As soon as Chen Shi heard it, he knew that Fu Tingzhou didn't know that at all. In other words, it's not that he doesn't understand men and women, but that he doesn't like Miss Hong San.
A woman who doesn't like it will naturally not take it to heart. And the person who really likes, no matter what they do, even if they see a leaf fall, they will think of each other.
Chen didn't believe it. If Wang Yanqing was here now, would Fu Tingzhou prepare for the arrangement of Shangyuan play
Mrs. Chen sighed in her heart. She really couldn't figure it out. She was just an orphaned girl with no father, no brother, no help, and she couldn't even get a dowry. Such a drag, how could it be worth Laohou Fu and Fu Tingzhou? Holding it like a treasure
The old man is old, he likes children, and he can understand how to treat his daughter Chen kindly, but what about Fu Tingzhou? He grew up in the capital, and he has seen many rich, noble and beautiful women, just a mere Wang Yanqing, where is he worthy of his special treatment
Chen shi's face pulled down, and it was obvious that he was unhappy. But when she thought about the Chinese New Year today, she held back, and smiled again and reminded: "There is no night ban on the New Year's Day. It is rare that everyone can go out. Many young men and women and newlyweds are watching the fun on the street."
After Chen shi finished speaking, he stared at Fu Tingzhou eagerly, just about to say clearly that Miss Hong San would also go. At this point, even the wood should understand, but Fu Tingzhou remained indifferent and said, "At the beginning of the month, my mother encountered an ambush, and it was only the case when she went out to incense. "
Miss Fu's maid was eagerly looking forward to it, and when they heard Fu Tingzhou's words, they were suddenly discouraged, knowing that they would not be able to go out this year. Chen Shi was a little annoyed, and there was urgency in her tone: "Are you afraid of an accident so you don't want to go out, or are you dissatisfied with the daughter-in-law I picked for you, and you can't get away on purpose?"
The four young ladies were startled when they heard it. The second girl, Fu Er, who was born directly, glanced at Fu Tingzhou's face, smiled and tugged at Chen's sleeve: "Mother, what are you talking about? The second brother just thinks it's dangerous, he is For our own good..."
The other maids and young ladies also had good things to say. No one comforted her, but once someone held Mrs. Chen, the fire in her heart rose again, and she became more and more unreasonable: "It would be great if he really had such filial piety. I'm afraid he doesn't say it, but he resents me in his heart. , that's why you fight against me everywhere."
"On a good day, don't say a few words." Mrs. Tai had not spoken before, but at this time she said in a deep voice, "Several girls have been locked up at home for a year, and it is easy to encounter a festival and let them go out. It’s good to be lively and lively. It’s fine if you don’t want to be troublesome, Mrs. Chen, take good care of your staff, and don’t let people bump into the girls.”
Mrs. Tai said this, what can this younger generation of Fu Tingzhou do? She can only say: "grandmother is talking about this, grandson is just worried that thieves will ambush again and hurt mother and sister. Why is he afraid of trouble? Grandma rest assured, grandson is here. I will definitely arrange for bodyguards to escort me personally, and I will never let anyone take advantage of it."
Fu Tingzhou was finally relieved, several girls present smiled, and even Chen's face relaxed. When Fu Chang's concubine heard it, he quickly begged Fu Chang. Fu Chang was coaxed into happiness by the beauties, waved his hand, and everyone went out together.
Fu Tingzhou looked at this scene coldly and felt extremely ironic. Chen was right, he was really impatient to deal with Miss Hong San, and he didn't want to accompany her to see any lights, so he refused, but the safety factor was indeed one of his concerns. He clearly refused, but his mother and sister ignored it and put pressure on him together with his grandmother.
They only have pleasure in their hearts, and they don't care at all about the pressure he has to bear. If it was her...
Fu Tingzhou just started and stopped quickly. He couldn't think about Wang Yanqing anymore, if he thought about it any longer, he would be out of breath.
After Wang Yanqing disappeared, he realized that she had become so important in his life. She had her breath everywhere. It was also after Wang Yanqing disappeared that Fu Tingzhou discovered how gentle, sensible and considerate Qingqing was when others compared her.
She is as quiet and tolerant as water, never quarreling or taking credit, never publicizing her existence, but taking care of all aspects for him. He doesn't need to say a lot of things, Qingqing will naturally understand, and many ideas Fu Tingzhou just took offense, Qingqing will understand, and then he will follow Fu Tingzhou's mind.
Fu Tingzhou and Wang Yanqing have been together for a long time, and naturally they feel that women in the world are like this, nothing special. He is like a fish living in water, wasting his resources wantonly, and after he was spoiled, the pool water suddenly dried up. He was thrown on the shore naked, increasingly unable to breathe.
They were chatting and talking here, and the maids in the dining room had already set up the New Year's Eve table. A maid dressed in pale yellow armor came in and saluted, "Mrs. Mrs. Marquis, the table is ready."
Everyone got up one after another, and Mrs. Tai stood up tremblingly from the Luohan bed. The maids and girls hurried forward and helped Mrs. Tai to go to the dining room. The other female relatives followed behind, laughing and laughing, and the flowers trembled.
Fu Tingzhou was at the end, watching this scene in a trance.
Compared with the Marquis of Zhenyuan and Marquis of Wuding and Marquis of Yongping, which have been passed down from the founding of the country to the present day, of course, I dare not say that the number of people is prosperous, but the number of Fu family is not small after living in the capital for more than 20 years. During the festivals in previous years, the uncles and uncles of the Fu family would come to pay New Year's greetings to Mr. Fu, and the uncles, aunts, sisters, and sisters would be reunited, and they couldn't remember who was who. Fu Tingzhou disliked people's quarrels and stayed alone with Wang Yanqing. Anyway, Mr. Fu spoiled him. No one dared to say that he didn't attend. He only showed up at the banquet, but Wang Yanqing was always by his side.
Those people were talking with Mrs. Tai and Mrs. Chen, and Fu Tingzhou took Wang Yanqing to find a cubicle alone for recreation. The Fu brothers and sisters wanted to come over and get close to Fu Tingzhou. Fu Tingzhou said a few words when he was in a good mood. If he was in a bad mood, he took Wang Yanqing and left. He took it for granted that Wang Yanqing was different from others, she belonged to him. No matter where he goes, as long as he looks back, she will always be there.
But now, when Fu Tingzhou turned around, there was no trace of Wang Yanqing by his side. She was like a dream he had at dawn, when the sun shone on her, she disappeared with the fog.
He was the only one who couldn't let go and never forget.
A maid next to Chen's found that Hou Ye was not following, so he came back and asked, and carefully compensated Fu Tingzhou. She peeked at Fu Tingzhou while talking. She was the maid who delivered soup to Wang Yanqing a month ago. Now that Wang Yanqing is gone, she can finally talk to Hou Ye, and she couldn't help but secretly delighted. However, Fu Tingzhou's performance was very different from what she had imagined. Lord Hou didn't look at her at all, let alone pay attention to her proud figure. He kept his face calm, didn't know what he was thinking, and strode away without saying a word.
The maid was greatly disappointed, she looked down at her carefully matched clothes, stamped her feet angrily, and quickly caught up.
There were already many people looking for him in the dining room. When Fu Tingzhou entered the door, the others breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly greeted Fu Tingzhou to sit down. The New Year's Eve dinner was divided into several seats. Fu Tingzhou, Mrs. Tai and others sat in the main seat, and the rest of the young master, girl and aunt had their own seats. Fu Tingzhou subconsciously wanted to go to the side, and people on both sides let him sit in the main seat. Only then did Fu Tingzhou realize that his grandfather was dead and he was the current head of the Fu family.
Fu Tingzhou was sitting in the place of his former grandfather. After he sat down, he instinctively turned his head, as if he saw a woman with an ice soul and snow soul sitting down with him, next to him. She wears a red skirt with a white armor with fluffy fluff along the edges. The color is clean and spotless.
Her figure overlapped with a certain back in the daytime, and Fu Tingzhou was waiting to take a closer look when someone else's voice came from the side: "Move that pot of flowers away, don't you see that it is in the way of Lord Hou? Lord Hou, are you still What are you dissatisfied with?"
Fu Tingzhou blinked, the woman disappeared, there was no one around him, only some maids hurried over and removed the potted plants on his side. Fu Tingzhou retracted his gaze, looked at the table in front of him, and had no appetite.
It was only after everyone came to the table that they found that they were missing a pair of chopsticks. Mrs. Chen was angry and raised her voice to instruct the maid to get the bowls and chopsticks. Fu Tingzhou finally couldn't bear it anymore, and asked, "Why didn't you leave it to Qingqing?"
As soon as these words came out, the noisy lobby fell silent, and the gentle, charming, lively, and quiet women all stopped talking, and after a while, someone said in a rounded manner: "Today's happy day, Miss Wang is not here, stay here. Chopsticks are probably inappropriate."
"What's wrong?" Fu Tingzhou was expressionless, looking at the speaker like a cold blade, "Isn't she from the Fu family?"
Fu Tingzhou was brought up by Fu Yue himself, and now he is twenty years old. He was an existence that everyone admired and feared in Zhenyuan Hou's mansion, and no one dared to pick him up when he looked at him.
As soon as Fu Tingzhou came back, the atmosphere in Hou's mansion automatically became lively. Now he has a cold face, and everyone in the hall dare not breathe. Chen Shi couldn't hold his face, and said, "Master Hou, she may have died when she fell from such a high place. There are elderly people at home. You put a pair of empty tableware on the table. Ominous!"
Chen shi said the word "death" lightly, and didn't think that falling off a cliff to death was a big deal. But Fu Tingzhou couldn't hear it, his eardrum was stabbed hard by a needle, he was in a bad mood, and his face naturally brought it out: "She fell down because she was blocking an arrow for me, my mother thought it was unlucky, did she think that day should be damned? man, is it me?"
When Chen shi heard this, his face also sank, and he threw down his chopsticks with a slam: "It's a big New Year, what do you mean to die? Bah, bah, bad luck."
Fu Tingzhou didn't pay attention to Chen's treatment of such a clear distinction, but only today did he really feel heartbroken. His eyes swept across the table, and everyone avoided their eyes. The tea drinker drank tea, bowed his head, and his face was embarrassed, but not sad.
No one thought that Wang Yanqing's absence was a big deal. Now in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, the dripping water turns into ice, and her whereabouts are unknown, but they are happily enjoying the New Year's Eve dinner here.
Many things that were ignored by Fu Tingzhou in the past now come to mind one after another. Chen's dissatisfaction, Mrs. Tai's connivance, the gossips of the Fu family's sisters in private... In the huge Hou residence, except for Mr. Fu and him, no one treats Wang Yanqing well. How has she survived all these years
No, not even he treated her well.
Fu Tingzhou couldn't sit down any longer, he stood up forcefully, and the chair slid across the ground, making a harsh sound. Fu Tingzhou's face was as cold as iron, and he said indifferently: "I suddenly remembered that there is still something to do in the court. Let's take a step first, and grandmother, father, and mother take it slow."
After he finished speaking, without waiting for everyone to react, he strode out. The maid at the door wanted to stop her, but before she spoke, Fu Tingzhou glanced at her and suddenly silenced.
The door curtain was lifted, and the cold wind swept in, instantly blowing away the smoky warmth in the house. Someone finally reacted, and hurriedly saluted Mrs. Tai, Fu Chang, and Mrs. Chen, and chased out with Fu Tingzhou's cloak.
Fu Tingzhou left the table, and the lively room suddenly fell silent. Mrs. Chen threw the tableware and chopsticks on the table, her face ashen. In the end, Mrs. Tai tapped on the crutches and said, "Since Mr. Hou has something to do, let's have dinner first. Mrs. Chen, call the children to dinner."
When Mrs. Tai spoke, Mrs. Chen reluctantly restrained her face and ordered the table to be opened. Even if the maid tried to tell jokes in the back, the atmosphere in the room couldn't heat up.
The New Year's Eve dinner, which symbolized reunion, ended in embarrassment and weirdness. After the meal, the maids helped Mrs. Tai to go to the Nuan Pavilion to rest. Miss Fu Er snuggled up beside Chen's and asked in a low voice, "Mother, is the second brother still thinking about that one?"
Chen Shi had long been angry, and he sneered coldly when he heard the words, and pointed to Sang and scolded Huai: "Looking like this, the poison is deep. I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup that person poured into him, not an orphan, but he is Keep looking for it like she lost her soul. It would be fine if she fell to her death, but if she is lucky enough to not die and falls into the hands of an outsider for a month, wouldn’t she sully the lintel of our Zhenyuan Hou Mansion?”
When Mrs. Chen mentioned Wang Yanqing, she was embarrassed. Miss Fu didn't dare to answer. She rubbed her clothes belt and suddenly approached and asked, "Mother, is that person Lu..."
"Shh!" Mrs. Chen hurriedly scolded her daughter, looked up and looked around, and then she knocked on the head of Second Lady Fu with lingering fear, "You dare to mention that name?"
Fu Er girl gave her a firm bite. She didn't dare to rub it, but endured the pain and said, "Mother, I was wrong. I'm not curious. Since it's really him, why is the second brother going to pay New Year's greetings today?"
In fact, Mrs. Chen didn't understand either. Her only knowledge of the court came from Mrs. Yongping Hou. Marquis Yongping is the younger sister of Marquis Wuding, her knowledge is stronger than Chen's, but her strength is very limited. Thinking of what he had seen and heard after coming to the capital, Chen sighed with emotion: "They can't tell what happened in the courtroom. Today you and I are enemies, tomorrow we will become friends, there is no certainty."
Chen didn't understand the specific political game, but the truth was the same. Fu Er girl seemed to understand, but she wasn't interested in these things. What she thought in her mind was that the parents of the back house were short-sighted.
Second Miss Fu asked quietly: "Second brother is thinking about that one. What should I do when the third young lady of Yongping Hou's Mansion enters the door?"
"What can I do, which master doesn't accept a concubine?" Mrs. Chen didn't care about this and said, "There are still a lot of concubines and daughters in the backyard of the Marquis of Yongping. Before our marquis's marriage, there were no concubines and no concubines. Children, it is already a matter of self-cleaning. The Hou Ye is not accepting people now to save the Hong family. After the bride has passed the door, do you still want to keep stopping him so that no more people will be added to the Hou Ye's room?"
Saying that, Mrs. Chen glanced at Miss Fu Er, pinched her ear, and said, "You've reached the age of proposing a marriage, so I'm not avoiding you. You have to study hard, you know?"
Miss Fu hurriedly avoided Chen's hand and responded again and again. She rubbed her earlobe in pain, but thought to herself, why did the second brother refuse to accept the people in the house to save face for the Hong family, it was clearly because of Wang Yanqing.
In the past, the second brother took Wang Yanqing with him wherever he went, but her own younger sister couldn't even get in if she wanted to. Fu Tingzhou and Wang Yanqing are the people whom Old Marquis Fu values most, and their status in the mansion surpasses that of Fu Chang and Chen's. Moreover, these two do everything together and never play with outsiders. These brothers and sisters were both envious and jealous. No one dared to provoke Fu Tingzhou, so in the end, envy was left to Fu Tingzhou, and all the dark arrows of jealousy were shot at Wang Yanqing.
Miss Fu also said a lot of bad things about Wang Yanqing in private. How can a woman who has nothing to do with the Fu family live better than these serious young ladies? But in the dead of night, Miss Fu has envied Wang Yanqing and Fu Tingzhou's relationship countless times. They are so good. When they get married in the future, Wang Yanqing's life will be comfortable and smooth, right
Even the second girl Fu felt that Fu Tingzhou and Wang Yanqing were a couple deep down. Who knew that Wang Yanqing had actually disappeared from the cliff
Miss Fu Er was surprised, Mrs. Chen was overjoyed, Mrs. Tai pretended to be deaf and dumb, and the Marquis of Yongping was happy to see it happen. Everyone felt that this matter was solved perfectly, but Fu Tingzhou's performance exceeded all of them' expectations.
Fu Tingzhou cares more about Wang Yanqing than they thought. This month, Miss Fu saw in her eyes that the second brother, who had always been secretive and introverted, was looking for someone like crazy, and even ran to confront Lu Heng. Dare to question Lu Heng, even Marquis Wu Ding felt crazy.
Today, just because his mother said something bad about Wang Yanqing, Fu Tingzhou put down his chopsticks and left in public. This is a New Year's Eve dinner. Fu Tingzhou said so, what place will Hong Wanqing get started in the future
Fu Tingzhou's mother said that even Wang Yanqing could not do it, and Hong Wanqing's confrontation with that one, wouldn't it be a complete defeat
Fu Er girl was infinitely sighed in her heart. A man who cares or does not care can't deceive anyone at all. Miss Fu was inexplicably hurt by something, and asked, "Mother, do you think Wang Yanqing is still alive?"
Chen pursed her lips and didn't speak, which was what she had always wanted to know. Chen shi couldn't say why, but he always felt that Wang Yanqing was not dead and was not far away. Chen Shi had an indescribable sense of ominousness, and sighed after a while: "If she just died like that, the dead will always be a dead person for a lifetime, and Miss Hong San doesn't have to fight for a tablet. The fear is that she will come back later. ."
The cold wind is cold, the mountains and rivers are silent, and the majestic and solemn city of Beijing is shrouded in the night, some people are happy, some people are sad. However, no matter the joys or sorrows, the pace of time will always move forward step by step, and soon, the new year is approaching.
Fu Tingzhou stood in Wang Yanqing's room, his fingers lingering over her things. No one has lived in it for a month, and the place is still clean and tidy, as if the owner has never left, Fu Tingzhou always suspects that she will push the door in the next moment and call him "Second Brother" with a smile. However, he waited all night, and the sound he was looking forward to never sounded.
Governor Fu Ting sighed. Everything here is full of their memories, and he can easily sketch the picture, how Qingqing read here, how to sit in front of the couch to bandage him, how to scold him for being playful, and then sit at the table in a blink of an eye , imitating his handwriting and copying books for him.
He remembered the long time they had growing up. The old man raised his children like a soldier. The youth of Fu Tingzhou are not beautiful, and many memories are related to being beaten. However, because of her, those days when they practiced martial arts in the cold wind in the morning, and were thrown into the deep mountains and forests for training in rainy nights. All become lively and interesting.
He pushed open the window, stood in front of the window, and watched the night for a long time.
Qingqing, why are you leaving
After he asked, he felt amused. In fact, he knew the answer, he just misestimated Qingqing's feelings for him.
If he knew in advance that the price of gaining political power was to lose Qingqing, he would not have done it at all. However, Qingqing did not give him a second chance to answer.
Fu Tingzhou stared at the night sky with extreme eyes. Tonight, the moon and stars are dark and dark. Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, the rapid and loud sound of firecrackers sounded, and then countless fireworks rose into the sky, vying to bloom in the sky.
The time has come, but the first person who blessed him this year is not there.
Fu Tingzhou looked at the fire trees and silver flowers all over the sky indifferently. Those rays of light were very beautiful, but after this moment of burning, they would fall into eternal silence. Fu Tingzhou stared at the long, ugly smoke marks and thought, where is she now
Will she be in her hometown, or some unknown town? Perhaps, at this moment, she is also looking up at the sky, watching the same piece of cosmic dust as him.
At this time, in the Lu Mansion, Wang Yanqing was wrapped in a ball of hair and was finally allowed to go out. She stopped under the eaves and felt uncomfortable when her neck was tied. She just tugged at the collar when a voice came from beside her: "No solution."
Wang Yanqing sighed: "I know. I just want to say to my second brother, Happy New Year."
It just so happened that a string of fireworks flew into the air at this time, and the crackling sound overwhelmed everything. Lu Heng didn't hear it. He leaned over to Wang Yanqing's side and asked, "What?"
Wang Yanqing got closer, and whispered in Lu Heng's ear, "Second brother, I wish you a happy and healthy future every year."
Lu Heng smiled, lowered his eyes, and looked at Wang Yanqing deeply: "Okay. This is what Qingqing said, the age is this night."
The author says:
Fu Tingzhou: The moon shines roundly in Kyushu, and some families are happy and some are sad. Several couples are in the same tent, and several are scattered in other states.
Lu Heng: Thank you, the joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same. My family is happy and your family is sad.