[Strategy of Yanxi Palace] Another year of spring

Chapter 14

The sixth year of Qianlong was probably an eventful time for everyone in the deep palace.

Fu Heng held a piece of snow-white fur in his hand, examined it carefully, and discovered the clue.

He glanced at Hai Lancha, who was undoubtedly beside him, and asked, "Are you sure she said it belonged to Xueqiu?"

Hai Lancha nodded: "That's right, Miss Yingluo asked me before that I was going to snowball, otherwise what else could it be?"

"Oh, but this woman is really cruel."

Hai Lancha shook her head with lingering fear on her face.

Fu Heng looked at him helplessly.

It's really calculated and I don't know.

He stared at the fur on his hand again.

Since it wasn't Snowball's, what about the dog?

"Fucha bodyguard."

Unexpectedly, Wei Yingluo saw Fu Heng who was waiting for her at the gate of Changchun Palace with a solemn face.

Not unexpected.

Ever since Mammy Liu recognized that the jade pendant left by her sister belonged to the noble son of Fucha's family, she deliberately approached Fucha Fu Heng.

She told her rationally that this incident must have a close relationship with him, and the murderer may even be this sanctimonious person.But as she got to know Fu Heng more and more, the balance in her heart kept swinging, and she began to hope that the murderer was not him.

"Miss Yingluo."

Holding the piece of white leather in his hand, Fu Heng has been waiting for a long time.

There were many people in the palace, and he stood here with such an eye-catching person, which had already attracted the attention of many palace people who came and went. Fortunately, this was the Changchun Palace, and there was a sufficient explanation for the place he often set foot on.

"Is this piece of skin really Snowball's skin?"

Fu Heng asked.

"Otherwise? Where else can the servant find an identical piece of leather?"

Fu Heng scanned her expression with his eyes, and keenly noticed a little bit of qi deficiency on her face.

He said coldly: "Really? Xueqiu's body is white and flawless, but this piece of leather has flaws. How do you explain that?"

Wei Yingluo's body trembled.

"Where is Snowball? What is your intention in giving this piece of fake leather to Hai Lancha?"

Wei Yingluo peeked at him: "I'm sorry, Fucha's guard. But the slave really can't do it, and can only get a piece of leather for Sauron's guard to use. The slave has no other intentions."

The condensed expression on Fu Heng's face loosened: "You didn't kill that dog? Then where did you keep it?"

"The slave tied it to the rockery in the garden," Wei Yingluo said cautiously, "It's just that it barks sometimes, which inevitably makes people frightened. I also hope that the young master can help Yingluo hide this matter, otherwise its life may not be saved. It's the second time."

Fu Heng frowned: "There are many people in the Royal Garden, and it is a living thing. It is too dangerous to hide there."

He looked at the girl in front of him for a moment, seemed to be deliberating, and looked away after a while: "Give it to me, and I will take it out of the palace."

Just treat it for Hai Lancha, treat it for this young maid with a lively atmosphere, treat it for my sister's happiness, let's take a small offense.

Such a fresh life should not wither prematurely.

Besides, it wasn't a difficult task for him.

"Sorry, I misunderstood." Fu Heng said a little uncomfortable.

Wei Yingluo rolled her eyes: "It's nothing, after all, the young master is thinking about Sauron's guards, and it's me, too. It's just reckless and reckless. I didn't consider this matter."

Fu Heng was a little guilty, but at the same time admitted that it was normal for the court lady in front of him to dare to save the nobleman and do something against the decree to save the dog.

The young master of the Fucha family has had smooth sailing in his life, and all the people he comes into contact with are upright sons and ladies from famous families, and he behaves politely and politely.Where has I seen such a dull-headed maid in the palace, only to teach him that something went wrong in his usual perfect way of dealing with people, and he was criticized.

Presumably my heart is in turmoil now, frustration and surprise go hand in hand.

Wei Yingluo looked at his back coldly.

She doesn't know the noble methods used by the nobles, but the little devil is difficult to deal with, don't blame her for trying every means to mess with this young man's heart.

If you are innocent, please prove yourself.

master.

After Fu Heng got Snowball out of the palace after rolling over a white dog disguised as a mud dog, he paid some money to a farmer in the suburbs to entrust it, and then returned to Fucha Mansion.

The guilt and touch that came suddenly at the beginning faded away. After all, it was the first-class bodyguard who was as careful as a hair. After sorting out his clues, he had already had many speculations when he returned to the mansion.

This little palace lady seemed to be born out of nowhere, and she turned the six palaces upside down with a fearless spirit that could not be seen in the deep palace.Even under Gao Guifei's subordinates, he dared to do more. It is undeniable that Fu Heng has a little appreciation for her.

But he is really smart, and it is not difficult to figure out whether these deliberate approaches are out of good intentions or deliberate.

The reason why he didn't alienate him immediately was because he affirmed Yingluo's character, and he saw that there was a deeper character hidden in her, maybe she didn't notice it herself, but he understood that she shouldn't be like this.

She just went astray for a while, but it would be a pity if that strength of character disappeared.

He understood why his sister liked her.

Wei Yingluo has the shadow of Empress Fucha back then, and her sister sees her own appearance from her, which has not been changed by the years.

He once witnessed with his own eyes that the precious things in Empress Fucha's heart were gradually wiped out in the deep palace, turning into a dead fire.

Because of this, I couldn't bear to see another person follow in my sister's footsteps and burn life into ashes.

He just wants to try his best to keep some things that he can no longer see.

Fu Heng stepped into the mansion, thinking that Erniang's eyes were a little uncomfortable recently, so he turned around and stepped into Erniang's room.

He went in to greet him, Zhang Jiashi smiled at him and put down the things in his hand.

Fu Heng talked with her, stood up and said goodbye at the end, but he saw his birth date at the end of his eyes.

"what is this?"

He picked up the post on the table.

After taking a look, he raised his eyes to look at Zhang Jiashi.

"Whose horoscope belongs to?"

Zhang Jiashi pursed her lips and looked at him, "Nalan Yongshou's second daughter."

"What does this mean, mother?"

Zhang Jiashi stood up: "Fu Heng, Er Niang is not lying to you. I have taken a fancy to that girl and want to hire her as the fourth young lady of our Fucha family."

Fu Heng looked at her in shock.

"The Empress Dowager also agrees with this matter. The Empress Dowager will ask the Emperor to marry her after the two marriage posts are exchanged and the date of marriage is agreed."

"That is to say, the wedding post hasn't been changed yet?"

Fu Heng asked slowly.

Zhang Jia looked at him and frowned: "We have already made a marriage contract with the Nalan family. Do you know that if we regret the marriage, our Fucha family will never be able to hold our heads high in front of the Nalan family."

"Niang, did you ever think about it?" Fu Heng said, "If you marry me someone I don't love, we will torture each other into a bitter couple, which will not only ruin the relationship between the two families, but also harm the whole life of the other family."

"Do you really want to be like this?" Zhang Jia asked: "How many people obey their parents' orders and matchmaker's words, Fu Heng, only you, only you! What kind of person can obey your wishes? Tell me mother!"

"I don't know who she will be, but she will definitely not be someone I don't love."

Fu Heng knelt down slowly: "I ask my mother to give up this marriage. If you want to be beaten or scolded, the child will be treated by my mother."

"Bastard!"

Regardless of Zhang Jia's obstruction, Li Rongbao walked all the way into the ancestral hall with a whip.

"How can my Fucha family have such a rebellious son like you?! Can you take back the words of retiring the engagement?"

Li Rongbao pointed at Fu Heng with a whip and asked sharply.

"Do not."

"Snapped--!"

"Ama!"

"master!"

"grown ups!"

Everyone in the courtyard exclaimed, Li Rongbao had already been whipped off.

Fu Heng's brothers surrounded Fu Cha's ancestral hall, all of them looked anxious at this moment.

"Chunhe, don't hesitate to admit your mistake to Ama! What are you stubborn about!"

Fu Heng's elder brother Fu Qing shouted from the side.

"How many people have been harmed by the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers?" Fu Heng raised his eyes and met Li Rongbao's gaze fearlessly.

"Ama and Erniang were like this back then. They sent my sister to Prince Bao's mansion. After so many years, is my sister happy? Since then, I have sworn that my own marriage must be decided by myself. Ama beat me to death today, and I will never change my words. I don’t like girls from the Nalan family, so I won’t marry them.”

"Snapped--!"

"You all go out." Li Rongbao said to everyone.

"Master, what are you going to do?" Zhang Jiashi asked in panic.

"Get out, close the door."

Li Rongbao just said with a gloomy face.

After everyone in the courtyard left, Fu Heng knelt on the ground and straightened his back.

"Ama, let's get started," he said.

"Master, lie down quickly, and tell the servant what you want to do."

Bloom flung himself to the bed in terror.

Fu Heng moved, propped himself up, opened his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Grind the ink for me, I want to write a letter."

"Why are you still writing a letter, my young master?" Bloom cried, "Half your life is almost gone. The doctor told you to recuperate, so don't move around. Fortunately, you have to insist on going back to work in two days. What are you going to do now?"

Fu Heng had already struggled to get off the ground, and just walked to the desk, the back of his snow-white jacket was stained crimson.

"Master! The wound is open! It is open again!"

Bu Long exclaimed, Fu Heng had already sat down in front of the desk.

"Screw ink!"

His face was pale, but his eyes were heavy, revealing a gloomy look that made Bron feel depressed.

"Yes, master, who do you want to write to? Master Sauron?"

"I don't kill Boren, Boren died because of me." Fu Heng murmured: "I don't intend to hurt others, but the harm I inflict on others now is something I can't repay in my life. Someone in the mansion will apologize, but I Can't do nothing."

After struggling to finish these words, his face became paler and paler.

Bron couldn't figure out what was so important.

I heard that last night, the young master was whipped forty times by the adults in the ancestral hall, and knelt down in the ancestral hall of Fu Cha's family all night without a drop of water.The young master with a strong physique was already in a daze when he was discovered by his wife who couldn't help but break into the ancestral hall this morning.After finally seeing a doctor, bandaging the wound, I had just rested for a while, and when I woke up, I insisted on writing to others, and I couldn't stop it.

Fu Heng took a deep breath and tried to steady his trembling hands. After hesitating for a moment, he wrote:

Sincerely, Miss Nalan.

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The author has something to say:

Shichun: If I knew you were so stubborn, I wouldn't drag you into the water.Oops!It's a guilty conscience!

Fu Heng: I am guilty, and I have to make amends.

Concubine Gao: Knock in, did I say knock in, did you hear me?

Just kidding, the promised twists and turns are twists and turns.

Well, there will be no more waves after this wave is over, next time I will absolutely bless you all.