After the family fell, I wanted to lie down

After the carriage was inspected, Yingge did not sit back, but said to Liu Ziheng, "Why don't you get off the carriage and take a walk? I feel much better now."

Liu Ziheng did not resist her words at all. He asked Xiao Taohong to get on the carriage and go back to tell Xue first, while he walked slowly along the street with Yingge.

"After a while I won't take the bus anymore and will continue to run to school."

"I didn't understand you before, but now I know. It turns out that you run to exercise your body. No wonder your martial arts skills have improved so quickly."

The two were walking and chatting when they suddenly heard a commotion ahead and faint sounds of crying.

"Dad of the Zhu family, you can't go. We can't afford to offend those people."

It turned out that there were seven or eight people surrounding a middle-aged man and talking about something. The man was crying bitterly and was about to break free from the restraints and rush forward.

"What should I do with my Sanniu? Ah, wuwu..."

After hearing the number three years, Yingge stopped moving forward.

"Dear father of the Zhu family, someone from the capital has come. Now everyone is under their control."

"I heard from them that the person is no longer in the prison...So don't go and make a scene, or you might get arrested too."

When the man heard this, he became even more sorrowful. He staggered and looked dazed. He just kept muttering, "I want to go find my Sanniu. I want to go find my Sui'er." As he spoke, he was half-dragged and half-carried away by someone else.

Liu Ziheng carefully protected Yingge, fearing that she would be accidentally knocked down by someone.

Yingge stood behind him and heard others pointing and talking.

"Who is that?"

"Oh, I heard that my son was arrested as an assassin, and my daughter was chosen..."

"Oh my God, I heard that the official from Beijing this time is Zhang Zhe. If this person falls into his hands, how can he be good?"

Liu Ziheng saw the crowd dispersed a little and said, "Brother Yingzi, let's go."

As Yingge walked, he continued the previous topic, "I'll find time to ask my martial arts master when I can get a weapon again."

Liu Ziheng wanted to persuade him but couldn't open his mouth, so he could only say, "Brother Yingzi will get better soon, and his martial arts will improve even more after he gets better."

Not long after walking, I passed by the stall of the fish seller. "Auntie, I want to buy two fish."

The woman saw that it was her and exclaimed, "Little brother, long time no see..."

Yingge had always called her aunt or elder sister and had never introduced herself. The two of them were like familiar strangers. Yingge knew that the woman must know, but she didn't know whether she was sure that he was the poor son-in-law of the Liu family.

"Hehe, big sister hasn't forgotten either."

The woman deftly skewered two fish and handed them over. Liu Ziheng quickly took them and paid for them. Yingge waved to the woman and signaled to leave.

"Stop fighting." the woman said from a distance.

Hmm? Yingge was a little confused and looked back to see another guest standing in front of the woman.

Maybe it was said to others.

"No more fighting," said the customer as he picked the fish.

They were probably discussing what happened between him and Chen Junhe, so Yingge looked away indifferently.

"Hey, have you heard that the Lantern Festival on the 15th of this year is not allowed to be held. They said they want to catch the murderer."

"Oh, I'm afraid business will be bad again."

"Maybe it's a good thing. Closing the business is only temporary. If those people are involved, I'll end up in jail. That's too dangerous."

Yingge and Liu Ziheng walked away gradually, and from a distance they saw Xue and Xiao Taohong leaning against the door and looking at them.

When she saw Yingge, Xue came up to her happily, but then she complained that she had walked back, asking her if she was tired, and whether she had lost weight, become darker, and so on.

"Mom, I was only away for three days."

"Three days. Three days is also a long time."

Just as the two were about to go back, Chen Junhe's servant, Xiaocheng, ran over with a few paper bags. "Our young master knew that Young Master Yingge would be back today, so he specially asked me to come and see him."

Although the matter has been resolved, Chen Junhe is still being kept under house arrest by his elders. It seems that the Chen family is going to send him to study in another place, and they don't intend to let him have any contact with Yingge anymore. But Chen Junhe obviously has different ideas, and asks Xiaocheng to send him things every now and then.

Xiaocheng put the things down, and Xue didn't refuse, just asked Xiao Taohong to keep them. But Xiaocheng didn't leave, but stood aside and said to Yingge, "My young master has already done what we agreed to do last time, and the time is set in these few days. Does Young Master Yingge have any other opinions?"

This pair of codes means that the last incident was Chunqiao's matter. "Your young master's idea is very good, there is no need to improve it. There is no problem on my side."

When Xiaocheng heard her say this, he smiled and replied, realizing that he was being rude, so he left.

Xue advised, "That's the right thing to do. You should be responsible for your own affairs and not make decisions based on others' opinions. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, you will be blamed by others. It's not worth it."

Yingge replied that she understood.

Xue's mother stroked her head and said, "My son is obedient. No matter what I cook tonight, he will wake up laughing."

Little peach blossoms were running around in the yard, and bursts of fragrance came from the kitchen.

"The mooncakes are ready. Can I have one to try?"

"Eat, it's okay, but don't eat too much, or you won't be able to eat later."

Yingge sat in the room waiting for dinner. She concentrated and sat quietly for a while. Suddenly, she picked up the pen on the table and started writing.

Xiao Taohong was peeking out of the door, preparing to call Yingge to eat mooncakes. "Hey, Master, you are reading again." Just as she was about to run away, Yingge called her.

"Give this to Master Ziheng, and have him ask someone to pass it to Master Fu Zijing." Yingge folded the letter she had just written, blew away the ink that had not yet dried, and then put it into an envelope.

Xiao Taohong placed the other half of the mooncake on the table, picked up the mooncake that she had already taken a few bites of, and ran out with the letter.

Yingge looked at the mooncake on the table, slowly picked it up and took a few bites.

It began to drizzle as evening approached. In the deep courtyard of the Fu family, a man was walking on a path holding an oil umbrella and came to a hall with lush branches and leaves and full of green bamboos.

The lights in the hall were on, illuminating a young man sitting elegantly at a desk. In front of the window, a cluster of beautiful bamboos were blooming in bright red, and the rain was rustling. The man and the scene looked like a painting of a beautiful woman sleeping drunk.

The man put away the umbrella in his hand, revealing a handsome face. He was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. A pretty maid stepped forward, took the umbrella, put it aside, bowed and called out "Young Master Zi Yan".

Fu Ziyan stood in the corridor and did not go in, but shouted loudly, "Zijing came out to watch the rain."

Fu Zijing sat there motionless, saying only, "Rain is to be appreciated, not to be looked at."

Fu Zijing took the initiative to walk forward a few steps and said, "So what are you doing?"

It was a little chilly on a rainy day, so Fu Zijing put on his outer coat. There were piles of books on the desk in front of him, and a few lamps were placed on other places. In his hand was a letter from Yingge that Liu Ziheng had sent to him.

"I'm reading the letter sent by Yingge." This sentence was a reply to Fu Ziyan.

"Oh, I get it. It's the Yingge who made you spend a lot of money just to make her laugh." After saying that, he burst into laughter.

Fu Zijing didn't laugh nor get angry, he said calmly, "It's her." It seemed that he didn't feel Fu Ziyan's teasing and bad taste at all.

So what if the Fu family members are into homosexuality? Aren’t they ashamed of it?

Fu Ziyan felt a little bored, so he leaned over and asked, "What does the letter say?" Without waiting for Fu Zijing to answer, he said, "Oh, I came here to tell you that the government office has posted a notice saying that the Lantern Festival will not be held this year. If any family wants to hold it, please do as you wish."

This was actually something that was expected. After all, Lu Gongqing was assassinated and the officials were busy investigating it. If they held a lantern festival to attract the public, it would be a big problem. Besides, the officials in the capital were still there, and if they were dissatisfied and reported it to the court, it would be troublesome.

"In that case, then let's talk about that matter..." Fu Zijing put down the letter in his hand before he finished speaking.

"Then our Spring Garden will have to be held even more. If we don't have enough manpower, we can ask other families for help."

"Hey, it's already like this, you still want to hold it?"

"Why not? Didn't the government say that each family can do as they please? That means they agree to it."

"That's just polite words, do you believe it?"

"You are wrong again. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a night for family reunion and folk entertainment. It is natural and natural. How could the government interfere?"

"Mr. Lu died, and it's not a national funeral, so don't we have to hold this?"

"Oh, what you said is so cruel. If the government knew about this, they would applaud. It would be like a national mourning. Who can bear this?"

"I have made up my mind. I will go and report this to my grandfather and father now."

"In this case, if the lantern festival in Mo City is not held, then my Chunyuan will hold it. Wouldn't it be very lively?"

Fu Zijing did not answer him, but the result was predictable. There must be a lot of people. He stood up and called the maid, took the umbrella that had just been put down, and the maid took out a belt from somewhere and helped him tie it up.

Fu Ziyan leaned against the window and glanced at the letter that Fu Zijing had just read. He saw a few lines of handwriting scribbled on the content of the letter.

"I heard that Master Zijing is interested in the Lantern Festival. I wonder if Yingge can go and watch it..."

Fu Ziyan could only say this in a hurry, while Fu Zijing had already packed everything.

"Grandfather likes rain, so he must be watching the rain right now. He will definitely ask someone to play the piano. Let's go now, otherwise it will be too late and we will have to wait for a long time."

Fu Ziyan was thinking at this moment, "That Yingge, she sent someone to deliver an envelope. Ordinary people can't easily enter the Fu Mansion, so there must be no invitation. What's more, it's the Spring Garden where the Lantern Festival is held. Is this letter today asking for an invitation? Even if Zijing doesn't plan to hold it, he will probably think about it."

Retracting their thoughts, the maid held up the umbrella, Fu Ziyan picked up the lamp on the table, Fu Zijing took the umbrella, and the two brothers walked towards the backyard.