Marriage on behalf of others is risky, so you need to be cautious the second time

An Ge couldn't fall asleep that night, and carried the pen until the dawn of the long night.But what surprised him was that Fang Yi didn't even take a break, and just flipped through the book, as if he was accompanying him.

After a while, An Ge was taken aback by the absurd idea of ​​"accompanying him". He quickly withdrew his thoughts and wrote a crooked "rule" on the paper.

Yes, in his eyes, Fang Yi is a monster with nostrils on the top of his head. His heart is high and arrogant, and he doesn't care about others at all. Teaching him to write last night has already broken a big precept. How could he not sleep because of him? ?

Hmph, one day, he must escape from this monster!

The next day, An Ge didn't go anywhere, and squatted in the study alone to copy the house rules.It has to be said that Fang Yi really found his weakness.

"Master Hou, the origin of the thief who sneaked into the main courtyard and held Madam Hou hostage that day has been found out."

In this room, Mr. Yun Shu has not been idle. After that moonless and windy night, he discovered some clues through almost nonexistent clues.

Fang Yi's eyes darkened, "Who?"

He was asking the mastermind behind the scenes.

Yun Shujun pursed his lips and said, "There is not enough evidence now, but there are various signs that it is... the prince."

The prince, the queen's son.

Fang Yi's eyebrows moved, revealing such an expression.

Yun Shujun speculated and asked, "Master Hou, do you want to continue to investigate?"

Fang Yi thought about it for a long while, and he knew the princeling's plan, so he waved his hand and said:

"No need. Everyone knows Sima Yi's heart. If we continue to investigate, there is only one answer."

Yun Shujun nodded in agreement, and said: "What Hou Ye said is true. But...the crown prince is always timid and fearful. This time he dared to send people directly to break into the mansion. Presumably, someone must be behind the scenes."

Fang Yi said: "There should be some cooperation. But, this person is reckless in planning and not thinking carefully. The crown prince has suffered this loss, and he will not use it again next time."

Yun Shujun thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Not bad. Fortunately, Mrs. Hou is fine this time, otherwise..."

As he spoke, he gave Fang Yi a meaningful look, and said, "It may not be easy for the crown prince to escape easily."

Fang Yi shrugged his shoulders irrelevantly, "I'm just a little marquis, I dare not do anything to the prince."

After ignoring Yun Shujun's eyes staring at him, he stepped out of the room, raised his hand and waved, and said, "Okay, Benhou will go to see Little Yasha, and Yun Shu should go back to rest earlier."

In the orderly study room, the fragrance of ink and the fragrance of books coexist, and no matter how restless the heart is, it gradually calms down.

An Ge, who was still working hard, finally finished writing it with his own efforts when night fell!

Alas, writing is actually not difficult, isn’t it just drawing symbols?There is no essential difference from painting.

"master......"

At [-] o'clock, An Ge was alone in the study with the lights on at night, when he suddenly heard a soft call from behind, thinking it was an auditory hallucination caused by a sore arm, and he didn't look back.

"master......"

The sound outside the door rang again, accompanied by the hula-la-la evening wind, no matter how you heard it, there was a sense of eerieness, and the eye knife swished towards the tightly closed door.

Could there be ghosts? !

"Master, it's me, Fu Ling..."

Now, he finally recognized the ethereal and restless tone.

Only then did the fear fade away, Zhiya opened the door, "Why are you here?"

Because he is being punished, Fang Yi expressly prohibits others from visiting him. Except for the servants who deliver meals every meal, what he sees the most is a certain stinky monkey!

Fu Ling has always been the most disciplined, how dare she come here today?

"Let the servants go in first."

Fu Ling shrunk her neck the whole time, glanced here and there, slipped into the room with a whoosh, and then closed the door behind her.

An Ge was stunned—what the hell is this girl trying to do?

But in the next moment, the "girl film" in front of him became the reborn parents.

"Master, Fu Ling cooked you a bowl of noodles, eat it while it's hot!"

An Ge was already hungry, and after boasting "you still have a conscience", he picked up the noodle bowl and ate it.

"Master, please slow down, be careful not to choke."

An Ge glared at her, "You can't be slow, if Fang Yi finds out, you'll lose everything, at least you'll eat it now!"

"However, the maidservant's mother said that the birthday noodles should be eaten slowly. Only by eating for a long time can they last for a long time."

An Ge raised his head from his face, and asked in a daze:

"Shou, Shou noodles?"

Fu Ling nodded seriously. Seeing An Ge's dazed look, his expression turned from astonishment to panic, "Tomorrow is your birthday, you won't forget it?"

An Ge was even more confused. He had lived for 17 years and never knew what year and month his real birthday was.When I was with my father, my father was kind-hearted and regarded the day he picked him up as his birthday. On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, he could eat a bowl of birthday noodles made with white noodles.Then on the second day, he was given another candied haws.

It's just that after the old man left, he lost this habit.

However, everyone knew that An Ge's birthday was not the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, but the seventeenth day of the fifth lunar month, which King Wei clearly remembered.

However, before he had time to celebrate the first birthday after the reunion of father and son, An Ge disappeared.For An Ruyi's imitation bronze cup, she traveled thousands of miles to Rongguo to suffer.

In fact, An Ge is a heartless person. At this time of earth-moving, what he thought of was not his biological father, but the old woodcutter who picked him up in the heavy snow.

"Fu Ling, your cooking skills are still a bit poor, not as good as Dad's." Even though he ate deliciously.

"Father, who is that?" Fu Ling felt that the days when An Ge was not in Wei Palace seemed to be very unusual.

"It's the woodcutter who raised me, otherwise why do you think I survived?"

It's just that there was a famine in Yong'an that year, and some things happened, which made An Ge lose his only support.

"Is he nice to the master?"

"Ah, very good."

"But the slaves heard that the woodcutters who cut firewood for a living are mostly poor and can barely support themselves."

The implication is: it is not easy for him to support himself, how can he support you?Can you still achieve the so-called "very good"?

An Ge gave her a strange look, "Why do people in your palace like to measure their hearts with money?"

Fu Ling froze for a moment, then remained silent—this was not a preference, but a habit.

An Ge's father's shadow flashed across his mind, and his eyes couldn't help becoming warmer. He didn't criticize Poria anymore, but softened his voice and said:

"My father is poor, but he will devote all his energy to me. He wears the straw sandals he wove, but buys cloth shoes for me. Even though his family is too poor, he is afraid that I will be bullied and won't let me go out to work. He has a gentle temper, but when he saw that my head was broken by someone's slingshot, he rushed to someone's house to quarrel without saying a word..."

As An Ge was talking, his eyes turned red. Fearing that Fu Ling would find out, he quickly buried his face in the noodle bowl.

The moment he saw his father's skeleton, he huddled under the crooked neck tree not far away, hugging his knees, neither crying nor fussing, but felt that a piece of his heart had been dug out.

Fu Ling saw his emotional fluctuations, and knew that this "father" held a heavy weight in An Ge's heart, so she couldn't help being ashamed of the previous doubts.

"Master, think about something happy."

She imitated An Ge's way of coaxing people, diverted her attention and said:

"Tomorrow is your birthday, how do you plan to spend it?"

An Ge sucked the noodles, and after the swelling in his throat was relieved, he looked at the rice paper on the table with great sorrow, "How else can I live? Why don't I just copy the house rules?"

Fu Ling is a first-class loyal servant, seeing her master suffering, how can she have any reason to stand on the sidelines?She had broken the taboo to deliver supper to An Ge, so she simply sent the Buddha to the west to rescue the master from the predicament.

"No, how can there be any reason to be punished on the birthday? In the Wei Palace, even a concubine who was in the cold palace can temporarily return to freedom on the day of her birthday, let alone this mere Yongding Marquis."

These words almost frightened An Ge's chopsticks off - why did this girl who usually regards rules as her life suddenly become enlightened?

"what you up to?"

Fu Ling rolled up her sleeves, walked to the table and sat down arrogantly, picked up the forked pen that was written by An Ge on the shelf, "I will help you write it for you. If you write it nine times, you will be able to finish it at dawn."

Then smear the pen tip on the inkstone twice, and the messy brush becomes smooth in an instant.

An Ge became passionate in an instant, quickly wiped the noodle soup from his mouth, grabbed another pen, and began to write eloquently, "What dawn do you want? It will be done right away!"

Seeing his great fighting spirit, Fu Ling smiled sincerely, "Yes, with Master here, any difficulty will be easily solved!"

"Haha, that's necessary." After thinking for a while, I felt that Fu Ling was really a kind girl, and said, "No, I can't make you work for nothing. I have to fight with Brother Hou, and I have to give you a raise!"

"No need, as long as the master is safe and healthy, the servants will feel at ease."

An Ge glared angrily, and educated her solemnly:

"Fu Ling, you have to be a promising person. You can have trouble with me, but you can't have trouble with money. If you live on the street and can't eat a bite, you will find out how important a penny is, and then you will wish to put yourself who once refused wealth. cut off his hand."

Fu Ling was taken aback by his stern expression, "Slave... just promise."

"That's about the same." An Ge continued to copy happily, muttering in his mouth, "The word 'regulation' is too difficult to write, it's twisted and twisted, and it's hard to describe."

Fuling leaned over to take a look, and kindly reminded:

"Master, what you wrote... is 'home'."

The sleepless crow twittered outside the window, as if mocking, and was injured and fled after being hit by An Ge's flying shoe.

The author has something to say:

The dialogue between the master and the servant is only known to them.The others didn't hear anything, especially Fang Yi, who was standing by the window, didn't hear a single word.