Chapter 75 (2/2)

In summer, it's best to cool off in the evening. After dinner, Fu Wan went back to the room, Fu Rong and Fu Xuan accompanied Qiao for a walk in the yard.

”I don't know what your father is doing now.” Qiao's view of the mountain, gently tunnel. Today, my husband was going to accompany them. Unfortunately, someone asked me not to leave.

”Coax the younger brother.” Fu Rong replied with a smile that his father was the best man in the world. Fu Rong believed him very much.

Qiao also believed in her husband, but she casually mentioned it when she was idle and bored. Turning a corner, she looked up at the clouds in the sky, and a ray of sunlight lit up a corner on the top of the mountain. She could not help saying, ”is that a temple, too? It's a good location. It's a lucky place to look at. ”

Fu Rong looked up with complicated eyes.

In fact, it is the other courtyard where the prefecture's residence is located. The whole Lanshan mountain belongs to Zhulin temple. No one can occupy a place on the mountain except the prefecture mansion. At most, it has a permanent guest room.

”It's not a temple. I saw smoke coming from the kitchen just now. The kitchen of Zhulin temple is not over there.” A little servant girl was clever.

Fu Rong's heartbeat is sluggish. Is there someone in the prefecture's residence? The Xu family masters didn't come, and the servants who looked after Chuang Tzu had to open fire. Besides, what if they came? Now she is Fu Jiajiao's daughter-in-law, not Xu's daughter-in-law. Even if she sees the county princess, she doesn't have to be humble and afraid.

As for Xu's banquet, they first met on the Lantern Festival after the lunar new year. Should it not be advanced?

Because he had to get up early tomorrow to listen to the Sutra, the family all had a very early rest that night. Fu Rong practiced leg exercises for two quarters of an hour, and after bathing, he leaned back on the reclining chair. Lanxiang sat at the back to help her wring her hair. At the end, she tilted her head and looked at Fu Rong. Seeing her eyes open, she asked in a low voice, ”girl, reading or practicing calligraphy tonight?”

Reading books or writing is a new habit of Fu Rong after his leg training. He keeps his spare time to dry his hair.

The mountain is quiet and the bamboo shadow is whirling outside the window. Fu Rong gets up and puts on his shirt and looks at the mahogany table beside the window: ”practice writing for a while.”