[Strategy of Yanxi Palace] Another year of spring

Fucha Mansion.

In the first lunar month, the silver charcoal was still burning vigorously on the stove, and the warm fragrance was scattered in the room, but the servants in the corridor were all silent, walking back and forth in a hurry, exchanging anxious eyes with each other, a kind of decadent The atmosphere of silence enveloped the entire house.

Outside the corridor of the main courtyard, the big girl next to the old lady walked hurriedly with her head down, and met Shi Chun outside the hanging flower gate.

"Fourth Young Madam." She bowed her head and saluted.

"Well," Shi Chun replied a little tiredly, looked at her, and asked, "Is this the medicine of Er Niang today?"

The girl said yes.

She lowered her head and heard a sigh above her head, and then someone took the tray in her hand.

"Let me do it."

The girl waited for her to take a step before she dared to raise her eyes to take a look. She only had time to catch a glimpse of the young lady's haggard side face. She lowered her eyes, unable to bear to look again, and followed behind.

When Shichun stepped into Zhang Jia's house, besides the perennial sandalwood in the house, there was also the smell of medicine that became more and more intense in recent days, bitter and ominous, depressing.

The nanny who was guarding the room came up to meet her, her face was equally haggard: "Young madam is here."

Shi Chun nodded to her, two low coughs came from the bed, her complexion changed, and she walked over.

"Emiang, it's time to drink the medicine."

Zhang Jia was stuck in the bed, staring at the top of the bed with her eyes open, moved when she heard the words, glanced sideways, saw the medicine in Shichun's hand, and then smiled bleakly: "It's not really sick." Yes, why bother?"

As if he didn't understand what she said, Shi Chun stretched out his hand to straighten her quilt: "Then drink it later, and let them cook it again."

Zhang Jiashi smiled with a small arc and a hint of irony. She sat up and stretched out her hand: "Forget it, give it to me."

Shi Chun lowered his eyes and obediently handed her the medicine bowl in his hand.

Zhang Jia drank it all in one gulp, and when he handed the medicine bowl to Shi Chun, he suddenly said, "Do you regret it? Back then I supported him to go to Jinchuan."

The hand that received the medicine bowl trembled, but fortunately there was no medicine soup left in it, Shi Chun gave the bowl to the servants waiting behind him, and then raised his eyes to meet Shang Zhang Jia's eyes.

Zhang Jiashi looked at her steadfastly, as if she wanted an answer, those cloudy eyes looked so sharp at this moment, like two drops of ink embedded in a pale stone statue, it looked a little creepy.

Shi Chun gently helped her to lie back, she didn't speak, but Zhang Jia knew that this question was meaningless.

She closed her eyes, heard the young daughter-in-law get up and leave, and suddenly said: "You, Ama, he is right. From now on, the Fucha family will be handed over to you. Thank you for your hard work."

This time she heard her youngest daughter-in-law's voice, a little hoarse: "Emiang, don't worry."

When Shi Chun stepped out the door, he heard a long sigh coming from behind him.

She looked up at the sky, the sky was gray, and the dawn could not be seen at a glance.

Blinking her eyes, she stepped forward and asked about Fu Longan's situation.

Ruyi followed closely behind: "The young master is very good today, he didn't run out, and asked his servants to read to him for a day in the room."

Shi Chun nodded, and Que Ning said from the other side: "Young Madam, there are a few more greeting cards today, what should I do?"

"All rejected." Shi Chun said flatly, and walked through the corridor: "Let's just say that the family is praying for the fourth young master recently. If there is anything else, let's talk about it after he comes back."

Que Ning's eyes turned red immediately, she suppressed her emotions, and replied: "Yes, this servant knows, so I'll give you an order."

When Shi Chun walked into Fu Long'an's room, he heard his voice through a curtain: "Nurse, they all said that Ama will not come back, is it true?"

The nurse's panicked voice came out: "Young master, who told you these words?"

Fu Longan said: "They all say that Ama is dead...the wet nurse and grandmother are sick, and there is something wrong with Er Niang. The servants are all saying, I...I'm a little scared."

The nurse opened her mouth distressedly, not knowing what to say, a voice came from the door, gentle and relieved:

"Silly boy, what are you talking about?"

Shi Chun walked in, with a warm smile on his face, looking at Fu Long'an who looked a little panicked, leaned over and stretched out his hand: "Come on, Bao'er, come to Er Niang."

The titles she uttered are often the expression of her love for her son when mothers and children get along with each other in the past. At this moment, nothing can make Fulongan feel more at ease than this tenderness. In her arms, she buried her face on her shoulders and neck, and said in a low voice, "Er Niang, you haven't come to teach me how to read recently, I... I just..."

Shi Chun reached out and hugged him tightly, stood up and hugged him to the kang table: "Isn't my grandmother sick recently, Erniang was worried about her health and went to take care of her grandmother, Fulongan is a little man now, so I can't be so clingy to Erniang gone."

"Okay," Fu Long'an agreed with some reluctance. He sat on Shichun's lap, looked up at Er Niang's face, and tried cautiously: "Er Niang, when will Ama come back?"

The smile on Shi Chun's face remained unchanged, and he looked at him: "I miss Ama, Ama is fighting the bad guys, and he can come back when he defeats the bad guys."

"Ama can come back, right?"

When Shichun met his son's shining eyes, he paused for breath, suppressed the raging killing intent and anger in his chest, and then showed a natural smile, and reached out to touch Fu Long'an's face:

"Yes, that's right, Amma will definitely come back."

Fulong was convinced, smiled and climbed down her lap, and asked people to continue reading to him. When Shichun raised her eyes, her face had changed from the gentleness just now to frost-like coldness. She glanced sideways expressionlessly. Ruyi and Que Ning, the two big girls nodded in understanding and backed out.

This night the two older girls went back to the fourth room, Shi Chun sat in the room and looked over.

"Young Madam, all the servants in the mansion are in the yard, basically they are the maids who do chores, a few third-class maids, and two servants from the outer courtyard. There are also two servants in the young master's yard. A second-class girl, it is said that she was lazily gossiping on the rockery, and was heard by the young master who was playing hide-and-seek inside."

Shi Chun looked at them indifferently: "In the yard?"

"Yes." The two girls said.

"Put it in the woodshed for two days and not allow a single drop of water, then sell it all, don't disturb the old lady and the young master."

Ruyi was about to step back after hearing her words, but Shichun said again: "Tell Ren Yazi, I don't want to see these people in the capital again."

Ruyi paused, answered yes, and went out.

After Ruyi stepped back, Shichun stretched out his hand to support his forehead, and sighed softly.

"Young Madam." Que Ning stepped forward to massage the acupuncture points on her head.

Shi Chun closed his eyes slightly, and a trace of fragility appeared between his brows: "I didn't expect that people in the house would be panicked so soon. You heard what the child said today, and his Ama's matter won't be kept secret for long."

"It's just a loss of news. People in the capital are used to making trouble out of nothing. Don't worry too much." Que Ning said worriedly.

"Yeah, if I hadn't heard the news clearly that life and death were uncertain, seeing the battle in the capital, I really thought it was... that's all." She couldn't say that word, and waved her hand to signal Que Ning to stop : "Now the whole capital feels that the Fucha family is broken, but the more proud they are, the less I can let them see the joke."

She reached out to caress the jade swallow on her head - it was given to her by Fu Heng, and straightened her back.

"They all said he was dead," she looked up at Que Ning, her bright eyes and long eyelashes were filled with sharp and sharp coldness, which made Que Ning's back faintly covered with a thin layer of cold sweat. Fortunately, her The young lady quickly moved away the trembling gaze, and Shi Chun looked towards the door, as if she saw the maliciousness surging towards this family under the sky through there, she muttered to herself, but Every word seems to carry a weight and chill like a thousand weights, which makes people subconsciously shocked: "As long as I don't see his body for a day, then he must still be alive. And the person who blasphemed my husband will be killed." Be prepared to bear the wrath of the entire Fucha family."

The young lady never does what she says, and Chinning always knows it.

And soon, the entire capital will also know the fate of triggering Fucha's thunderous wrath.

The fate of Fucha's family and the unknown of Fucha's life and death have aroused sympathy and joy from almost all Manchurian families, but the people in Manchuria still remember wearing a mask of hypocrisy and use it on every occasion. The sympathetic and caring tone sent comfort to Mrs. Fucha, the fourth young lady who is currently in charge of communicating with people.

Under the comforting guidance from the palace, the warmth of harmony and mutual assistance seems to have continued until it was soon broken by the restless people, revealing the cold and cruel nature inside.

When the carriage came to a sudden stop, Shi Chun, who was sitting in the carriage to reconcile the accounts, subconsciously leaned forward, and the tea on the small table spilled a few drops with the violent turbulence of the carriage, wetting a corner of the account book.

She frowned, and the servants outside the carriage asked angrily, "Who is on the other side? How could they suddenly jump out of the side road? If the carriage collides and the nobles in the carriage are damaged, you cannot bear the responsibility!"

The coachman on the other side didn't seem to feel guilty at all, and said confidently, "Are you blind? This is the carriage of Niu Hulu's family. Hurry up and get out of the way."

Hearing that the Niu Hulu family's carriage was on the opposite side, the servants hesitated for a moment, wondering if they should go hard. After all, the young master's life and death are uncertain now. The Fucha family is supposed to be in a low period, so it is impossible to say if there is any conflict with the Niu Hulu family. Knowing whether there would be any serious consequences, he subconsciously waited for the young lady in the car to make a decision.

But before the young lady in the carriage opened her mouth, Ruyi, the eldest girl beside her, came out of the carriage, fixed her eyes on the opposite carriage, and after seeing the arrogant expression of the driver, she sneered and raised her voice, "Open your eyes!" Your eyes can see clearly that the Fucha clan emblem is here, even Niu Hulu's family shouldn't be so imposing. Sitting in the car is the young wife of the Fucha clan, who is the second-rank imperial order of the emperor. How can you allow it? The servant is contemptuous!"

This is a bustling commercial street. Two luxurious carriages were blocked in the middle of the road. The drama of the two servants fighting attracted the attention of many people.

Shi Chun thought it was inappropriate to make things worse, and ordered his servants to come out and let the other side pass first. At this moment, a domineering male voice came: "Oh? Fucha? Since it is the carriage of Fucha's family, I can't let it go. Go forward!"

The coachman on the other side agreed, swaggering and driving the carriage past Fucha's carriage.

The two carriages were getting closer and closer, and when they were about to parallel, a proud word floated from the opposite side:

"Fu Cha's family has collapsed. Fu Cha Fu Heng will never come back in all likelihood. It's not that he's making trouble. It's just that the world is impermanent. If you are too proud, you will be struck by lightning. Please express your condolences, Young Madam."

That's right, the people on the opposite side have already judged from the maid who got out of the carriage that this carriage is a young lady from the Fucha family.

It's just that he didn't expect that he just happened to meet Fu Heng's wife, but even so, he probably wouldn't have the slightest concern.

The person in the carriage was Neqin's only son, Niu Hulu Duowang, a well-known dandy in Beijing.

Fu Heng took over Neqin's position to decide the battle of Jinchuan, but Neqin was first dismissed and sent to Beiying to serve, and then was escorted back to Beijing. He was imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs just after entering the capital a few days ago. The empress dowager also tried to intercede, but this time the emperor's anger was unavoidable. Although the punishment of negligence has not been given, the order to kill chickens and monkeys has almost been ordered, and there is no turning back.

Due to this, Duowang hated Fu Heng, who took over the position of Neqin. As early as many years ago, when he was covered by Fucha Fu Heng's brilliance, he hated and envied him. quiet.But the biggest umbrella, Ama, was rejected by the emperor because of Jin Chuan, who is a shit. As we all know, Fucha Fu Heng is the emperor's confidant, and he relies heavily on discussing political affairs. He even thinks that Fu Heng deliberately pre-arranged Neqin's death in order to replace Ama.Under such circumstances, when he heard that Fucha Fu Heng's life and death in Jinchuan were uncertain, Duowang just wanted to look up to the sky and laugh for a while, thinking that God really opened his eyes. If he was allowed to be buried with Ama, Ama would be happy if he wanted to come.

New and old grudges added to his body, so he couldn't help but step forward to provoke when he saw a carriage with the Fucha clan emblem on the street. In his opinion, the Fucha family used to cover the sky with only one hand, but it was because of the support of meritorious and old ministers And the empress siblings who are deeply loved by the emperor, but now the big tree has fallen, empress Fucha is dead, Fu Heng died in the battlefield in all likelihood, and the Fucha clan has long since collapsed. There is no right to show off in front of the Niu Hulu family. Even if these women can't stand it and dare to go to the palace to complain, the big deal is that they will be reprimanded by the emperor. Killing chickens to make an example to monkeys, what else can he do to his only son?

Of course, the premise of these assumptions is that the woman in the carriage has the courage to dare to sue. In fact, Duowang never thinks that they dare. Women are timid, and women without pillars are even more timid. If they are smarter and realize the status quo, He shouldn't have the guts to provoke the Niu Hulu family.

The wheels of the carriage were rolling on the ground, and the spectators were about to disperse in disappointment, when suddenly a young girl shouted loudly from the carriage in front of her, "Stop!"

Niu Hulu's servants naturally ignored it, but the carriage had to stop at this moment.

A group of guards armed with knives stopped their carriage.

Duowang raised the curtain impatiently, and looked at the opposite side with a cold smile.

Another girl came out of the car, got out of the car and looked at this side with a sneer, while leading a horse guarded by the rear of the convoy, climbed up and rode away.

Duowang licked his lips, but suddenly felt that the two girls from Fucha's family were pretty.

A hand protruded from the curtain of the carriage, the curtain was lifted, and the person sitting in the carriage revealed his true face. Sitting inside, his eyes were filled with a faint smile. Ice-like shade.

Duowang was startled subconsciously, before he could recover from the beauty on his face, he saw the expression of the person opposite him clearly, in an instant, tiny goosebumps crawled up his back, before he could react , the opposite person's lips moved slightly, and a word fell into the air, softly, faintly, but wetly covered with a cold hostility.

"beat."

Then, without any warning, the world turned upside down. One moment he was leaning against the inner wall of the carriage to vent his anger with malice, and the next second his forehead was on the ground. Bent, but not let go, the steel-like arm is wrapped around the neck, and the callused fingers are not far from the place where the warm blood flows.His knees were kicked with such force that they could crush people's bones. Duowang staggered to his knees, and when his knees touched the ground, he made a toothache bone shattering sound, and then he was humiliated by someone kneeling on the ground. The posture was fixed, the head was forced to touch the ground, and the pain in the knee was so painful that he almost lost consciousness.

Only then did he hear the screams and howls around him. Apparently, the attendants who came to help his young master were also knocked down, and his personal servant fell not far away. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the palm of his hand showed The distorted appearance, the palm was apparently interrupted by someone.

No!This can never be a simple servant guard!Such a cruel method, such an outrageous force!This is a soldier!Fucha's family even raised private soldiers!

Duowang's head was suddenly lifted. He lay down on the ground and looked at the people in the opposite carriage. He couldn't feel any contempt or other thoughts at the moment. He stared at her tearfully, but the young woman looked at her coldly. His injury, for a long while, gently pulled out a smile.

Shi Chun looked at him, and already guessed the identity of the people on the ground, she looked away dully, and glanced at the subdued servants on the ground, and found that the anger that had risen in vain in her chest still hadn't subsided.

So she sneered, watched the guard step on Duowang's back and made him crouch down again in embarrassment, and said coldly:

"The one who is blind is you."