Although the weather in Kyoto was beginning to spring, there was no trace of warmth. The north wind was still howling and heavy snow was flying. But Fu Tingyun's house started to burn the ground dragon since the beginning of winter last year, and it seemed as warm as spring because it had not stopped.

She only wore a big red little jacket with a big red treasure-like flower, her face was flushed, and she was nestled on the big kang next to the window and watching the chess score.

A pot of big red camellia of Bachelor of Eighteen on the windowsill was blooming like fire, and the flowers were heavily bent the branches, gorgeous and hustle and bustle.

Feeling a little thirsty, Fu Tingyun raised her head and quietly sat on the side of the kang, Zhenzhu, who was on the branch line, stood up quickly: "Madam, what do you want?"

I don’t know where Zhao Ling heard that if a pregnant woman does needlework when she is pregnant, the child will have needles on her ears after she is born.

Fu Tingyun was skeptical and asked Yuwei to ask her mother. But Mrs. Fu said so, which scared her so much that she never dared to move the needle and thread again. Zhao Ling knew about it, and was even more nervous. In the end, everyone in the family was not allowed to take needles in front of Fu Tingyun.

Because Zhenzhu and Kou'er served her, the work of needlework for the unborn child fell on the two newly bought women, Tong and Zhou, whom they bought before the New Year. Despite this, Zhenzhu and Kou'er were not idle, and often helped with some trimming and ironing.

"Pour me a glass of water." Fu Tingyun said lazily, "No tea, just warm water."

She is almost six months pregnant, but her body is still lazy and unable to lift her energy. Every time Zhao Ling meets her, she jokingly calls her "Begonia Fairy" - she lies lazily on the bed all day long.

Pearl left and soon poured a cup of warm water in.

Fu Tingyun was drinking water when Tong took a few small clothes and walked in.

She is a woman in her early thirties and has a dignified and beautiful appearance.

According to Jin Yuanbao, who helped them buy people, Tong was also the daughter of a good family, but her parents died early, and her uncle was in charge of the family and married her to a dilapidated house. She didn't learn well. She borrowed money outside and couldn't afford it. She wanted to sell Tong to a yard. Tong would rather die than obey. After jumping into the river and was rescued, she asked to sell herself as a slave. She met Jin Yuanbao at Yaren... Another Zhou family was a peasant woman. Because her only son was sick and had no money to see a doctor, she voluntarily sold her to her husband.

Zhou's appearance is very ordinary, but he has a kind-hearted taste and is very serious when doing things.

Both of them were very satisfied.

"This is the little clothes I have made these days," Tong put the little clothes in his hand on the kang table, "See if there is anything else that needs to be changed?"

Fu Tingyun picked up her clothes... her shoulders were five inches wide and her sleeves were four inches long... She couldn't help but exclaim: "This, isn't this too small?"

"Not small, not small." Tong smiled, "The newborn child is only a little older."

Fu Tingyun listened and looked at the clothes carefully.

The little one, like a doll, felt very cute, and she couldn't put it down.

"Why are these clothes not buttoned?" she asked Tong.

Tong smiled and said, "I have to wait until the child is born before buttoning, which means fullness."

There are too many things to pay attention to, and Fu Tingyun is already exhausted from dealing with them. He doesn't ask questions after hearing this, but just instructs Pearl to collect the things.

Kou'er came through the curtain: "Madam, Mrs. Wu is here!"

On the ninth day of September last year, she politely rejected Mrs. Ji's invitation, Mrs. Wu posted another post, asking her to go home to appreciate the chrysanthemums. However, at that time she had already diagnosed her happy pulse and just pushed her with confidence. Mrs. Wu and Mrs. Ji knew that she was pregnant and had come to visit her specially.

While Fu Tingyun told Kou'er to "please invite Mrs. Wu in", he got off the kang and went to pick his shoes.

Tong had already squatted down to help her put on shoes.

After putting on the shoes, Fu Tingyun had a dressing look, changed her clothes and went to the hall.

Mrs. Wu was served by Pearl and just stepped into the curtain.

The two met.

"Ouch!" Mrs. Wu greeted Fu Tingyun before, "It's better to see your complexion." Then she stepped forward and pulled her hand, looked at her up and down, showing that she was about to stop talking.

Fu Tingyun just pretended that she didn't see it, and sat down with her. Pearl gave tea and left. Fu Tingyun smiled and asked Mrs. Wu: "What are you doing these days? I heard that the emperor changed the year name Jingde and held a grand ancestor worship ceremony. During the Lantern Festival, not only West Street, but East Street and Gulou Street, there were lantern festivals. Unfortunately, I was not convenient for me to go out, otherwise I would have to go and see the fun."

"I've been busy all these days." Mrs. Wu smiled, "Do you remember that the carriages of our two families almost collided together in order to pick up Mrs. Yu? These days I'm accompanying Mrs. Yu." She said, with a hint of honor on her face. "Young Master Yu has been carrying three rooms on his shoulders and has been married for almost two years, but Young Grandma Yu has not made any noise. Mrs. Yu was secretly anxious and asked Mrs. Ji and I to accompany me to worship Buddha and pray to children in various Zen temples!"

When Mrs. Wu said that Mrs. Yu sent her daughter-in-law to Kyoto to reunite with her son, Fu Tingyun vaguely guessed something. Otherwise, if there was a grandmother-in-law above the Fan family and a young mother-in-law below, how could she follow her husband to serve in office?

"Many Zen temples in Kyoto are very effective," she smiled and socialized with Mrs. Wu, "I guess there will be news in a few days."

"I am so relieved to Mrs. Yu." After saying that, Mrs. Wu picked up the teacup and sipped the tea, then let out a slightly exaggerated exaggeration, "This is Tieguanyin that was launched last fall, and the taste is really mellow."

The tea was brought by Mrs. Wang, and they also brought two handkerchiefs embroidered by two ladies from the Wang family, a gift of fifty taels of silver and a reply letter.

"Mrs. I've drunk it." Fu Tingyun smiled, "It was given by an elder who was far away in Fujian."

"Your family has relatives in Fujian!" Mrs. Wu was amazed and suddenly lowered her voice, "I heard that Mr. Zhao has a wide range of friends and has bought some family business in those years in Shaanxi. I wonder if this is the case?"

Fu Tingyun was a little displeased when she saw her being silly, and she didn't want anyone to know that Zhao Ling had sold private salt.

She did not hide her emotions, her expression became cold and said, "I only got married in August. This is the first time I have heard of what you said."

Mrs. Wu could naturally feel the changes in Fu Tingyun. A hint of embarrassment flashed in her eyes and said hurriedly: "Mrs. Zhao, please don't get me wrong. I have no other meaning in saying this. It's because I ask Lord Zhao for help if I have something to do, so I asked this question."

Finally, it's about the topic.

Fu Tingyun took a sip of tea slowly and said, "Although they are both third-rank officials, your Lord Wu is the Minister of Rites, and our Lord Zhao is just a guard. I don't know if I can help."

The refusal is already very obvious.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Mrs. Wu's eyes, but she quickly cheered up and said with a smile: "So what if our Lord Wu is the Minister of Rites? Speaking of which, only your Lord Zhao can do this."

Fu Tingyun was very suspicious.

Mrs. Wu said: "Mrs. Zhao, I have a relative who has been doing silk and tea business. I heard that people who do business outside the pass have made a lot of money in the past few years, and I have also become the one who has a long way to go. The journey is long, and from Yongjing to Jiayuguan is under the jurisdiction of Xingdusi. We don't recognize each other, so I want to ask Lord Zhao to help you with your advice." He also said, "Mrs. Zhao is also good for me, and I earn some money for rosé and powder every time."

He actually blatantly bribed!

Fu Tingyun looked down on Mrs. Wu even more.

"I remember Mrs. Wu is from Jiangnan. She is a relative of Mrs. Wu, but she must be from Jiangnan. There is Ningbo Maritime Mansion Service in the east of Jiangnan and Guangdong Maritime Mansion Service in the west. I think it is better to do a shipping business than to work hard to get out of seclusion in such a way."

Unexpectedly, Fu Tingyun had such insights. Mrs. Wu looked slightly calm and said, "The Ningbo Maritime Warehouse and Guangdong Maritime Warehouse Warehouse are the emperor's private money bags, and they are both under the charge of eunuchs. It is completely impossible to intervene. We also thought of forming boats in private to sea, but we couldn't talk to those inspection departments..."

He was determined to ask Zhao Ling to help say hello.

If it weren't for the so-called cosmetic money that Mrs. Wu just called, she might have helped to send a message to Zhao Ling, but now, she is unwilling to bother with Mrs. Wu no matter what.

"My lady lets the Bodhisattva not ask for it, but she asks the Duke Zhu in the temple." Fu Tingyun pursed her lips and smiled, "Since you recognize Mrs. Yu, why not let Lord Yu come forward to say something to you in front of the Duke of the Assistant Kingdom? That is more effective than if we say ten sentences, a hundred sentences will be said."

Although the civil and military affairs are unfamiliar, Lord Yu and Duke Fuguo are both loyal ministers, and it is easier for ordinary people to talk to each other.

Mrs. Wu showed a strange expression and said softly: "Mrs. Zhao doesn't know anything. I heard that Marquis Yingchuan is about to be transferred back to the Governor's Office of the Five Army... I'm afraid that if Lord Yu is invited, the Duke of the Fuguo may not be willing to help this!"

Still transferred back!

Fu Tingyun was in a trance for a moment.

Later, when Mrs. Wu was in charge of the water and soil, she would not agree to help Mrs. Wu pass the message to Zhao Ling.

Mrs. Wu was so angry that she suppressed the unhappiness in her heart, said a few words on the scene, and stood up to say goodbye.

Yuwei asked Fu Tingyun with some concern: "What if she wears little shoes for Master Jiu..."

Before he could speak, he heard a refreshing voice and laughed: "Who are you afraid of wearing small shoes for me?"

As soon as the curtain was lifted, Zhao Ling walked in and headed straight for Fu Tingyun.

Fu Tingyun's eyes immediately brightened a little, and she said, "Why did you come back so early today?" After getting off the kang and going to take off her shoes, Zhao Ling had already pressed her down: "Things have been sorted out these days, and things have been much less." He said, squatting in front of Fu Tingyun as usual, while gently stroking her belly, while talking to the child in her belly softly: "Are you good today? Have you ever quarreled with your mother? Dad came back early today, and your mother is very happy..."

This is what Zhao Ling has to do every day when he comes back.

Fu Tingyun said authentically: "You can dress up and dress up, but you can't dress up when you are confinement - you don't understand the children like you."

"What does it matter if he understands it or not," Zhao Ling kissed her belly, "I just need to know." The pleasure was beyond words.

Fu Tingyun was speechless for a while.

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