I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Su Yao hesitated while holding the small booklet.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and the lights inside the window were quiet, and there was clearly no one there, so Su Yao still couldn't help but look around for a week.

surreptitiously.

How to put it, watching this kind of thing makes me nervous.

Su Yao lay on the couch and looked around the room several times before she felt relieved.

He picked up one of the books and turned a page quietly. Before he could take a look at it, a tall figure suddenly appeared outside the window, followed by a knock on the door: "Boss Su, are you asleep?"

Su Yao shook her hand, closed it hastily, got up and stuffed it under the mattress: "I haven't slept yet, what's wrong with Mr. Fu?"

"I'll bring you some supper."

Su Yaofang sat up, and Fu Ling had already opened the door to come in.

As soon as Su Yao stood up, the book under the mattress suddenly loosened, spread out with a clatter, and fell to the ground.

Su Yao was startled, picked it up in a hurry, and was stuffing it back indiscriminately, when she turned her head, she saw Fu Ling standing outside the Nuan Pavilion, holding a mahogany lacquer tray.

On the curtain of the organdy gauze, silver threads are used to trace the glowing peach blossoms all over, the shadows are faint and hazy.

With such a floor, Mr. Fu should not have seen it.

Su Yao felt guilty, so he forcibly suppressed it, softened his tone, and opened the curtain: "Mr. Fu, what kind of delicious food is this as a gift?"

Fu Ling didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows lightly.

Su Yao's heart beat immediately.

He was looking for an excuse in a panic, but Fu Ling didn't mention it.

He just paused, then went straight in, and sat at the small table: "It's roast quail. I sent some small quail from Zhuangzi in the afternoon, and two of them died unexpectedly. Manager Meng said, I'm afraid they will be eaten tomorrow." It's not fresh anymore, it was baked out at night."

Fu Ling smiled: "I thought, Boss Su probably doesn't eat it often, he just wants to try something new."

On the wooden tray was a small grilled quail that was disassembled. It was small, but it was quite fat, the meat was tender, the skin was browned and oily, and the aroma was attractive.

There are two small bowls next to it, with a clear and delicate soup base, fresh green coriander floating in the air, only quail eggs and thin slices of meat floating in the soup.

Su Yao took a look: "Mutton soup?"

"The kitchen said that it was going to be eaten tomorrow morning. I was very hungry, so I wanted two bowls."

Fu Ling just passed the chopsticks to Su Yao, "If you don't eat today, you have to wait until tomorrow."

Fu Ling smiled, as if he didn't notice those books.

Su Yao silently breathed a sigh of relief, sat down and picked up quail meat with chopsticks, slightly startled: "It's so fresh."

Fu Ling pinched him a leg: "Guan Meng also said the same, I'm afraid it won't be so fresh if we do it tomorrow."

Su Yao gnawed the small quail legs clean, the calf skin was crispy and the meat was rotten, the mouth was smooth, and the teeth were full of fragrance. Su Yao even sucked the crispy bones, which made Fu Ling amused: "I knew you If you like to eat, I should bring you here earlier."

Su Yao was slightly embarrassed, and lowered her head to drink a small spoonful of soup.

I don't like to eat. It's been a long time since I had a barbecue at night.

He is only in better health this year, and Qi Bo looked at him again, he was never allowed to eat and drink, and at home, he would cook noodles for supper at most, and he didn't have the time to clean up these things.

There are good things in Mr. Fu's other courtyard.

The cook is also very good.

Su Yao drank up the milky white and delicious mutton soup, and smiled with Fu Ling: "I'll have barbecue another day, and let the kitchen come to me. I can cook seasonal vegetables and fresh meat. Let's have a good time."

The candle was full of flames, and Su Yao's clear eyes were filled with joyful smiles, which made Fu Ling's heart flutter.

The raindrops jingled and fell on the corner porch, and Fu Gezi's imagination wandered for a moment.

Whether it's good food or living in this other courtyard, seeing that Su Yao likes it very much, why don't you move here for a month after you get married?

Fu Gezi's mind drifted eight hundred miles away, enjoying himself all night, and Pei Yi scolded him bloody the next day.

The reason is that Su Yao got angry last night.

Pei Yi was so angry that she scolded Fu Ling from head to toe, all the servants in the nearby yard heard her.

"It's hair and oily water, and you eat them together, and pick a time in the middle of the night? Do you have any good things in your house? I just gave you a day, and I ate people like this. I explained the day before yesterday Your words are all in vain, I see you..."

Pei Yi was so angry that she wanted to slap the table and scold Fu Ling.

Su Yao was lying on the couch, feeling very aggrieved by hearing it, and only said, "Doctor Pei, I want to eat, not..."

Pei Yi took a sip of tea angrily, and only looked at Fu Ling, "I don't know the place where I'm born, would I look for food in your yard? It must be you who coaxed people to eat."

Glancing at Su Yao again: "You don't have to say good things to protect him, I won't lose a piece of meat if I scold him a few words."

Pei Yi's tone was like training a young couple.

Su Yao was silent for a moment, his face became hot instantly.

After hearing Pei Yi's nagging, Fu Ling smiled helplessly: "Are you getting angry all the time? Why don't you go out and scold me again, and don't disturb Boss Su's rest."

Pei Yi raised her hand and drank a cup of tea, and only told Su Yao: "I just finished the acupuncture, you sleep for a while, or you will be tired at night."

Su Yao responded, and Fu Ling pulled Pei Yi out, and said in a low voice, "When will you cure him?"

Pei Yi was taken aback, and gave him an indignant look: "It's better for Fu Xiang to go to heaven to invite the gods as soon as possible."

Fu Ling had no choice but to say: "Is it okay if I'm wrong? You didn't say he couldn't eat last time."

Pei Yi was annoyed again: "Eat in moderation, do you know what is moderation?"

Fu Xiang, who likes to feed people, doesn't know much about it.

Fu Xiang was silent for a while, and thought for a while: "Then if you cure him earlier, won't you be able to eat whatever you want?"

Pei Yi glared at him: "I cured people only for you to spoil them in the future?"

Pei Yi misunderstood him.

Why do you always feel like I want to spoil people?

Fu Gezi was aggrieved: "Then tell me again, I will listen to you."

Pei Yi explained again and again, explaining everything in detail, but finally let go: "I have a good thing to tell you, he can drink now, as long as it's not cold, it doesn't matter."

Fu Ling lost his temper after being taught by him: "Then I don't dare, lest you keep scolding me."

Pei Yi ignored him, packed up the medicine box and left.

The rain was still dripping outside, the beauty fell asleep again, Fu Xiangbai was bored, hugged the cinnamon and kneaded it for a while, and only called Uncle Wu: "Where is Nansong? I'll go see him."

"Come with me, son."

Uncle Wu respectfully led the way until he walked to a remote courtyard, opened the door, and there was a person locked on the couch, it was the young lady in green who was clinging to Su Yao on the boat that day.

The skylight came through the window, making his complexion pale. Although his whole body was extremely weak, there was still a charming look in the corners of his eyes and brows.

It's not a casual flirt, but a seductive look that can't be washed away after being in the wind and dust for a long time.

It's just that no matter how the expression changes, the face is still that face.Fu Ling saw him on the boat and recognized him immediately.

Uncle Wu lit a candle, and Fu Ling sat down beside the desk: "Nan Song?"

The man opened his mouth, cleared his throat vigorously, and then raised the corners of his mouth: "I have seen Mr. Fu."

Fu Ling smiled faintly: "Farewell to Beijing, long time no see."

Nan Song didn't seem to have any intention of reminiscing about the past, even if he had been trained well before, a living person would go crazy after being starved for many days.

He just cut straight to the point: "I was the one who moved Fu Xiang on the boat that day. I had no eyes. If Fu Xiang wanted to kill him, just come here. I have been away from the Prince's Mansion for many years. I'm afraid I can't answer what you want to know."

Hearing this, Fu Ling only raised his lower eyelids: "After two days of starvation, it's easy to talk."

Nan Song froze, and showed a wry smile: "I am no longer a secret guard, and I hid in the fireworks and willow alley just to save my life. Fu Xiang should have known earlier that I am a soft bone."

"it is good."

Fu Ling nodded, "I'll make a long story short. The first thing, after you left the former prince's mansion, did you tell anything about the former prince?"

Nan Song was silent for a while, then lowered his head: "Now, Prime Minister Fu, isn't he even willing to call a prince?"

Fu Ling looked at him, but softened his tone: "The current crown prince is someone else. After all, it is a foregone conclusion."

Nan Song sneered: "Sure enough..."

He raised his eyes, but a large tear rolled down his eyes: "You don't need to ask, Mr. Fu. Even if I die, I won't hurt my sweetheart. Although I was kicked out of the house because of this, I never hated him. He is The state reserve is the future emperor, it was my wishful thinking, I was not enough to accompany him since I was a child, I was also greedy, I wanted to accompany him for the rest of my life..."

Fu Ling couldn't help but feel discouraged: "It seems that what happened back then can't be found out after all."

Years after the incident happened, several aristocratic families investigated secretly, but they still haven't figured out the truth until now.

Nansong raised his hand to wipe his face, and rattled the chain again: "It's only natural for Xiang Fu to be suspicious of me. Not long after I was kicked out of the mansion, the crown prince... If I had known this, I would never have died in the mansion. come out."

Nan Song used to be the secret guard of the former prince, and was convicted for charming the Lord.The dark guard is an existence that can't see the light, let alone such thoughts.

The former prince was soft-hearted and only drove him out of the mansion.

Unexpectedly, Jin Shang seized the throne on the back foot, and Nan Song's whereabouts have been unknown since then.

The most romantic place is full of fish and dragons, he probably gave up on himself and did such a thing in a moment of injury.

Fu Ling glanced at him, but Nan Song was still whispering: "... I was the one who surpassed, the prince is kind to everyone, and he didn't mean anything to me. But he doesn't see me, but he thinks about that bitch surnamed Zhu all day! I heard that she was in trouble before, so it can be seen that the wicked have their own rewards, such a slut who is greedy for vanity..."

Fu Ling paused: "There is no real evidence for whether the Zhu family betrayed the former crown prince."

Nan Song stopped, but still cursed: "Even if he didn't, how much love does the prince have for her? How can she let her down and turn around and marry someone else? She knows the prince's affairs, but she is no less than me..."

The grievances and grievances of the past are really indistinguishable.

Fu Ling let him cry for a while, calmed down a bit, and then brought up the second matter: "Prince Yong's youngest son is also the second son of Concubine Yong, the youngest grandson of the first emperor, when you were in Beijing, did you Haven't seen it?"

"King Yong?"

Nan Song wondered, "Didn't you get robbed and killed by bandits on the way to Beijing when you ascended the throne?"

Fu Ling said calmly: "A majestic prince, brother of the emperor, was murdered by bandits in his own fiefdom. Historians dare not write such absurd remarks."

"I don't believe that the traitor is hiding people's eyes and ears."

Nan Song paused, "Fu Xiang asked this, is this little grandson of the emperor, may he still be alive?"

Fu Ling only said: "I am a foreign minister. When King Yong was in Beijing, the child was still young, so I never saw him. You followed the crown prince, but have you ever seen him?"

Nan Song thought about it carefully, and frowned slightly: "I should have seen... two times, one at the palace banquet and one at Yongwang's family banquet. The child of Princess Yong... There is a plum blossom on the right arm of this little grandson. birthmark, red."

Fu Ling frowned: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. It was the Duanyang Festival. The prince held him in his arms and weighed him twice. The little grandson suddenly vomited milk and even damaged a piece of the prince's clothes. The wet nurse wiped the little grandson, and many people saw it."

Many people have seen it.

Fu Ling was silent for a moment, then asked again: "Are there any other birthmarks?"

Nan Song shook his head: "I've never heard of it. If I have it on my body, I can't see it either."

Fu Ling thought for a moment: "The wet nurse you mentioned, do you still remember what she looks like?"

Nan Song frowned and pondered for a while, then said: "Maybe I can draw some. It's just that it's been too long, I really can't remember clearly."

Fu Ling glanced at Uncle Wu, who brought him a small case and laid out the pen and paper.

Nansong painted for nearly two hours, and spent seven or eight scraps of manuscripts before he managed to draw one.

The Yongwang Mansion was wiped out from top to bottom. Fu Ling got the news that the wet nurse escaped with the protection of the little grandson, but got separated later.

Now the child who is suspected to be the little emperor's grandson has been searched all over the world, but he has found quite a few, including Ah Yan.

But this wet nurse is really hard to find.

If you want to prove who the little emperor's grandson is, you must at least find her first.

Nan Song handed over the painting: "Little Huangsun was too young at the time, so he didn't see many people. There are too few people in Beijing who have seen this nanny. I can only remember these."

Fu Ling looked at the painting carefully, and then at Uncle Wu.

Uncle Wu nodded.

Although there are only five or six points similar, the eyebrows and eyes are really like... Zhu Niangzi's Hua Niang.

When Hua Niang appeared that day, Fu Ling sent someone to investigate and found that she came from the middle of Sichuan, saying that her husband's death had forced her to go out to earn a living.

But the neighbors also said that she was abducted by Ren Yazi and sold to this family as a wife, and she didn't know what happened before.

And she clearly never had a child with her husband's family, but she became the wet nurse of Zhu Niangzi's family.

Fu Ling left Ah Yan to Hua Niang that day because he wanted to give it a try.

This move was a bit bold, but Fu Ling ordered Song Jin Luyu to leave more than half of the hidden guards behind, and he didn't see Hua Niang making a move, but deliberately scratched Ah Yan's sleeve.

According to Imakami's writing, if there is suspicion, there is no need to prove Ah Yan's identity, just kill him directly.

It seems that Hua Niang is not the person from today, but, six out of ten, she is the wet nurse.

Fu Ling closed his eyes slightly, there was only one chance left.

The portraits of Nansong cannot be counted, and many people know the birthmarks on his hands, so they cannot be counted.

Find a chance to try Hua Niang, and you will know her and Ah Yan's identities.

Perhaps the Empress Dowager knows more about the inner chamber.

Fu Ling raised his eyes, and only told Nan Song: "You can't see anyone, just stay here. I will send someone to take care of you."

Nan Song was silent for a long time, and the light of the sky made him extremely pale and weak: "Fu Xiang has a big plan, if you need it, just come to me. I just hope... if one day, the crown prince Zhaoxue, Fu Xiang will let me go to meet him at his grave. "

Fu Ling sighed for a long time, and finally let out a "huh".

Turning out of Nansong's room, the raindrops were still falling sparsely.

Fu Ling looked up from under the eaves, only to see the sky was gloomy, cumulus clouds were layered, and the flowers and trees in the courtyard were swaying.

Fu Ling was in a bad mood.

He has always disliked court affairs, and back then it was Master Fu who used his ancestors' family law to force him to become an official.

He wanted to be a craftsman, but his father didn't allow it, and the Fu family didn't allow it.

Now that he has resigned from office, it should be the last thing he does to find the little emperor's grandson and send him safely to Beijing.

To pave the way for Master Xiao Fu and the future of the Fu family, and also for him to get to know the former prince.

Fortunately, there seems to be some eyebrows.

But doing something you don't like makes you unhappy.

Nansong's situation also made him feel slightly sad.

In the past when Nansong was expelled from the mansion, Fu Ling was still a man with a hard heart. If something like this happened around him, he would definitely be more ruthless than the former prince.

But now that he has a sweetheart, Fu Ling suddenly feels pity for Nan Song.

Fu Ling suddenly thought of his sweetheart,

He walked all the way to Su Yao's room, gently opened the curtain, and saw the faint sky light falling on Su Yao's sleeping face.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Su Yao's forehead, Xu Shi had just undergone the needle, and his complexion was much weaker, looking from a distance, it looked like a delicate white porcelain vase.

Pei Yi was really talking nonsense.

How could I be willing to spoil such a character.

Fu Ling walked to the couch, tiptoedly brushed away Su Yao's messy hair, sat down along the side of the couch, and felt something was wrong again.

Panic.

Fu Ling suddenly recalled what he vaguely saw last night, and laughed inwardly for a moment.

Boss Su still looks at these things?

It's so big, there's nothing to watch.

The old bookstore that has been around for many years may be collecting rare books.

Thinking of this, the upright Fu Xiang felt as if his paw had been scratched.

I take a look.

I don't do it again.

I am still a gentleman.

Besides, if I turn back to fight with real swords and guns, I will gain too little, what a shame.

Fu Xiang immediately threw away his integrity and quietly took out a book.

It was dim in the room, but it didn't prevent him from seeing the contents of the painting.

...How should I put it, it really deserves to be an ancestral bookstore.

Quality is high.

There are quite a few playboys in Beijing, and Fu Ling was dragged to read two books when he was young.

But it's all sneaky, and I haven't seen anything good.If caught, they will be beaten well.

Now no one in the Fu family dares to beat him.

Fu Xiang sat next to the beauty, watching it with relish.

When Su Yao woke up, what she saw was Fu Ling's happy expression.

As the candles flickered, Su Yao could only feel that Fu Gezi...was quite radiant.

Fu Ling poured a glass of water and handed it to his lips: "Drink some water."

Taking advantage of his hand, Su Yao took a few sips: "Why is Mr. Fu here?"

Thank goodness I came, otherwise I would miss so many good things.

Fu Gezi felt that the whole pigeon had been sublimated.

Although it is not innocent anymore, it is not a dish.

Fu Ling spoke with joy: "I'll come and see you, so that you won't wake up and there's no one around you."

When I woke up, I saw a big pigeon in high spirits, which was really refreshing.

But Su Yao always felt that the big pigeon was weird.

He thought for a while, his heart trembled, but there was still a smile on his face as usual: "...Mr. Fu, I didn't see anything... what?"

Fu Ling was very cooperative, and immediately turned into an innocent pigeon: "What book?"

Su Yao choked, and quickly said: "It's nothing, it's nothing, I mean... I said that... I brought a storybook this time, it's scary, Mr. Fu, don't be afraid."

Su Yao just thought of an excuse in a hurry, but as soon as he said it, he became really scared.

It was already dark outside, and the night rain was disturbing, and Fu Ling's Dongshan courtyard was built on the hillside with few people.

Surrounded by surging forests, howling mountain winds, and torrential rain, Su Yao glanced at the window and suddenly felt that the bamboo shadows in the yard were messy and frightening.

Su Yao's expression was obviously nervous, and Fu Ling's eyes fell on it, but he was very curious: "What kind of script is it? I didn't read it, I want to read it."

It is Mr. Wuhu's new book.

This old man specializes in writing about ghosts and ghosts. The last book was a little cautious, but it sold very well.

It hasn't been sold yet, it's just a new book.

Fu Ling got excited when he heard the name: "I want to see it."

Su Yao pursed her lips, and could only point to him: "It's right there."

Fu Ling took it down from the shelf, and simply sat in front of the desk to read it.

The room was silent for a while, Su Yao recalled the contents of the book, only felt that the shadow of the candle was cautious.

Su Yao tidied up trembling in his heart, just in time for Cheng An to deliver the meal.

"Boss Meng said, this sour bamboo shoots and old duck soup has been stewed all afternoon, and I should drink more. The tofu skin buns, jelly with pork skin, and the sausage and bacon in the steaming bowl are all made by myself, and I also have a taste. "

Cheng An put it down, and asked again: "Boss Meng also asked me to ask, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning? The newly made salted duck eggs are golden and oily, and you can bake a scallion pancake to eat with it?"

Su Yao responded, and Cheng An recommended two more dishes, and then looked at his eldest son: "What does the eldest son want to eat?"

He called out, but Fu Ling ignored him;

Another shout, Fu Ling just waved his hands: "Don't talk, the paper man."

Cheng An was puzzled, so Su Yao had no choice but to raise the corners of his mouth: "Mr. Fu is reading the script."

Think about it again: "Add honey cake, Mr. Fu likes it."

Cheng An responded.

The candlelight was shining brightly, Su Yao was silent for a moment, and had no choice but to call out to the pigeons: "Mr. Fu, let's watch it after dinner."

Fu Ling said "Mmm", but turned the previous page, put it down unsatisfied, raised his hand to add a bowl of soup to Su Yao, and said with a smile: "It's really a good book."

Su Yao read seven or eight pages at that time, and then dropped it in fear.

Before it came, I didn't know why, so I took it with me by accident.

There is a kind of timid person, the more they look at it, the more afraid they become, but the more they want to look at it.

Now that Fu Ling said so, Su Yao took a sip of the soup, took another sip, lowered his head and picked up another tofu skin bun, took a bite, and then raised his eyes: "...is it really pretty?"

Fu Ling laughed in his heart, only looked at him, and said deliberately: "It's a rare and good book, it's a pity not to read it."

Su Yao gave a small "hmm" and said in silence for a while, "Then... I want to see it too."

Fu Ling suppressed a smile: "But I want to see it too."

Su Yao was startled for a moment, and then he heard him say: "Isn't Boss Su afraid? Let me see."

He was so excited that Su Yao couldn't let go.

After thinking about it, Fang said, "Then I will watch it with Mr. Fu?"

Fu Ling couldn't ask for it, but he said: "Boss Su is afraid, so let me read it to you. Read it from the beginning, and I just want to read it again."

Su Yao was silent for a moment and nodded.

Then half a quarter of an hour later, Su Yao regretted it.

Fu Ling's voice was low, and he read it with great emotion. With the howling mountain wind and the torrential rain, the effect of being cautious went straight to the heart.

He was terrified, but Fu Ling just smiled: "Is Boss Su still listening?"

As soon as Su Yao heard his words, she just wanted to keep listening.

So, of course, the more I listened, the more afraid I became.

Su Yao sat on the couch, first pinched the corner of the quilt, then hugged the pillow, and finally wrapped herself tightly with the quilt.

Fu Ling sat beside a ball of quilts, looking at Su Yao who only showed his head: "Boss Su still listening?"

Su Yao just finished listening to the story of the paper man, and she was really terrified, and quickly shook her head: "Don't listen to it, don't listen to it, don't listen to it."

The frightened bunny is so cute.

Fu Ling looked at the little rabbit shaking its head like a rattle, and smiled secretly: "Then I won't read it, Boss Su should go to bed early."

Add another sentence intentionally: "Don't be too scared to sleep, it's just a story."

He got up together, and Su Yao suddenly felt empty beside him.

The shadow of the candle was panicked, and there was a gust of wind and rain outside the window, Su Yao suddenly let go of the quilt: "Mr. Fu."

Fu Ling just walked slowly to the door: "What's wrong?"

Su Yao was slightly embarrassed, but she was really terrified, and whispered: "Mr. Fu, can you stay tonight and sleep with me?"