Seeing Yuan Shuyi's changed face, Luo Deyun softened his heart and tried to soften his tone and said: "Don't think too much, it's just that I'm used to being alone for so many years."
Yuan Shuyi looked at the man's back disappearing behind the screen, and the doubts in his heart disappeared.
She could see that this man had talked to her as patiently as possible. Although it could not be compared with his attitude towards Ranran, the fact that he kept himself clean was enough to surpass most of the men in the capital.
For example, her father, who had been upright for most of his life, still had a concubine after his mother died.
Aunt Shi next to her came in from the outside with sobering soup. She saw her young lady stunned at the door of the bathroom. She couldn't help but said: "Madam, now that you are married, you will take care of the Marquis..."
"Mommy, don't worry. You've been tired for the whole day. Just put down the soup and go back to rest. Just have Lu Rong waiting here." Yuan Shuyi lowered his eyes and interrupted her.
Aunt Shi glanced at the screen, sighed, bowed and exited.
She has always known that the young lady looks soft-tempered, but is actually soft on the outside and strong on the inside. Otherwise, she would not be able to keep the Yuan family's inner courtyard in order.
Luo Deyun took a quick bath, and when he came out, he saw Yuan Shuyi coming over with soup and said softly: "Master Hou, this is the sobering soup Ranran specially ordered for you. Drink it while it's hot."
When he heard that it was his daughter, Luo Deyun didn't even hesitate. He picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Then he walked to the bed, lay down on his back with his clothes on, folded his hands on the bed, closed his eyes and said, "Have a rest." Come on."
Lu Rong had already withdrawn with the empty bowl when Luo Deyun finished drinking the sobering soup, leaving Yuan Shuyi standing in the center of the room. After saying yes, she climbed into the inside from the end of the bed and lay down with her back to the man.
Because of her nervousness, Yuan Shuyi did not dare to breathe. Suddenly, a big hot hand appeared on her waist. Before she could react, her whole body was covered by a figure.
Luo Deyun's eyes were clear, his hands were supported on both sides of her, and his body was as high as possible. He looked at the panicked woman below and said seriously: "I am much older than you. If there is anything I do in the future that dissatisfies you, just feel free to do it." To put it directly, don’t dwell on your thoughts. Also, do you remember what I told you in the jewelry shop before? "
Yuan Shuyi froze, motionless, and nodded slightly: "Remember, you said those two children..."
"It's not the child's problem."
Luo Deyun interrupted and said: "We have agreed to leave the child's problem to Ranran. Now we are talking about you."
"I?"
Yuan Shuyi was a little confused and didn't understand what was wrong with him.
Luo Deyun had no choice but to say it again: "From now on, you are the mistress of the Hou Mansion. I think you have experience in managing the inner house. Just let go and just think this is the Yuan family. If there is If you are disrespectful to you, you can use the majesty of your wife, but as long as it is not unreasonable, I will definitely make the decision for you!"
Yuan Shuyi vaguely understood that he probably wanted to tell himself about the situation in the mansion. Before she got married, there were only two people in the big house, her father and her daughter, while the second and third houses were full of people.
Coupled with what he just said, I understood it after thinking about it for a while.
She didn't know what it was like for a man to talk sweetly, but she knew that the man in front of her looked a bit fierce and scary. Although his face was serious, every word he said just warmed her heart.
He boldly raised his lotus-like arms and slowly wrapped them around the man's neck. Although his heart was beating like a drum, he still said word by word: "Master Marquis, please rest assured. From today on, this is my home." …”
The candles were shining brightly and the bed curtains were shaking.
When the moon came up, the movement in the room slowly stopped, and the entire Hou Mansion was silent.
But Qingfengyuan to the west of Duke Jingguo's mansion was brightly lit.
Changying handed over a piece of paper in his hand: "Sir, this is Luo Ruxue's birth date."
Fu Jinan lowered his head and didn't know what he was writing. He didn't read it and said directly: "Just put it there."
The next day, at dawn, the guards guarding the city saw a familiar red color running towards them from afar. They quickly cheered up and opened the city gate. As soon as the heavy city gate opened, a gust of wind passed in front of them, without a breath. of hesitation.
The guard guarding the city wiped the sweat from his forehead fearfully and said to his companions on the side: "I don't know what the commander is doing out of the city so early."
His companion also breathed a sigh of relief, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Nothing we do is beyond our control. Fortunately, we didn't delay, otherwise our clothes would not be safe, and our lives would be hard to escape."
The two nodded sympathetically.
After Fu Jin'an left the city, he went straight to Fahua Temple. When he arrived, Master Hongzhi had just finished his morning classes.
"Amitabha, long time no see. Donor Fu, you are well."
Master Hongzhi clasped his hands together and recited a sentence.
Fu Jinan also clasped his hands together and bent slightly: "Long time no see, Master, how are you?"
Master Hongzhi smiled and made a gesture of invitation: "Now that you are here, how about the next set?"
Fu Jinan smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry to disappoint the master. I came here today to ask the master for a favor?"
Hongzhi glanced at him twice. The young man in Beijing was known for being ruthless and cruel. At this time, in the quiet thousand-year-old temple, he seemed to have lost his aggressiveness and looked much gentler than before.
"Please come with me."
Hongzhi turned around and went to the Zen room in the backyard.
Fu Jinan knelt down on the futon, took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, pushed it over, and said, "Master, please help me find out this woman's birth date."
Master Hongzhi glanced at it and calmly took out the tea leaves. Before he could take action, Fu Jinan took them, twisted the tea leaves and put them into the teapot. He then placed the teapot on the clay stove next to him and used tongs to poke the carbon inside. The fire suddenly became strong.
Hongzhi just glanced at the note on the table and didn't look at it again. He closed his eyes and meditated.
After a while, the water in the teapot boiled and made a sizzling sound.
Fu Jinan raised his hand, poured some into the tea cup, shook it around and then poured it out, then poured another cup, placed it in front of Master Hongzhi, and finally poured himself a cup.
Master Hongzhi finally opened his eyes and sighed helplessly: "You, how many times have I told you that this is not how tea is brewed. You have wasted a good thing."
Fu Jinan didn't take it seriously, took a sip with satisfaction, and said slowly: "Master is a monk, and monks should not be burdened by these red tapes. It seems that the results of the retreat a few months ago were not very good, and he should practice more diligently. .”
Master Hongzhi smiled bitterly and said nothing. Then he picked up the piece of paper and frowned slightly after reading it: "The sun is weak, water and fire are at war with each other, and there are many tricks for right and wrong; the armor and wood are weak, but there is no benevolence and no justice."
Fu Jinan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What would happen if I married such a woman?"
Master Hongzhi glanced at him in surprise and shook his head: "Beauty is fleeting, but you are ruthless. The outcome has already been determined. No matter how much you get in front of you, in the end it will be water from a bamboo basket."
After getting a satisfactory answer, Fu Jinan stood up and left.
After coming out, Changying stepped forward and said, "Sir, the emperor has summoned you to the palace."
Fu Jinan lowered his head and glanced at the birth date in his hand, and smiled: "Just right."
