Zheng San went to the hall of the southern room, and Fu Tingyun sat on the big kang next to the window, looking at the letter through the light of the window lattice.

In just a few breaths, her face changed drastically.

Yu Wei, who served next to him, couldn't help but feel anxious.

Master Jiu once said that he would come back in early March. Calculate the day, and it should be here in the past few days. If you have anything to say, you can't come back and see your wife, but you will ask an adult to bring a letter to your wife...

Her head turned rapidly.

Could it be that Master Jiu is outside? Now he is coming back, so he has to report that his wife has passed by Minglu...

Yu Wei couldn't help but observe Fu Tingyun carefully.

Fu Tingyun frowned, and her rosy face seemed to be hit by frost, becoming paler and paler, and there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead...

She no longer cared about the magnanimity of the master and servant, and said anxiously: "Madam, Madam, what did Master Jiu write in the letter?"

Fu Tingyun raised his head, and the corners of his eyes flashed with water: "He said that they discovered the whereabouts of the Tartars near Xuanfu after the New Year. Mo Yi personally led his troops out of the suppression several times but failed. He and Mo Yi both felt that this was strange, and they were afraid that the Tartars would take the opportunity to invade when they were away and decided to postpone the time to enter Beijing..."

It turns out to be for this!

The rain couldn't help but breathe a long sigh.

Fu Tingyun was surprised and said unhappy: "There may be a war in Xuanfu!"

Yuwei then realized it and said, "Then, that Jiu Master will not have anything to do, right?"

"Who knows!" Fu Tingyun said, and his heart tensed tightly again, "That person Jiuye... has never reported good news to me. Look at the past two years he has been to Xuanfu. When did he talk about the war? If he hadn't been able to return as scheduled this time, I'm afraid he wouldn't have told me the same as before..." At this point, her heart felt sad, and tears rolled in her eyes.

"The Ninth Master must be fine," Yu Wei hurriedly comforted her, "The Ninth Master is so good, even the emperor praised him. How many people are his opponents? Besides, Master Mo is the general. If there are Tartars attacking, Master Mo should be the general leader..."

"You have been in this family for several years," Fu Tingjun said, "Didn't you see the temper of Master Jiu? Is he the kind of person who hides behind others when he encounters danger? It's better if he doesn't take the initiative to face the enemy!"

Yuwei thought about it carefully and it was really the case!

"Then, what should I do?" she said uneasy.

It’s beyond the reach... Fu Tingyun doesn’t know what to do!

Her tears fell.

Pearl replied through the curtain: "Zheng San is here!"

Fu Tingyun hurriedly wiped his tears, and was supported by Yuwei, and got up and went to the hall.

Zheng San was wandering around there. When he saw Fu Tingyun, he hurriedly met him.

"Madam," he bowed his hands, his expression seemed a little solemn, "Mr. He said, the Xuanfu may be going to fight..."

"I already know." Fu Tingjun signaled Zheng San to sit down and talk, "Jiu Master has already written in the letter. What else did Lord He say?"

After Fu Tingyun sat down, Zheng San sat halfway on the chair of the Grand Master: "Mr. He also said that according to the convention, the General Mansion of Gansu has changed the general. Those Mongols must gather troops to Jiayuguan to try the ability of the new general. However, after Mr. He went to Zhangye this time, Jiayuguan had no movement. Instead, in Xuanfu, Datong discovered the whereabouts of the Mongols or the Tartars from time to time. The emperor had already appointed General Mo as the governor of Xuanda, to control Xuanfu, and Datong's troops..."

Fu Tingyun gritted her teeth after hearing this.

This Zhao Ling is already in a tense situation, and he still wrote in the letter, "If everything goes well, maybe you can go back before Brother Xi'er's first year ceremony"...

She couldn't help but say harshly: "What else did Lord He say?"

Zheng San felt a little confused about Fu Tingyun's anger, but he still said respectfully: "Mr. He's father passed away three years ago. Lord He is the eldest son and wants to take over his father's position as commander of Yulin Guard. He originally wanted to ask Marquis Yingchuan to help him say hello to the Ministry of Personnel, but who knew that Marquis Yingchuan refused politely, and said that if it was really difficult, it would be better to invite our Jiu Master to come forward. Lord He went to Xuanfu. Just in case of this, Master Jiu asked him to bring some things to his family and also took his own famous post to Lord He, so that Lord He would have any difficulties, so he could find Lord Qin..."

Fu Tingyun was slightly stunned.

The He family is the hereditary commander, and He Xiulin is the eldest son, so he should inherit it according to the rules. However, the attack position is divided into two types: the difference and the difference. The difference means the actual position, the difference, and the difference is just the treatment of the attack position. If you want to attack the position of the attack position, you have to go to the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of War.

For Yingchuan Hou, this was a complete slaughter.

He Xiulin was once the assistant minister of Ganzhou Guards and his former subordinates. He actually pushed them all... It can be seen that he made up his mind to live in a corner and no longer cared about these things outside.

Qin Feiyu is the emperor's favorite minister. Zhao Ling introduced He Xiulin to Qin Feiyu. Qin Feiyu would probably report to the emperor... It would be better if this happened or not, it was the emperor's grace.

Fu Tingyun ordered Yuwei: "You go to Mrs. Mo's place to see if there is any news about Mrs. Mo's place?"

The rain left in response.

Fu Tingyun was thinking about his thoughts on the big-looking pillow.

Mrs. Mo was born into a general's family, and the Mo family has many children in the army. If she was willing to do so, she should know it soon.

A few days later, Mrs. Mo handed over a letter: "Xuan Tong started fighting..."

For Fu Tingyun, such news is naturally a day and night and can't sleep. But for the people of Kyoto, it's just a topic for breakfast, and for those women in the deep boudoir, it's a completely negligible thing.

Fan asked Mo Zhuan to turn off the lamp and put down the tent. The tent became dark, and then she opened the small red sandalwood box in her hand.

A cloud of light appeared in the tent.

"Ah!" Mo Zhuan exclaimed in a low voice, "It's so beautiful!" Then he said enviously, "The eldest young master really loves the young grandma!"

Fan kept silent, covered his mouth and smiled, and his eyebrows were filled with deep joy: "It was given by a friend, he didn't want it at first, but later I thought that I was bored at home and took it back and said I would play with it..."

"Grandma," Mo Zhuan exclaimed again, "There is no one in the world who treats young grandma better than the eldest master! Just because he was afraid that the young grandma would be bored, he took the priceless night pearl for you to play with..."

Fan smiled.

There were soft footsteps outside.

Fan frowned slightly.

Mo Zhuan heard this and shouted loudly: "Who is it? Didn't I say that the young grandma wants to raise her baby, and no one is allowed to break in without authorization!" The voice was filled with deep displeasure.

"Mo, Sister Mo Zhuan," the little maid's voice was filled with fear, "Yes, Aunt Wu from the backyard, mothers asked, what should I do with this clothes?"

It's already March, and according to the rules, the people in the mansion should have added summer clothes. The aunt has two more sets of clothes than the first-class maid.

Fan's face collapsed as he heard this and closed the box with a "bang".

The tent immediately became invisible.

"It's really a disappointment!" Fan's faint voice came from the tent, "Put up the tent!"

"Yes!" Mo Zhuan didn't dare to be negligent and hurriedly got up and hung up the tent.

The bright light shone in, making Fan's skin look better than snow.

She reached out her hand.

Mo Zhuan hurriedly helped her get out of the bed.

"Let's go to the backyard."

Mo Zhuan glanced at Fan in surprise, quickly lowered his eyelids and replied, "Yes".

The little maid who came to show her back cried in anxiety: "Grandma, Grandma..."

"Why are you crying?" Fan laughed softly, "If you are worried, just follow me." After that, he turned around and left the inner room.

The little maid was in a dilemma. She looked at Fan's back as she was away, thought for a while, and chased after him.

Fan did not enter the wing room where Aunt Wu lived, but stood on the steps in front of the wing room. Looking at Aunt Wu, who stood at the stairs with his hands hanging down, looked at Aunt Wu, who was flat-bellied and looked at the maid, daughter-in-law, and mother-in-law who was called by Mo Zhuan, and stood in the yard with a low eyebrows. He said in a low voice, "Rules are rules. No matter what, Aunt Wu was also carried in by the Yu family in sedan chair. It was the Yu family's serious concubine. According to the rules, he would have anything to do. Today, someone actually asked me how to do the clothes on Aunt Wu's side?" She said, her eyes swept past an old woman wearing a lilac cocoon silk. "From today, I will never want to hear anyone ask such a question again! If I still hear it, she will not have to be a worker in my yard. Everyone understands it!"

All the maids, daughters-in-law, and the mother-in-law bent their knees should be "yes", while Aunt Wu standing seems particularly abrupt.

Fan's eyes fell on Aunt Wu.

"You should be caring about the eldest son's flesh and blood, and you should be careful to cultivate yourself." Her expression was solemn, with a little sharpness. "It's just two sets of clothes. You don't have to try your best to find out about me like this. I'm not a harsh person. If you have such a thing in the future, just ask your close maid to ask Mo Zhuan. Don't do such a petty thing again. Not only will it lose my face, but it also makes the eldest son dislike it."

Aunt Wu looked at Fan in surprise.

She was saying that the mother asked her what kind of preparation to make summer clothes for her because she was instructed by her?

"Grandma," this matter is big or small. To put it in small things, it is because of my humble origin and shallow eyes. To put it in big things, it is because I rely on my pregnancy to seek credit. Aunt Wu couldn't help but argue, "I didn't ask someone to ask about doing Xia Yi..."

Before she could speak, the woman in lilac clothes was already excited and kneeled in front of Fan: "Young grandma, it's all the old slave who is confused. Seeing that there is no one serving by Aunt Wu, she was encouraged by Aunt Wu to come to the young grandma to talk. Please forgive me this time!" As she said that, she kowtowed her head.

"You..." Aunt Wu just felt ashamed that she had become someone else's concubine and did not dare to speak with confidence without any reason. She was not stupid. She looked at the old woman who kowtowed to Fan, and her whole body was trembling with anger, and her eyes fell on Fan involuntarily.

Fan was lamenting how such a clever woman had been in the middle of her life and was still working in the needle money room, but she felt a look that seemed to have insight into the world.

She couldn't help but turn around and looked at Aunt Wu's eyes.

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