Fu Heng stared at Wanxi with his eyes.

Although she was separated by the curtain, she could only vaguely see her outline.

But he could imagine that there must be a lively and vivid color between her eyebrows and eyes, and the light of wisdom was emitting.

Even before she could speak, he had already given him his heart to God. He would definitely accept the person she said.

Because he believed that she was wise to know people.

On the other side of the curtain, Wan Xi reached out to hug the scissors.

"The person I want to talk about is Jiufujin!"

Fu Heng was stunned at this moment, completely unexpected, and didn't know how to answer at this moment.

Even through the curtain, Wanxi could imagine the expression of Jiu Ye, and gently stroked the hair of the scissors and drooped her eyes.

"The Chinese language of Jiuye is not good, but the Ninth Concubine is the great poet Nalan Rongruo. Nalan Rongruo is a low-key Manchu man, and is one of the oldest Manchu families in the family. However, no one can match his Chinese poetry in our Qing Dynasty. The daughter raised by such a family has the excellence of Chinese literature and literary talent, which is no less than that of any Chinese lady."

"In the past, I was fortunate to have seen the paintings of Jiufujin in Jiaohui Garden, and also read the poems written by Jiufujin inscribed by Jiufujin... To be honest, although I am a native of the Han surname, I am not as good as at all."

"Jiu Ye himself is good at Manchu and Mongolian. Most of the official books of Manchu and Mongolian in the court were revised by Mr. Fu, so even the Emperor of Manchu seal characters was handed over to be re-edited by Jiu Ye...Jiu Ye himself has reached the peak of Manchu and Mongolian. Even if Chinese is shorter, God will take the opportunity to send someone to help Jiu Ye."

Wanxi said as she pressed her personal mood and smiled: "The person sent by God is the Ninth Concubine Jin. Jiu Ye has treasures hidden in his home. If it is not appropriate for Chinese words and sentences, go home and ask Jiu Ye, you will have it."

"This is exactly what is called the perfect combination of heaven."

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Fu Heng was thrilling in his heart. It turned out that he was still trying his best to bridge his strength and not asking him to have a rift with Lampe for her.

Fu Heng took a deep breath: "I understand the master's intentions. But at this moment, Zi Zizi has already been the chief military minister, and he handles military affairs every day, and even a word cannot be known to outsiders, let alone the woman in the back house."

Wanxi snorted softly: "I haven't forgotten Mr. Fu, but I won't forget it even more. Wang Youdun's dismissal is suspected of leaking military operations."

Behind the curtain, Wanxi's eyes turned lightly: "But the husband and wife are united, the Ninth Concubine will not leak what Jiu Ye said. Besides, Jiu Ye just asked someone to make sentences, but it was not a military opportunity... Jiu Ye, the one who can accompany you for the rest of your life and protect every secret for you is your wife after all."

Fu Heng lowered his eyes gloomyly.

Wanxi sighed softly, stroked the scissors for a while, and suddenly called Mao Tuaner, then handed the scissors to Mao Tuaner and signaled to Fu Heng.

Fu Heng took the scissors and was stunned, and hurriedly knelt down again: "Master, this is it?"

"This cat is the heart of Master Jiu. But I can't keep it in the palace anymore." Wanxi said.

Fu Heng was stunned when he heard this, and lowered his eyes darkly for a while: "What Master Ling said is that this time it was this cat that caused trouble for Master Ling. It was the slave who thought it in advance and let it go to the palace by recklessly. However, it was not only that he could not make Master Ling happy, but almost caused trouble for Master Ling."
Chapter completed!