major general

Wu Moxiang was just 15 years old when she married.After entering the door, he abides by women's morals and coaxes the old man to be happy.Men are all fond of new colors, so Wu Moxiang is so spoiled.

At that time, it was said that Wu Moxiang was favored, and she was afraid that she would be put in the right position soon.There are many rumors, and everyone in the house knows about it.

Wu Moxiang picked a sunny day, knelt down in front of the old man, weeping, her sister's bones were not cold, she didn't dare to let someone poke her back.It was because Fu Sheng, who originally had such a sense of righting the body, lost his mind when he said it.

Not long after, Wu Moxiang became pregnant with a child.

Fu Xiaoyu still remembered the day when he came back from the Imperial College.It was time to go to the market, and the streets were full of people, crowded and shouting.Some thief snatched the purse from his waist, and Ma Cheng hurriedly chased it.

Everyone is busy with their own work, as long as they don't lose their wallets, there are not many people who are willing to bother to help.

There was a small piece of jadeite bracelet in the purse, it was Fu Xiaoyu's mother's favorite dish, and Fu Xiaoyu carried it with her.

On weekdays, Fu Xiaoyu, who was calm and calm when the wind and rain were coming, rarely turned dark, touched his empty waist, and bit his silver teeth, wishing to find out the little thief.

Just at this time, a little boy in common clothes rushed out and kicked a person straight into the vegetable basket.The man opened his mouth to curse, but before he could curse, the boy stuffed a rotten tomato into his mouth.

"Is this yours?"

Fu Xiaoyu saw the hand stretched out, and the money bag was in the palm of that hand.

The edge is inlaid with silver thread, and the silk has the shading pattern of auspicious clouds and white cranes.

The jadeite bracelet is inside, and it's not broken at all.

Regardless of Fu Xiaoyu's scrutiny, the boy threw the purse directly to him, and said, "If you want to go out for a walk, don't dress up so that people want to steal it. Everyone else is a cloth bag, but you are silk. If you don't steal it, who will you steal?"

Fu Xiaoyu pursed her lips and smiled when she heard this, and said, "What is the reason for this, Mr. Xiaolang, could it be that it is my fault that I was stolen?"

The boy waved his hands and said, "Stealing is certainly wrong, but don't you have to do something to avoid such a disaster? There are only those who can be a thief for a thousand days, but there is no one who can guard against a thief for a thousand days."

After finishing speaking, Ma Cheng pushed the thief down to the Yamen.

After finishing his work, the boy took out two copper coins from the slit of his belt to buy candied haws, and walked away while chewing on them.

Young and short.The clothes he was wearing were not expensive, so he probably changed them specially to play.I changed my clothes, shoes and pants, but I forgot the hair tie.Under the headband embroidered with willow leaves, there are two oriental beads, which are tied on the head and dangle with the walking posture. The little man is a restless walker, shaking his long hair tail, which is particularly charming vitality.

Fu Xiaoyu was thinking about the boy's hair and went home.

There was a peaceful and happy atmosphere in the house, and the butler came out with many servants, with a happy expression on his face.Seeing the young master coming back, he obediently led and kowtowed, and said, "Master, the step-wife is happy!"

Fu Xiaoyu's smile hadn't stopped yet, it was still on his face.Young still doesn't know how to hide his expression, and he suppresses a smile when he wants to be angry, which makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

What are you doing congratulating me, my seed?

Fu Xiaoyu didn't dare to say such rebellious words, so she straightened her expression and entered the yard.From a distance, he saw the people surrounding Wu Moxiang.

Hush and ask for warmth, concerned endlessly.

Wu Moxiang saw that Fu Xiaoyu was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by Fu Sheng.

Fu Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows slightly. As soon as she approached, Wu Moxiang grabbed her hand and said, "Xiaoyu is back. You will be an older brother in the future. I don't know if he is a girl or a boy. I really hope he can be as successful in his studies as you are." Cheng, early to shine on the lintel."

Glorious lintel.

For Fu Fu.

The scene was so eloquent, Fu Sheng felt sorry for her that it was difficult for her to conceive at a young age, so he sent everything that was good to her yard.

Fu Xiaoyu went back to her yard and knelt under his mother's tablet all night.

Thinking of his mother's bracelets, his mother's voice and smile, and the long tail of hair, the beating vitality...

Fu Xiaoyu and his stepwife Wu Moxiang still maintain a superficial relationship, at least in front of Fu Sheng.

Fu Xiaoyu had to be concerned about the hearts of Fu Sheng and the elderly in the family, so she couldn't directly attack Wu Moxiang.

Wu Moxiang also had to keep in mind Fu Xiaoyu's status as a minister of the imperial court, so she didn't dare to make mistakes.

After so many years of living in peace, Wu Moxiang couldn't catch Fu Xiaoyu's braid.

She didn't expect to go out for a stroll and hear such a joke when she came back. She was so happy that she couldn't hold back her laughter at night.

Fu Xiaoyu had the guts to propose marriage to the Zhen Guo Mansion. She really took off her pants and turned her eyes around.

Fu Sheng was getting angry, Wu Moxiang comforted him, and said softly: "The child has his own thoughts when he grows up, you see Xiaoyu grows up so big, never listened to persuasion, the child has this personality..."

"Such an absurd personality! Break it back sooner or later!" Fu Sheng laughed back angrily, and even wanted to use family law to clean up Fu Xiaoyu.

Fu Xiaoyu didn't feel angry when she was pointed at her nose and scolded. She took a look at Wu Moxiang who was instigating the flames, and said, "My son has his own considerations about this matter. The Zhenguo Mansion hasn't gotten angry yet. You criticize him for nothing first. What you know is to teach your son a lesson. Those who don’t know think that Wenyue of Zhen Guo Mansion is your own seed.”

"You talk nonsense to me again!"

Fu Xiaoyu won a point in the war of words, but she didn't dare to push her forward. She cupped her hands and said, "Son still remembers that he has something to do. Let's go to the study first. Dad is tired from the journey, so go to bed early."

After finishing speaking, he walked to his own yard. The back was a handsome one, and Fu Sheng was so angry that he began to beat his chest and stamp his feet again.

The heavens have eyes, who did this evil boy follow in his personality?

Not only was Fu's mansion in trouble, but Zhen Guo's mansion was not in a good place either.

Wen Le first punished Si Zhu, and then sent the maid away, the movement was so loud that it was not concealed, as if it was intentional to let others know.

After receiving the punishment, Sizhu went back to the yard, knelt on the gravel road all night, and now he is staggering when he walks.

After finally rolling to Wenle's house, Sizhu knelt down holding the door, kowtowed and said, "Master, Sizhu is back."

"Come in."

Layers of cloth curtains made Bunraku's voice not very real, but it was enough for Sizhu to hear.

Entering the house, the house is not as luxurious as other young masters live in.

Bunle is not greedy for pleasure, but he is a bit picky when it comes to food.As for other things, it is enough to sleep and live, and I am too lazy to toss about other things.

Once you enter the house, you can see a small main hall with tables and a screen behind it, and further inside is Bunraku's residence.Next to it is the ear room, where the servants who serve Bunraku live here on weekdays, so that it is convenient to listen to Bunraku's orders.

There are many weapons in the room, and the bookcases are also full of military books.

The only thing that can be called fun is the sand table.

He still has the wild goose formation that Bunraku taught Bunraku before he left.

"You know what's wrong?"

Sizhu knelt down again, this time he didn't dare to worry about the wound, for fear that Zhao Wenle would be unhappy.

"Responding to the young master's words, I know my mistake. In Yongle Garden, the young master is the unique master, and I shouldn't have kept it from you, let alone under the guise of an old lady."

Wen Le nodded in satisfaction, although he was still a little bit annoyed, but after all, Sizhu was his little servant who had played with him since he was a child, so he didn't want to save his face, so he got up and helped him up.

There is a stack of glutinous rice cakes on the table, with soybean powder on the top, which smells delicious and very attractive.

Wen Le used to eat sweets and eat bad teeth. The old lady was very strict about the division of dim sum in his yard, even no matter how much money he spent outside, she only asked a few words about how much dim sum he ate.

"Master, where is the old lady..."

Wen Le ate the glutinous rice cakes with his cheeks on his hands, and said: "The old lady has gone up to the mountain to pay respects to the Buddha. This trip will last three months. Let's talk about it when she comes back."

The matter of Fu Xiaoyu's marriage proposal is only the above but not the following, and there are a lot of gossips from the children of Jinlin's family, not many people remember it.

Occasionally, when Fu Xiaoyu and Wen Le were on the same occasion, someone with a good memory would stealthily talk in a low voice about this marriage that started strangely and didn't see the end.

So far, it's Qixi Festival time.

Wen Le was coaxed by Si Zhu to eat, and then went out for a stroll. He just heard this when he arrived at the moat and was about to throw pots for fun.

Master Jijiu is here.

Pooh.

The walnut cake couldn't calm Wenle down, so he threw it into Sizhu's pocket, muttering cursingly that today's calendar definitely says that it is not suitable to go out.

Fu Xiaoyu has been in power all year round. Although Guozijian is not very concerned with the society and people's livelihood, it is also the number one celebrity under the eyes of the new emperor. Few dare to talk nonsense in front of him.Wen Le is different. To put it mildly, he is a major general. He himself knows that that is the name, and the polite words that other people say to make his family happy are not true.

Following Zhou Chong to the Imperial College, he had to be teased by the princes and daughters all the way, and even those nasty ministers' sons could occasionally ride on his neck to make jokes.

It's not enough for those people to compete with boxing skills.

But one after the other, Wen Le couldn't tell the truth even if he had eight mouths, so he simply pretended not to know, Xiu Mu went back to the house and secretly tied four or five paper figurines of Fu Xiaoyu.

Si Zhu looked at Wen Le's face and said, "Master, why don't we... go back?"

Wen Le glared at him, and said, "Fuck back, I have nothing to do with him, I just slipped away when I saw him, maybe what others will say about me!"

Sizhu nodded because of the nagging, and thought to herself, there is nothing new in Nanchao recently, only thinking about your affair with Fu Jijiu.

The recent trend is that Master Jijiu feels sorry for General Wen, who is still young, and the two houses have already married, but it is not widely known, for fear that the young general will have a thin skin.

Si Zhu dare not say these words.

Fu Xiaoyu got down from the sedan chair, still wearing his jade bone fan around his waist.The servant Ma Cheng told the porter to find a place with few people to rest, turned his head and saw the young general under the willow tree staring at his young master.

With a smile in his eyes, he sneaked back and whispered something in Fu Xiaoyu's ear.

Fu Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows and glanced around.

Wen Le was leaning against the willow tree. Two or three months passed, and the only meeting between the two of them was the once-a-month Confucianism lecture at the Imperial College. In front of so many people, it was difficult to say much.The princes and princesses love to make noises more than anyone else. When Bunle endorses the book, there is a commotion in the audience. Those who know are joking, those who don't know think that these princes and daughters are amateur matchmakers.

The crowd was still noisy, Fu Xiaoyu smiled, pursed her lips and walked towards the willow tree step by step.

The crowd was quiet for a while, then rustling discussions erupted, surrounded by Wen Le and Fu Xiaoyu.

Wen Le, who was at the center of the topic, was stared at by Fu Xiaoyu, inexplicably felt that his back was very cold, and as soon as he took a step back, he stepped on the root of a willow tree and almost tripped.

Fu Xiaoyu stepped forward to help, but Sizhu on the side had already helped Wenle's waist silently.

For a moment, everyone's eyes, including Fu Xiaoyu's, were fixed on Sizhu's hand.

Sizhu: "...?" Why is he covered in white sweat.

Onlookers: "..." The supporting role doesn't deserve to appear here, please leave.

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