The young master who wears the book, please have mercy [Story of Yanxi Palace]

Er Qing saw that Fu Heng was hesitating to speak, so she raised her delicate eyebrows slightly and said, "Do you have other things to worry about?"

Fu Heng pursed his lips lightly, suddenly unable to read his true thoughts now.

He clearly wanted to avoid her and stay away from her.

But the current actions run counter to the original ideas.

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's okay."

"Fu Qian met brother and sister-in-law." A gentle voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Er Qing followed the sound and saw a thin and handsome man standing behind him holding a book.

That person is the fourth young master of the Fucha family, Fu Qian.

It has been two months since I entered the mansion, and today is the first official meeting.

He was wearing a navy blue robe, although his face was faintly sick, his complexion was as white as jade, and his brows and eyes were full of bookishness.

For this young master Fu Qian, Er Qing is very clear, it is in the book that he fell in love with Er Qing at first sight, and even put a cuckold on Fu Heng.

Although he seemed to push it halfway, he did the unethical thing after all.

Thinking of this, Er Qing didn't dare to have too much contact with him, and she couldn't explain anything after getting into a debt of love in vain, so she just nodded her head slightly in response.

Occasionally, she met Yaoyao in the mansion, and she tried her best to avoid him.

Fu Qian's eyes lingered on Er Qing's quiet and gentle face for a moment, before he noticed that she was dressed in a blue scholar's attire, and her black hair was tied high with a blue headband, so that she was really bright and heroic.

He had also heard from the servants in the courtyard that this sister-in-law came to Mrs. Fucha's yard to perform some plays to amuse her, but today was the first time he met her.

"Sister-in-law, is this the Legend of the White Lady?" There was a strange light in Fu Qian's eyes, and he didn't even notice it.

Fu Heng frowned almost invisibly, it was the first time he saw Fu Qian showing such an expression.

Er Qing gave a soft "En" and agreed casually: "Is the Fourth Young Master also here to greet Er Niang?"

Seeing Fu Qian nod his head slightly, Er Qing said again: "It's a coincidence for you two brothers, go in quickly, Er Niang has been waiting inside for a long time."

Then he smiled and said to Fu Heng who was behind him: "One of you two brothers is busy with business, and the other is lingering on the sick bed. After finally having the opportunity to spend time with the empress, let's talk more, and I will go back to my room first."

Seeing that she was about to leave without saying a few words, Fu Qian's eyes suddenly dimmed, and then he quickly covered it up.

All of this was seen by Fu Heng, he ignored the faint discomfort in his heart, and said with concern: "I heard from the servants of the mansion that you have caught a cold recently. Seeing you go, is your illness better?"

"Thank you brother for your concern, I'm almost recovered." Fu Qian had a modest smile on his sickly face, "Fu Qian felt very guilty for not coming to pay his respects to Er Niang for a long time."

"It doesn't have to be like this, Erniang knows about your illness and won't blame you."

Fu Heng and Fu Qian entered Mrs. Fucha's room while gossiping one after the other.

When Mrs. Fucha saw the two of them coming in, she smiled happily on her gentle face, and hurriedly ordered the maid beside her, "Go to the small kitchen and heat up two bowls of bird's nest."

Then he said with some reproach: "You two brothers came here and didn't know what to say, so that you can ask the small kitchen to cook some food."

"Look at what Er Niang said, we didn't come here for food." Fu Heng joked with ease in front of Mrs. Fu Cha rarely.

Mrs. Fu Cha gave Fu Heng a loving look with a smile on her face, and then her eyes fell on Fu Qian.

Although he still had a sick appearance, he was obviously more energetic and stronger, she said with a smile: "Seeing that you are getting better from your illness, Er Niang is finally relieved."

When I went to visit some time ago, he was as thin as a skeleton. Although Fu Qian was not her own, he was born in her name. Her concern for Fu Qian need not be less than for Fu Heng.

It's just that she is old and weak, and every time she goes to visit, she is repeatedly stopped by the doctor, for fear that she will also catch the cold.

People at her age are not like her son, who will consume a lot of energy if he gets a little sick.

"It's really unfilial for my son to worry my mother." With sincere worry on her face, Fu Qian couldn't help but knelt down and said.

Mrs. Fucha hurriedly stood up from the armchair, went to help him up, and said angrily, "Why are you being so polite to Er Niang? It's cold on the ground, and you are well ill. If you get sick again, Er Niang's sin will be serious." gone."

Immediately, as if she had thought of something, she raised her head and looked at Fu Heng who was at the side, "Did you meet Er Qing just now?"

Seeing Fu Heng nodding in agreement, Mrs. Fucha couldn't hide a smile on her face, "Emiang thought that day, the one who could let you personally ask for a marriage was the best woman in the world at that time. That's right! It's really hard for her, a lady from a big family, to play in front of Emiang every day to make her happy."

Thinking of that Fang Luohong handkerchief, she couldn't help feeling sad and said: "It's not my mother urging you, this important matter of inheriting the family must be put on the agenda."

Fu Hengqingjun's face suddenly turned red, but what he didn't notice was a trace of loneliness flashing across Fu Qian's eyes.

The author has something to say: It took me more than two hours to write this little word, covering my face.

Although I am very busy, this article is even slower, but I will not give up, don't worry

Because I just re-wrote Fu Heng Erqing and Yuan Chunwang, so this article should be quite short. I will try to finish it next month. 0.0