Lin Shaotang left, and Fu You entered the bamboo house.

He did not close the door.

The bamboo house was divided into an outdoor room. He stopped in front of the curtain of the inner room and listened to the movement inside.

I couldn't hear any sound, but a faint fragrance floated out through the gaps in the door curtain.

Fu You quickly retreated, and when a little bit of irritation in his heart calmed down, he took out a veil to cover his mouth and nose tightly, and quickly walked into the house.

He saw a slim figure lying on the bed, wearing a long dress with a green mattress on white background, rubbing his legs gently against him, as if it was itchy on his body. Fu You didn't look at it anymore, his eyes swept across the closed window in the room and quickly fell on the green glaze incense burner under the table, where half of the incense was burned.

Fu You strode towards the table.

Chen Qing noticed something was wrong, pressed the throbbing inside her body and turned around. Just as she was about to shout "Cousin Tang", she saw Fu You's cold side face. A premonition suddenly arose in her mind. Chen Qing's mind turned sharply and begged weakly: "Three Brothers, save me, I'm led here...Three Brothers!"

But Fu You didn't even look at her. He extinguished the incense and held the incense burner and left.

Chen Qing was very anxious. When she was nervous, the fire in her body seemed to be suddenly splashed with oil, and it started to rush, making her walk unsteadily and fell softly to the ground, calling her third brother, soft and charming.

Fu You heard this, but he was indifferent. He put the incense burner on the windowsill on the side, brought the bamboo house door panel from outside, and ordered the chief to follow him to report to Lin, and then go to Dali Temple to invite the marquis back.

Chen Qing used these despicable means to lure Lin Shaotang. Fu You had thousands of ways to make her life worse than death, but she was the only blood left by her aunt in this world. Fu You didn't want her father to feel more painful. He just wanted his father to see Chen Qing's true face. Fu You believed that if he saw it clearly, his father would never leave Chen Qing to live in the Marquis' Mansion.

This is enough. What he wants is peace in the family. As long as Chen Qing leaves, whether she is good or bad has nothing to do with the Fu family.

Half an hour later, Fu Pinchuan hurried back.

Chen Qing had been knocked unconscious by the confidant nanny next to Lin's family and brought back to the wing room.

Fu You signaled Fu Pinchuan to look at the two things on the table and said calmly: "I went to Wufutang to pay my respects to my grandmother in the morning. My cousin stuffed me this note. I felt it was inappropriate, and I was worried that my cousin was stubborn and decided to meet her and explain the truth to her. Who would have thought that my cousin..."

Fu Pinchuan seemed to have not heard of it, staring at the note in his hand in disbelief. Of course, he recognized Chen Qing's handwriting, and Chen Qing's thoughts about his son...

The old lady did mention that she wanted to grant Chen Qing the second son, and at first he agreed until Chen Qing intended to seduce the prince.

Fu Pinchuan put down the note and his eyes fell on the incense burner next to him.

Lin sat aside, followed his gaze and said tiredly: "Mr. Marquis, our big room is not good when this matter is reported. I have already told the people below to not let them disclose a word. However, Runzhi already has a sweetheart. The old lady actually wants to match him and his cousin, and even take out the things like that..."

Fu Pinchuan closed his eyes.

My mother did have something that was not enough to be on the table. When she was a child, her father spoiled Aunt Du, so her mother used this method to keep her. After her father found out, she became less and less fond of her mother, and the couple turned against each other.

Just as he was about to speak, his wife cried softly: "She is an elder. I shouldn't say anything disrespectful. I just want the Marquis to marry her cousin out sooner. Whether it is a place or a capital, Runzhi has adopted it to the third house. I don't want to ruin his marriage anymore. Xingzhi has no concubines, and Runzhi has not yet married, but he wants multiple precious concubines. How do you let the Han family think of us? It's fine if Runzhi likes his cousin, but..."

"Mrs. Needless to say, I was careless." Fu Pinchuan sighed silently, turned around and walked out. When he walked to the door, he said calmly: "There is still something in the yamen. I will go back first. Runzhi, arrange someone and immediately send your cousin back to Ganzhou. Be sure to deliver her safely. Then write a letter to your uncle in person, and say that your cousin is old and there is no suitable family in the capital, so please ask him to arrange the marriage."

After saying that, he left.

Fu You said goodbye to his mother and went out to arrange the candidates.

Lin went to the wing room.

Chen Qing was still unconscious, her face was flushed abnormally. For the sake of her reputation, Lin did not hire a doctor. Now looking at this scheming little girl, Lin really wanted to pour a bucket of cold water to wake her up and tell her what she was about to face.

But she didn't. She didn't want to hear Chen Qing crying. It would be best to walk quietly like this.

The Shen family had no choice but to move from the capital to their hometown in Ganzhou. With their ancestral property, they were considered a wealthy family in the local area. However, her sister-in-law was afraid of being wronged and entrusting Chen Qing to the Marquis' Mansion before her death. However, her sister-in-law probably never expected that her daughter had a bad intention and completely offended the Marquis' Mansion, which treated her like her biological daughter, and would soon return to her biological father who had only blood ties but no raising love.

Lin smiled and took a last look at Chen Qing’s beautiful face.

She believed that Mr. Shen and his second wife would choose a good family for the beautiful eldest daughter.

Before sunset, Chen Qing was personally escorted out of the capital by the second housekeeper of the Hou Mansion. As for when she woke up and whether she would cry after waking up, only the person who sent her knew.

Fu Rong also got the news.

Fu Rong didn't know what Chen Qing did, and she didn't care. She only knew that Fu Bao wouldn't have to be stupid again in this life.

In a good mood, Fu Rong looked in the mirror and tried on this summer's new outfit. After looking at it for a while, he told Lanxiang to turn out her skirt from last year.

She never wore Ji's clothes. Lan Xiang looked for it in wonder and chose a few sets that Fu Rong hadn't worn last year.

Fu Rong tried it tirelessly and finally came to a conclusion that the extra flesh she had when she was pregnant had indeed not been completely reduced.

"You all can only fool me!" Fu Rong stared at the eyes and scolded the two maids.

Mei Xianglanxiang looked at each other, but didn't know how to comfort each other.

Because there is no need to comfort me, my princess returned to her original figure in less than three months after giving birth. In their opinion, the only difference between the princess before and after was that her breasts were even more bulging. If she hadn't measured it repeatedly with a ruler, they wouldn't have seen where the princess had gained weight with their naked eyes.

They envied such a figure. The princess is really... she doesn't know how to be blessed.

"Take out the cushion, I want to practice my legs." Fu Rong stared at the mirror for a while, and finally spoke.

"Practice now?" Mei Xiang asked in surprise.

Fu Rong nodded and looked at the sky outside. It was estimated that Xu Jin would have to wait a while before coming back. It was enough for her to practice for a quarter of an hour. "Prepare hot water, I'll take a shower after practicing."

The two maids had to go and make arrangements separately.

Fu Rong walked lightly to the bed and kissed his son who was still sleeping.

The things were ready soon, Fu Rong sent Mei Xianglanxiang out, changed into a tulle nightgown, lay on the cushion and practiced his legs.

I haven't practiced for a year and I'm out of breath soon.

However, in order to recover from his figure as soon as possible, Fu Rong was so happy that he endured the hard work. The more tired he was, the closer he was to his former slender waist and legs.

Closed her eyes, she bit her lip and insisted, and was too focused, and she didn't even know when Xu Jin came in.

The beauty lay on the ground, her gauze dress was wet with fragrant sweat, and her slender legs shaking alternately, making him angry.

Xu Jin likes to see Fu Rong go through this most. After not seeing him for a year, he can enjoy the joy of the eyes when he comes back today. It’s such a surprise.

After taking off his clothes quietly, Xu Jin sat down slowly, sat on his clothes, looking up and down along his wife, and then when Fu Rong was so tired that he could no longer lift his legs and collapsed on the cushion and gasped, he suddenly pressed him up.

Fu Rong screamed in fear!

Xu Jin covered her mouth in time and said, "Shh, don't wake up your son."

Fu Rong looked at his legs that were forced to lift up, then looked at the man kneeling in front of him, and tried to dissuade him weakly: "Prince, don't make trouble, I'm sweaty, don't dirty the prince..."

"Thick sweat is also fragrant." Xu Jin looked at her and smiled, and suddenly turned forward and bullied her.

It’s better to sweat a lot, he doesn’t have to worry about it anymore.

He was as anxious as a rainstorm. Fu Rong was exhausted, so he could not stand such trouble. He knew that he could not escape. Fu Rong begged in a low voice: "Prince, let go of me, my legs are sore, you, can you let me lie down?"

Xu Jin gently pressed her lower abdomen: "Don't you want to lose weight quickly? I'll help you lose weight."

He is serious and shameless.

Fu Rong was so angry that he stretched out his legs to kick him, and refused to give him honestly. Xu Jin liked her like this and did not hide. He just focused on cleaning her up. When Fu Rong's last bit of strength was exhausted, he picked up her legs to help her lose weight. Seeing her angry and helpless look, she looked so cute.

So Fu Rong's leg training was delayed from a quarter of an hour in the plan to half an hour. In the middle, Xu Jin also asked her to practice her arms and waist. Fu Rongru was captured and could not escape, so she could only let others fight.

Brother Wang woke up, and Fu Rong's arms were trembling when he hugged him and fed him.

Xu Jin was afraid that she would fall her son, so he volunteered to help her hug her brother.

Fu Rong glared at him fiercely and lay on the bed to feed his son.

Xu Jin sat aside and watched, talking to her softly, with the silence and laziness after the delicious meal: "Father, let's carry my brother into the palace tomorrow and show it to the two elders."

The child could not afford to toss before the full month, but now he is a little older, so he can carry him into the palace to show his mother.

After hearing his serious matters, Fu Rong calmed down for the time being and turned his head and asked, "Did you tell your father that Brother Wang is so bad? Don't let Brother Wang hug him after entering the palace, and he will be angry." Fu Rong was not afraid of Concubine Shu, just because she was afraid that Emperor Jiahe would be scheming with the children.

Xu Jin kissed her face, which was still as beautiful as a peach and plum, and said softly: "I said that, my father praised him for being a temper. I feel assured that my father likes his grandson and will not care about such trivial matters."

Fu Rong lowered his head, looked at the little guy who was eating deliciously in his arms, and gently touched his head: "Did Brother Wang hear that? Tomorrow we are going to the palace to see the emperor's grandfather. Brother Wang must be obedient when he sees the emperor's grandfather. If you make the emperor's grandfather happy, he will like you."

Brother Wang's mouth was not loose, and his black eyes were staring at his mother curiously, not understanding what his mother was saying.

Fu Rong liked it so much that after feeding her son, she also regained some strength and picked up the little guy to kiss her.

Xu Jin likes the older ones and younger ones, and after a while, he instructs the maids to put the supper in the inner room.

The maids retreated. Just as Fu Rong was about to get out of bed, Xu Jin pressed her shoulder and said with a smile: "Thank you very hard today, I will feed you."

He took the initiative to please him, but Fu Rong was not enjoying it, and he looked at him with a smile.

Tonight, the kitchen made noodles with shredded chicken soup. It was hot in summer and the noodles were a little hot. Xu Jin picked up a column of noodles and wrapped them a few times. When the noodles were almost wrapped around the chopsticks, he then handed them to Fu Rong on a porcelain plate.

He is shameless and gentle, and considerate when he is gentle. Fu Rong smiled sweetly: "Your Majesty is so good." After that, he opened his mouth to answer.

Xu Jinfeng narrowed her eyes slightly and suddenly retreated her chopsticks.

Fu Rong was stunned. When he raised his eyes, he saw the man laughing so badly that he was immediately angry.

Xu Jin quickly handed it back: "Let's eat, I won't tease you this time."

Fu Rong bit his lip and decided to believe him again.

Unexpectedly, Xu Jin moved the chopsticks away.

Fu Rong was so angry that he was about to scold him, when suddenly a giggle came from beside him. Fu Rong turned his head and saw the stinky brat smiling at his father, revealing his pink gums, and his short legs kicked happily.

Fu Rong was angry and laughed, and lowered his head to bite his son's little face.

When Xu Jin saw this, he swallowed his saliva and secretly delivered the chopsticks to his mouth while Fu Rong was making trouble for his son, and quickly picked up another pillar.
Chapter completed!