The news that the queen was able to walk came back to Fucha's house, and there was joy up and down. The old lady even disregarded her illness and insisted on going to the temple to repay her vows. Before leaving, she asked Fu Heng to return to the palace to visit.
After getting a real job, Fu Heng has rarely run to the harem, one is because he is busy, and the other is to avoid, not only to avoid suspicion, but also to avoid her...
Now that it was unavoidable, Fu Heng had to enter the palace. After wandering with his feet outside the Changchun Palace for a long time, he finally gathered up his courage and stepped in.
"See Empress." He saluted the queen, but the corner of his eyes slid aside involuntarily and onto Wei Yingluo.
Wei Yingluo waited beside the queen, her head lowered, not saying a word, let alone looking at him.
"Yingluo, you go down." The queen said.
Fu Heng looked at Wei Yingluo's leaving back, and a sigh suddenly sounded in his ear: "Yingluo has already put down the past, and you should put it down too. Is your heart better than a woman?"
The figure of bowing and bowing in the snow that day came to mind again, Fu Heng clenched his fist, and finally said hoarsely: "Sister, don't worry, I will treat Er Qing very well, and I will not let her be wronged."
What he didn't say was that since he came back from the palace Miansheng that day, he has been living in the study, and even if he had to sleep with Er Qing, he had a different dream and never touched her.
"Sorry, I still can't forget her now." Fu Heng said apologetically in his heart, "All Fu Heng can do now is to compensate you in other ways..."
Food, clothing, housing and transportation should be extravagant. No matter what Er Qing wants, Fu Heng will not refuse.
What kind of eyesight is the queen, how can she still not see what he is thinking? It's just that it's hard for a clean official to cut off housework. Although she feels a little bit resentful that Erqing took advantage of others' danger, it wasn't Fu Heng who made the final decision
The decisions you make will bear the consequences yourself.
"If you can say that, it's best to do the same." The Queen could only sigh, "Yingluo is already in the past. Er Qing... is the one who will accompany you all your life in the future."
Fu Heng let out a dull hum.
"Besides, Erqing's character doesn't count as humiliating you..." In order to solve him, the queen began to ramble with him. Between the lines, she was saying good things for Erqing, her beauty, her talent, her steadiness, She would be a good wife...
Fu Heng knew her good intentions, and patiently listened to the end, until the queen was a little tired, and then said goodbye and left.
Returning to Fucha Mansion with a heavy heart, as soon as he entered the yard, he saw the housekeeper hurriedly running: "Master, you are back!"
Fu Heng sighed: "What happened?"
In the eyes of the Queen, Er Qing was a beautiful, talented, and steady girl—at least that was the case with Er Qing in the past.
But in fact
Waiting for too long made Er Qing's temper more and more strange, arguing has become commonplace, and recently she has started to take action, either punishing this servant or beating and scolding that servant.
"Master, go to the study and take a look." The housekeeper said with lingering fears, "Qinglian is about to die!"
Fu Heng was stunned when he heard the words, and then quickly walked towards the study.
As soon as the person walked to the door of the study, he heard a shrill scream from inside, and then stopped abruptly.
"Ma'am, fainted."
Er Qing's voice sounded coldly: "Wake her up."
After the sound of water, "Madam, are you still wringing?"
Er Qing: "Twist, keep twisting! It's not enough to twist this hair, I have to ruin this charming face, let's see what she will use to seduce Fu Heng in the future!"
Fu Heng took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and said, "Stop!"
The study that used to be full of incense, has now become a terrible execution ground.
Fu Heng recognized her, but he didn't recognize her.
I remember a maid named Qinglian. She was quick and taciturn. She was only sent to serve him last month, and the two of them hadn't even had time to say a word.
Fu Heng couldn't even remember her appearance. The most impressive thing was that she had hair like a cloud. At first glance, a line of poems appeared in his heart: Lan Gao Xin Mu Yun has slippery temples, and Bao Chai has slanted blue silk hair.
Now, that full head of hair has been cut to pieces, like a bird's nest that has been maliciously disturbed.
A strand of broken hair fell to the ground, like a cut-off dark cloud, like a falling crow feather. Er Qing stepped on the pile of broken hair, holding a golden scissors in her hand, and slowly gestured towards her face.
"Stop!" Fu Heng was startled and hurriedly shouted at her.
Er Qing glanced back at him, smiled suddenly, and poked the scissors at the maid's face without hesitation. A long scar slashed across the maid's cheek from left to right, she screamed, then lowered her head and fainted again. past.
"This piece of blue silk is soft and pleasant, it's a pity to land on the ground." Er Qing pinched the opponent's chin, deliberately showed her bloody face to Fu Heng, and said with a smile, "I think it's better to sew all these hairs in This wound! It made her face with blue silk, looks like a ghost, and no longer has the face... How are you doing? Husband."
Fu Heng was a person who had been on the battlefield and killed people. He thought he was not afraid of killing people or the dead, but at this moment, looking at the smiling woman in front of him, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.
"Come on... Take Qinglian down and find a doctor to see her injuries." Fu Heng ordered, closing his eyes.
The housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward to help Qing Lian up. Seeing this, Er Qing pointed at him with the golden scissors in her hand, and her eyes turned cold: "Did I allow her to leave?"
Fu Heng couldn't bear it any longer, he took a few steps up, snatched the scissors from her hand, threw them on the ground, and commanded in a deep voice, "Go down!"
When the crowd retreated, he looked at Er Qing with a painful look: "Er Qing, do you want to continue making trouble?"
"Am I making trouble?" Er Qing smiled, "Fucha Fu Heng, you have been staying in the study for the past year and never stepped into my room. So it was all for her?"
Fu Heng frowned: "What did you say?"
"I came in today and saw her make the bed and quilt for you with my own eyes! Fucha Fu Heng, we have only been married for a year, yet you have insulted me so far!" The more Er Qing said, the more excited she became, and finally rushed over to fight him.
Fu Heng didn't fight back, he just stopped it with his arm, but a hairpin fell off his sleeve, fell to the ground, and broke in two.
Glancing at the hairpin, Er Qing was even more annoyed: "You still said that you have no affair with her, this is the proof!"
"...This hairpin, I was going to give it to you." Fu Heng turned around, his voice full of exhaustion, "But now it seems that there is no need for it."
He turned around and walked out the door. The world was huge, but suddenly he didn't know where to go or who to see. He hesitated for a moment on the road, then turned to the lower house to see Qinglian, who was suffering innocently.
The doctor has been invited and is dealing with her injuries. Looking at her face wrapped in white cloth, Fu Heng's eyes flashed with guilt. The face of her daughter's family often means her happiness in the rest of her life. Er Qing made her. Let him pay for her sins. If this girl can't marry in the future, he is willing to support her for the rest of her life...
"...Master." A soft female voice suddenly sounded.
This voice was very similar to Wei Yingluo, which made Fu Heng in a trance for a long time before he came back to his senses: "What's the matter?"
Qinglian was lying on the couch, and suddenly she took out something from her arms and handed it to him tremblingly.
A sachet that looks a little old in color.
On the day of Qixi Festival, the thing of love... In the end, it became the testimony of the two's farewell.
Fu Heng was stunned: "...Why are you here?"
"When the servant was helping the young master to make the bed, he accidentally picked up this sachet. The young lady must have misunderstood, so she was furious." Qinglian paused and said, "The servant saw that the young master was careful to hide it under the pillow, I must cherish it very much... Then I would arbitrarily propose to hide it, lest it be lost by the young lady... "
Fu Heng looked at her hands... Er Qing not only twisted her hair, but also pulled out her fingernails. The ten bare fingers were swollen like radishes, and they had begun to turn blue and purple. Spilled blood.
"... Doctor." Fu Heng reached out and took the sachet, and then ordered, "Don't do half of the work, and bandage her fingers. If there are other injuries on her body, they will also be bandaged."
"Thank you, Master Xie..." Qing Lian insisted and thanked her without complaining.
Her voice is really like Yingluo...
Fu Heng glanced at her again and turned to leave. On the way, he instructed the housekeeper: "When Qinglian recovers, let her continue cleaning the study. As for the young lady, she is forbidden to enter the study again!"
"Yes!"
Er Qing was banned from entering the study, but she could not be banned from entering other places.
Like a bedroom for two.
It has been almost a year since Er Qing was married, but there was no movement in her stomach. Mrs. Fucha wanted to hug her grandson earlier, so she always forced Fu Heng to go to sleep in the room.
The blood in the study hadn't been rinsed off, so Fu Heng couldn't live in it for the time being. Fu Heng had to go back to his room, but he really didn't want to see Er Qing's face, so he blew out the light early and lay on his side on the bed.
He sighed behind him, and in the darkness, Er Qing's apologetic voice sounded: "Fu Heng, I know I'm wrong."
Fu Heng was silent.
"You and I are newly married couples. You are busy with official business all day, and you ignore my feelings flawlessly. It is inevitable that I will be angry for a while, so I will take a maid to vent my anger." At first, Er Qing just lay side by side with him on the bed. Bit by bit, he approached him, and finally stretched out his arms and said coquettishly, "Okay, okay, if you really like her, it's a big deal to close the house in the future, but after all, she came from a lowly background and can't stand on the stage..."
Fu Heng couldn't take it anymore, he sat up and said coldly, "You still don't understand?"
Er Qing said aggrieved: "I've already apologized, why are you still aggressive?"
Fu Heng: "Just because of a misunderstanding, you twisted her hair, pulled out her nails, and burned people! She is also a person. In your eyes, is human life so worthless?"
Er Qing took it for granted: "Who would treat a maid as a human being!"
Fu Heng couldn't believe it: "The Xitaralqing I saw in Changchun Palace was gentle and virtuous, dignified and amiable, but now? You are busy socializing and entertaining all day long, and you will communicate with people and news in Fucha Palace. To protect you, and to humiliate the maid in every possible way, do you really want to live a good life?"
Er Qing was annoyed: "Fucha Fu Heng, that's my grandfather, not an outsider at all! Above the officialdom, it is necessary to hold a group together, don't you need his support?"
Fu Heng: "I don't need it! The emperor hates other people to form gangs. How many times have I warned you, why don't you change it?"
Er Qing was furious: "It's righteous and dignified, it's clear that you're thinking about Wei Yingluo, that's why you provoke everywhere and don't like me!"
Fu Heng was touched and sad, but resolutely said: "Yes, I haven't forgotten her! But I have been working hard, I am trying to be nice to you, and trying to give you everything you want! But now, as soon as I see you , just think of those bloody hands!"
Er Qing: "Fu Heng, Wei Yingluo is more vicious than me!"
Fu Heng was extremely angry: "Wei Yingluo has clear love and hate, but she never hurts innocent people! What about you? A momentary jealousy can ruin a person's life!"
Er Qing sneered: "What if you don't forget your love, I am your wife and the person you should love!"
It should be so.
This is also what Fu Heng promised to the Queen. He tried very hard to do it, otherwise he would not have been able to do everything smoothly in the past year, and he would not have bought a golden hairpin to send her back.
It's a pity that after the golden hairpin was broken in two, he finally opened his heart and closed it again. Fu Heng suddenly sat up, picked up a piece of clothes and draped it over his body, then rolled over and got out of bed, looking towards him without any reluctance. Go outside the door.
"Wait!" Er Qing suddenly panicked, "Where are you going?"
"Xita Laerqing." Fu Heng called her by name and surname, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, without turning his head, "In my heart, you will never be as good as Wei Yingluo! Your cruelty and viciousness make me even more so. Disgusting!"