My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

After dinner, Huaying was washing dishes while thinking...

Now that I'm here, I'll make the best of it. I have to go around this afternoon to see if there are any ways to make money. Fu Shiyan can't delay any longer...

Her waist-length hair hung in front of her chest, swinging back and forth as she washed the dishes.

I looked down at my tangled black hair and decided to wash it before doing anything else.

She was still wearing the clothes that she had fallen into the water last night. As a modern mysophobe, Huaying couldn't stand the sticky feeling on her body.

There is no rush to make money, take care of yourself first.

Huaying made up her mind and prepared some hot water, then brought it to her room...

Sitting in the bathtub, I found that the original owner had really good skin, white and delicate, slender hands, and shiny black hair, like a well-fed lady...

Fu Shiyan, who was practicing calligraphy in the room, heard the noise coming from next door and frowned slightly.

She didn't seem to remember anything, but he was still keenly aware that she was a little different from before.

An hour later, Huaying felt refreshed after washing up. Wow... this is the real rebirth.

I tidied up the room again and looked around. There was nothing to clean up except the bed and a dark red wardrobe.

The closet contained the original owner's clothes, which were relatively clean. The top was an undergarment, and the bottom was two sets of light blue coarse cloth clothes.

On the bottom layer was a goose yellow dress made of satin material, with exquisite embroidery...

Huaying took down the curtains and bed sheets, washed them, and dried them... then swept the roof and the floor.

He glanced at Fu Shiyan's room, walked over and knocked on the door.

"Give me the dirty clothes and sheets in your room and I'll wash them for you."

"No." A cold voice came from the room.

Jacaranda......

After finishing the housework, Huaying went to find Dongxue next door, wanting to go into the mountains with her to see if there were any mountain products such as mushrooms.

Dongxue saw that Huaying had nothing with her, so she smiled and handed her a backpack like hers.

The two of them chatted and laughed all the way into the mountain, and during the conversation Huaying also got a general understanding of the surrounding situation.

After entering the mountain, they didn't find any mushrooms, but there were wild vegetables everywhere. The two picked a lot of wild vegetables and also collected some firewood.

As the sky gradually darkened, Huaying reluctantly left the forest at the urging of the winter snow, thinking that next time she came, she would definitely look inside to see if there were any mushrooms or something like that.

At this time, Fu Shiyan was writing at home. When he picked up a book and started copying again, he heard a noise from the back window.

A man wearing a black turban came in through the window, bowed, and presented a note with both hands. "Master, there is news from Fu Feng."

Fu Shiyan unfolded the note, read it, and then burned it over the candle flame.

Then he ordered the masked man, "Return to Fu Feng, keep watching."

"Yes." The man in black turned around and tried to jump out of the window to leave.

"Wait, how sure were you that the medicine you gave her last time worked?"

Fu Shiyan sat on the chair, tapping the table lightly with one hand, and looked at the man in black nonchalantly.

The man in black immediately remembered who his master was asking about, and replied, "Master, 60%." He opened his mouth to ask something, but then closed it again.

"Well, let's go back. Watch out for your tail on the road." Fu Shiyan picked up the brush and continued writing.

The man in black bowed and left.

Soon after the man left, the cheerful sound of Huaying was heard in the yard.

"Fu Shiyan, come out and see, I dug up a lot of fresh wild vegetables. Let's have wild vegetable dumpling soup tonight."

Huaying walked towards the kitchen and shouted in the direction of Fu Shiyan's room.

Fu Shiyan, who was copying a book, frowned and ignored her.

Wash and cut the vegetables, stir-fry the wild vegetables, fry a small bowl of eggs, boil water and make two bowls of dumplings, and finally pour the stir-fried vegetables into the pot.

Fu Shiyan's legs needed nutrition, so Huaying put most of the eggs in his bowl when serving the rice.

He brought two bowls of wild vegetable soup to the table and called out again, "Fu Shiyan, it's time to eat."

Fu Shiyan came out and was slightly startled when he saw the bright smile on her face, then walked over slowly.

There were golden eggs, emerald green vegetables, and milky white dough balls the size of soybeans in the bowl on the table. It looked pretty good.

During the meal, Huaying wanted to ask him some questions several times, but he answered her perfunctorily. Realizing that she seemed unwelcome, Huaying stopped asking him questions.

After dinner, Huaying got up to wash the dishes, then boiled water for washing, while Fu Shiyan returned to the room to continue copying books.

He looked through the window, looking at Huaying's busy figure in the twilight. He fell into deep thought as he saw how skillfully she washed the dishes.

While boiling water, Huaying was also complaining about Fu Shiyan, thinking, "Aren't you aloof? And you're eating the food I cooked."

I thought he was introverted and didn't like to talk, but it turned out that he hated himself.

Forget it, after all, he is my lifesaver. I will leave here after repaying his kindness.

As night falls, the bright moon in the sky illuminates the earth, and moonlight shines through the window.

Huaying, lying on the bed, couldn't sleep because of the bright moonlight. She thought that when she had money, she would buy curtains first, and then a new table and stool...

As she thought about it, she gradually fell asleep.

Fu Shiyan, who was next door, looked at the moonlight outside the window and thought of the bizarre fire in the Prime Minister's Mansion a month ago, and the killer hiding in the darkness and killing everyone...

Thinking of his mother deliberately holding a servant of the same age as him, looking around for him, he shouted loudly on purpose.

"Don't kill my son, keep him alive..."

Hiding behind the rockery, he watched with his own eyes as the white feather arrows shot into his mother's chest.

Before his death, his father gave him a jade pendant, stroked his face and said to him:

"Yan'er...you must live well. This jade pendant...is a token of recognition for the warriors that your father has trained for many years...find...Zuo...remember...to take revenge...

Trapped in memories, Fu Shiyan clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, and a creepy hostility emanated from his whole body.

His eyes were bloodshot due to forbearance...At this moment he was like a bloodthirsty wolf.