Fu Tingyun crouched in the corner of the bed like a wounded kitten.

Master Zhao Jiu looked at him and said, "You have just recovered from a serious illness and are resting. I'll ask you to have lunch for you..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Tingyun jumped up: "Master Jiu, please send me back to Huayin. I don't want to go to Weinan."

Mr. Zhao Jiu couldn't help but frown: "Since Lingtang has arranged for you to go to Weinan, I guess there must be a complete arrangement. Why don't you let Lingtang down? I might as well go there for now. If there is anything, your uncle and aunt can deal with you. Wouldn't it be better? It's better than such a person who can't get to the world or the land."

She also doesn't know!

My uncle became a scholar at a young age. After that, he failed many exams. His family gradually became poor, so he simply stopped his career and devoted himself to doing business. Over the years, he made a fortune and became the richest man in Weinan. Even when his uncle mentioned it, he admired her very much. My uncle has four sons and no daughters. He loved her very much. Every time he got something rare, he had no cousins, and he had to give her a copy. It would be better to entrust her to his uncle. But this time the situation was special, and even her parents chose to compromise. She was really not sure that his uncle would come forward for her...

"I won't go to Weinan!" Fu Tingyun looked at him stubbornly with big eyes, "I can't just go to Weinan!"

When she was a child, she and her sisters played hide-and-seek in her grandmother's house and broke the plum vase that she liked the most. No one admitted it. She was called to the main hall by her grandmother and was punished to kneel: "You are all the ladies of the Fu family, with innocent backgrounds and noble families. Why do you look like those from the streets and alleys in the streets and alleys when you encounter problems? They are just breaking the plum vase. What if you admit it? It's just compensation for what you should pay, and punishment for what you should pay. Can't you even stand this? Since you dare to do it, you must dare to admit it. If you dare not recognize it, don't do it. Today, you are asked to kneel down, not because you broke the plum vase, but you don't dare to admit it, and you dare to straighten your back and be honest..."

Thinking of this, Fu Tingyun's eyes turned red.

"If I just went to Weinan like this, then what am I?" She held back her tears, "Because I was exposed for the shamelessness of committing suicide with Zuo Junjie..." The word "slut" could not be said by the word "slut" no matter what. She bit her lip and continued, "So, like a mouse in the gutter, she was dealt with secretly! I am not afraid of death. Now, I am better than death. But even if I die, I must die upright and innocently. I cannot let Zuo Junjie's dirty words always splash on me..."

Master Zhao Jiu looked at her in surprise, and his expression gradually became a little awe-inspiring: "Do you want to go back and confront Zuo Junjie?"

Fu Tingyun hesitated: "I also know that when I go back now, I will only make the Fu family laughing stock. No matter how much resentment I feel in my heart, my father, mother, my brother, sister-in-law, nephew, and sisters who grew up together, still have to live in the Fu family...at least, let the elders in the family know..." She lowered her head, with a confused expression.

Master Zhao Jiu sighed in his heart.

"However, it's useless to go back to Huayin now!" He said, "A few days ago, the Fu family released a wind and said that Zuo Junjie had lost his moral character after drinking and was ill-intentioned to your uncle's concubine. Your uncle's concubine could not bear the humiliation and died. The Fu family reported to the officials, and the county magistrate sent a yamen runner to Guangtao Lane to summon him, but found that Guangtao Lane had been empty and Zuo Junjie was gone. This incident has alarmed the Censorate and reported to the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Rites. To eliminate Zuo Junjie's fame, there should be a clear letter to Xi'an Prefecture at the end of the month."

"How could this happen?" Fu Tingyun looked at Master Zhao Jiu in shock.

Sacrifice her is not enough, she also has to take care of a concubine of her uncle!

What happened?

Her mind was messy.

First, Zuo Junjie said he had an affair with her as if he was heartbroken. Then, the elders at home locked her in Biyun Temple without asking her. Then Bibo disappeared, her mother was detained, she was put on medicine, her uncle's concubine Zi Ling, and Zuo Junjie disappeared... How could he become hell overnight for the warm and joyful Fu family?

She can't figure it out!

Things didn't have to go to this point.

The reason why Zuo Junjie dared to act like this is to calculate that the people of the Fu family dared not speak out. Instead of expecting his conscience to find the flag rolling down, it would be better to open the window and say something. If everyone held an object and said they had an affair with the daughter of the Fu family, then wouldn't the Fu family's daughters not have to live? The reputation of the Fu family became a joke! Although there will definitely be rumors at that time, it would be better than being constrained by Zuo Junjie... one after another...

What are the concerns about my uncle?

Things are so uncontrollable that why do you have to tolerate Zuo Junjie again and again? You would even rather sacrifice her and sacrifice your concubine.

What is there in this that I don’t know?

It seems like a picture that has been torn apart. No matter how you put it together, it is a very important part of it, making it impossible to see the true face of this painting.

My body, which had just recovered, couldn't stand Fu Tingyun's intense emotions.

She was sweating coldly, but she stubbornly refused to lie down and rest.

Master Zhao Jiu shook his head slightly.

He couldn't even understand, let alone a weak woman who was raised in the deep boudoir!

"Some things, don't think about them if you can't figure them out." He couldn't help but persuade her, "If you take a break and think about them again, you might suddenly become enlightened!"

Fu Tingyun pursed her lips.

"Jiu Master!" A young child called Zhao Jiu Master timidly, "I, I made porridge for the girl..."

The two of them looked at each other in the same voice.

Fu Tingyun saw an eight-nine-year-old boy with a big big head, wearing a short brown piece full of patches, holding a thick porcelain sea bowl in one hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other, looking at her curiously with wide eyes. Her thin wrists couldn't help but worry about whether he had the strength to hold the sea bowl.

"Come in!" Mr. Zhao Jiu ordered the child, then turned to Fu Tingyun and said, "Whatever you want to do, you must first take care of your health - eat and rest for a while, and we will leave at dusk."

Walk?

Go to Weinan?

The answer that was very certain in the past was a little undecided at this time.

Going to Weinan, accepting the arrangement of his mother, and giving up the identity of the daughter of the Fu family from then on is equivalent to acquiescing Zuo Junjie's groundlessness; if he does not go to Weinan, Zuo Junjie ran away because he forced his uncle's concubine to death. However, a person who had died of illness and buried suddenly ran out to argue with Zuo Junjie. At that time, the things that the Fu family tried hard to cover up were exposed to everyone, and those who did not know about this would know... She wouldn't slap herself in the mouth!

A subtle rustling sounded in the room.

Master Zhao Jiu is gone.

The little boy carefully handed the porridge to Fu Tingyun: "Girl, I fanned it with a fan, it's not hot at all."

After looking closely, I realized that he was a very beautiful little boy.

Melon-shaped face, thin curved eyebrows, and big eyes.

Fu Tingyun smiled at him kindly, pressed the porridge and asked him softly: "What's your name?"

"My name is Asen!" Seeing Fu Tingyun smiling at him, he also smiled, his big eyes narrowed slightly, looking very cute. "This name was chosen by Master Jiu for me. He said that I picked it up in front of three trees, so it was called Asen." He said, using his feet to gesture underground, "Asen's word 'Sen' is three wood characters, so it is written like this!"

Fu Tingyun was a little surprised.

She had heard his arrangements before and thought Asen was a powerful man from Kong Wu, but she did not expect that Asen was picked up by him.

Asen's liveliness dispelled the cold atmosphere just now, and Fu Tingyun's mood improved a lot.

"Did Master Jiu tell you?" She held the bowl and asked him with a smile, not in a hurry to eat.

"Yeah!" Asen nodded, "Jiu Master also asked me to follow his surname Zhao. My name is Zhao Sen." When he said this, he straightened his chest and looked very proud.

Fu Tingyun smiled: "What's the name of your Jiu Master?"

"Call..." As soon as the words were spoken, Asen immediately felt abrupt and covered his mouth. Seeing Fu Tingyun looking at him with a smile, beautiful like a flower, he couldn't bear it. He hesitated for a long time, took out an egg from his arms and threw it to Fu Tingyun, "This is what Master Jiu asked me to cook for you. I also want to make medicine for you!" Then he ran away as if he ran away.

This kid is really fun!

Fu Tingyun smiled brilliantly and lowered her head to drink porridge.

The rice is soft and glutinous, and the sweet and fragrant aftertaste you eat in your mouth.

It's the best June snow.

Where did he get it?

Maybe she didn't eat for some days. Although the porridge was delicious, she felt full after drinking a few sips and wanted to take the bowl to the kitchen. Thinking that Zhao Jiu had many companions, she gave up the idea again. She picked up the egg and rubbed it in her hand for a long time, knocking the egg shell open.

The egg whites are smooth and the egg yolk is greasy.

It's really delicious!

Fu Tingyun looked at the sunshine shining from the roof and suddenly felt that if time could last forever, how much would it be!

The thought flashed, and the itinerary of the dusk was thought again.

Why do you have to walk at dusk? It’s dark and what road to go? If you are caught as a refugee, wouldn’t it be unfair?

She leaned against the head of the bed.

Should I go back to Huayin or Weinan?

There was a noise outside, with farewell sounds, high or low.

Fu Tingyun looked up and saw Asen hiding beside the statue of Sakyamuni.

She smiled and waved to him: "Didn't you say you've gone to make medicine for me? Why are you back?"

Asen stood there in embarrassment, in a dilemma.

Fu Tingyun smiled: "Don't worry, I won't tell Master Jiu!"

"I'm not afraid!" Asen pouted and refuted her, "It was Master Jiu who asked me to look at you quietly, saying that you wouldn't think about it and do something stupid!"

Fu Tingyun was stunned.

Asen came over.

Seeing the half bowl of porridge she placed on the bedside, she swallowed: "You, why don't you drink porridge? Isn't it cooked well?"

Fu Tingyun thought of the first time he saw Mr. Zhao Jiu, and he was collecting food in the kitchen, so he couldn't help but sit up straight and whispered to Asen: "What did you eat for lunch?"

Asen avoided Fu Tingyun's gaze and patted his stomach and said, "I'm very full! If you don't believe me, please touch my stomach."

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Chapter completed!