became so weak.
Perhaps it was because of Concubine Yu that she became uneasy, like a frightened bird, struggling to fly in the wind and torrential rain, longing for a branch that could temporarily shelter from the rain.
Fu Heng did not respond to her and did not look back.
"Fucha guards." Er Qing hurried out from the inner hall, "The niangniang is waiting in the main hall."
Fu Heng snorted, and calmly pulled out his sleeve from Wei Yingluo's hand, followed behind Er Qing and entered the hall with her.
"What..." Watching him leave, Wei Yingluo couldn't help but feel gloomy and murmured, "Laughing so brightly at her, but ignoring me..."
For a while, my heart was sour and astringent, and I couldn't tell what it was for, but I just felt wronged and uncomfortable...
"What did you say?"
The queen looked at her younger brother in front of her, her surprise beyond words.
"Queen." Fucha Fu Heng looked calm, and repeated what he had just said, "I want to marry Yingluo."
The queen leaned back into the chair, rubbed her temples, and persuaded with some headache: "Fu Heng, what a strong personality Yingluo is, is she willing to be a man's concubine, I'm afraid that within half a year, the Fucha family will It's turned upside down."
"It seems that the queen understands Yingluo's personality better than I do." Fu Heng laughed, "If that's the case, how do you say the word concubines?"
The queen stared at him for a long time, until Fu Heng sighed, looked at her firmly, and said, "I want to carry a large sedan chair to welcome her in and marry her as my wife!"
He patted the table with his right hand, and the tea cup on the table jumped suddenly, and the tea overflowed, covering half of the table. The queen sat up straight and stared at him: "Fucha Fuheng, do you know what you're talking about?"
"I know." Fu Heng still looked very calm, "Wei's family is only covered by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but I am sure to convince Ama'e-niang to let me marry her into the house."
The queen shook her head. She was not as innocent as her younger brother, and said solemnly: "Fu Heng! With such an old-fashioned personality, can Ama agree to such a marriage that is not in the right household?"
Fu Heng winked at her: "Isn't there your sister?"
The queen was stunned, and then pretended to be annoyed and threw out the fan in her hand: "Okay, after a long time of trouble, you have counted on me!"
The fan circled in the air a few times, and before it landed, Fu Heng raised his hand and took it, with a smile on his lips, and shook his chest: "Fu Hengduan dare not forget the kindness of his parents, I will not do it for It would be unfilial to argue with them about marriage, but if I want to marry a wife and have children, I can only choose someone who suits my heart, otherwise, I would rather not marry anyone and stay with me for the rest of my life.”
He was laughing, but not joking.
The queen knew her younger brother and knew that he had made up his mind that even if he didn't help, he would go on his own way, so he shook his head and said helplessly: "Okay, even if I help you persuade them, but Yingluo is still a palace maid in the inner court, what do you want? manage?"
Fu Heng frowned, and before he could think of the answer, the queen sighed again: "Fu Heng, you know that yesterday's Qiqiao Festival, in order to win the game, Yingluo wore a needle for four hours, and finally almost fainted. A person is so cruel to himself, how about others? If you are ashamed of her in the future—"
The queen likes Wei Yingluo very much, but that doesn't mean she likes everything about her. In particular, Wei Yingluo's single-mindedness always gives people the illusion of falling into a cliff with one foot.
If Fu Heng was by her side, wouldn't she have to pull him down together
"I understand." Facing his sister's worries, Fu Heng hesitated for a while, and finally decided to confess his heart, "Sister, I really like her, and I am willing to accept everything from her, her good, her bad, her Love and hate are strong, and her grievances are clear. Fucha Fu Heng never swears lightly, but as long as she marries Wei Yingluo, she will be good to her for the rest of her life, and she will never fail her!"
The queen looked at him, speechless for a long time.
Although she is a noble queen, one person is more than ten thousand people, she is sitting on the world's rare treasures, and she is rich in exotic treasures at home and abroad. At this moment, she is also envious of Wei Yingluo.
It is easy to seek priceless treasures, and it is rare to have a lover.
After a long sigh, although her expression was still stern, but her tone was somewhat soft, the queen asked, "Fu Heng, have you ever asked, is Yingluo willing to marry you?"
"Even if her heart is a piece of ice, I will warm it with my heart." Fu Heng said seriously, "two days if one day is not enough, two years if one year is not enough, every year, every year, always One day, I will get her promise."
Between the lines, all kinds of tenderness.
Across a door, Er Qing stood motionless at the door, holding a pot of tea and a plate of hot cakes on a tray in her hand.
No one is perfect, everyone wants something.
Some people are looking for money, some are looking for sex, and some are looking for power. As the daughter of a powerful minister, Erqing entered the Changchun Palace. Naturally, she also wanted something in her heart. possessed by someone.
"When an embroidered girl entered Changchun, the queen favored you and promoted you." Er Qing murmured in her heart, "Now, even Lord Fucha is in love with you, why do all the good things in the world happen to you, and others drink soup. not on…”
Er Qing's mind was in chaos, but Wei Yingluo had already sorted her mind.
The palace gate opened, and the familiar footsteps crossed the palace gate and came behind her step by step.
"cough."
A slightly deliberate cough sounded behind her.
Wei Yingluo, as if she hadn't heard it, was still squatting beside the flower bushes, pruning the flower branches in front of her with golden scissors in her hands.
You ignore me and I ignore you.
"Yingluo." Fu Heng's voice sounded behind her, "Someone gave me a sachet yesterday."
The hand pruning the flower branch is slightly stunned.
"As soon as I saw it, I knew it wasn't you who did it." Fu Heng smiled, "You are one of the most outstanding embroidery girls in the embroidery workshop this year, how could you embroider orchids into leeks?"
With a click, an orchid fell from its branch.
Wei Yingluo looked at the orchid blankly, but she was not at all calm.
"Then have you accepted it?" - This sentence almost blurted out.
"The Tanabata Cowherd and Weaver Girl meet, this day is different, and the sachets are also different on this day." Fu Heng said softly, "It's for the sweetheart."
Suddenly bitterness in her mouth, ups and downs, anger and grievance, Wei Yingluo chewed hard, swallowed hard, and finally spit out only one sentence that didn't seem to care: "Young master is here to show off to me?"
"I came to Xing Shi to ask my guilt." Fu Heng's voice suddenly sank, "You didn't give me your sachet, but who did you give it to?"
Wei Yingluo was stunned for a moment, then turned around, only to see Fu Heng standing against the light, standing behind her with an expressionless face.
"I'm very angry." He suddenly stretched out his hand, "Where is my sachet?"
Wei Yingluo stared at him for a while, then suddenly turned her face away and spat, "What is your sachet, I didn't do it."
"When will we do it?" Fu Heng looked unrepentant.
Wei Yingluo was amused by these words. She put the golden scissors aside, clapped her hands, stood up, tilted her head and smiled at him: "You are a dignified young master, and you still lack a sachet from me?"
Unexpectedly, Fu Heng nodded solemnly and said to her, "No."
Wei Yingluo looked at him with a smile, and seeing that he never smiled, she gradually restrained her smile.
"Yingluo." Fu Heng suddenly held her hand, his strength was not heavy, his eyes were not as heavy, "I don't have a sachet to send you, just a word for you."
"Wh, what are you talking about?" Wei Yingluo regretted it after asking, and pulled her hand back with force, "I still have something in my hand. If you have something to say, talk about it next time..."
"Don't run away." Fu Heng grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her back in front of him, "I know your thoughts are very heavy, but I don't care."
Wei Yingluo lowered her head and thought to herself: How could she not care.
"Because no matter how much obsession, there will be a day to let go."
Who knows when that day will be, maybe it will be tomorrow, maybe next year, or maybe it will be impossible to let go...
"I will wait for you until then."
Wei Yingluo was stunned and looked up at the other party.
She hoped that she could find deception and hypocrisy in the eyes of the other party, but what hit her eyes was only sincerity.
"I'll be waiting for you..." Fu Heng looked at her, took out his heart completely and put it in front of her, word by word, like an oath, "Maybe it will be tomorrow, maybe next year, or maybe until I die. I will always watch over you until the day your heart opens to me."
Wei Yingluo felt her heart heat up.
She never knew that words had such great power. With just one sentence, he calmed the restlessness in her heart, swept away the haze in her heart, and made her want to cry for some reason...
"I..." Just when she was about to say something in response to him, a scream sounded, vaguely Er Qing's voice.
"Someone, come quickly!" Er Qing screamed, "The Empress has fainted!"
Wei Yingluo and Fu Heng looked at each other, their expressions changed in unison, and then they rushed towards the palace gate together.