"There are still a few girls who are unable to show up, so they asked me to give her a message. She is a hero among girls. If she is useful to the sisters in the future, please let me know and I will definitely help."
Tofu Xishi bowed and handed a pack of dried tofu to Fu Yunqing. With gratitude in her eyes, she said cheerfully, "I'll take care of Miss Fu's tofu for the rest of her life. I'm just a peasant widow, and I don't have much to give away. This dried tofu is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, please give it a try, girl."
Fu Yunqing opened the oil carton, which contained salt and pepper dried tofu, spicy dried tofu, and sweet and spicy dried tofu. She was so greedy that her mouth watered. She took it and tasted it, and praised her repeatedly. She bit the dried tofu, smiled brightly, and looked at Tofu Xishi waved her hand: "I'm going back home."
Tofu Xishi hummed and said goodbye to her.
When Fu Yunqing walked to the corridor of Fufu, he saw five women standing on tiptoes in the alley at the end of the long street, waving to her with tears in their eyes.
Some women cried with joy, and some girls cried with gratitude...
They never thought that they could overthrow Fu Xingye, who came from a wealthy family.
Now Fu Xingye has been castrated and imprisoned. Justice has been delayed and he deserves what he deserves.
They were happy and excited from the bottom of their hearts.
Fu Yunqing was startled in his heart. He didn't know how he felt. He hated Fu Xingye a little more and felt pity for them a little more. He stood in the corridor and waved to them in response, and then turned back to Xuezhi. hospital.
As soon as I returned to the hospital, I saw Aunt Fu who had been waiting in Xuezhiyuan for a long time. She had a forbearing look on her face and her expression was not very good. When she saw Fu Yunqing coming back, she stepped forward and saluted, "Miss."
Fu Yunqing was not surprised to see Aunt Fu here. She ate the dried tofu that was crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside. She ignored her and asked, "Tianying, how is Mei Fu's injury?"
"We have found a female doctor to treat Mei Fu's injuries. Fu Xingye's stab was so fierce that if it had been an inch away, it would have penetrated into her heart and killed her." Tianying let out a sigh, sighing, "This girl, Maeve, actually has the determination and loyalty to block the master's knife. But I looked at people through the crack of the front door and underestimated her."
Fu Yunqing gave Tianying a few pieces of dried tofu and nodded thoughtfully: "I also underestimated her before..."
At this moment, Aunt Fu was a little impatient. She stepped forward and knelt at Fu Yunqing's feet, interrupting the chat between the master and the servant: "Miss Fu Da, I want to ask you something."
"You want to ask your granddaughter about being bullied by Fu Xingye?" Considering the woman's reputation, Fu Yunqing ordered Tianying to close the courtyard door, and then said, "Aunt Fu, she is your granddaughter after all, why don't you ask her yourself? "
"Maybe the old slave has been too strict with my granddaughter in the past. If anything happens to her, she will never tell me..."
Aunt Fu was a little worried. She couldn't imagine how she would face the old lady who had been loyal to her all her life if her granddaughter was really raped and humiliated by Fu Xingye.
At this moment, a thin and quiet voice came forward:
"Grandma, how should I tell you... He is the Third Young Master after all... Even if I was violated by him, how should I mention it to you... As slaves like us, even if we are violated, what does it matter if I tell you? Use it? Will the old lady still punish the third young master?"
Grandma Fu looked at her scrawny granddaughter, her eyes immediately turned red, and she hurriedly rushed over: "Aying, when did it happen?"
Song Ying sniffed the tip of her sour nose: "Last summer, I came to Fufu to talk to my grandmother, and accidentally fell into the lake. When I was changing clothes in the backyard room, he broke in drunk..."
There is no need to say more about what follows.
Grandma Fu was heartbroken. She and her late husband only had one son. Later, her son and daughter-in-law died of tuberculosis one after another, leaving only a granddaughter. The two of them depended on each other for life. She couldn't bear to have Song Ying sell herself into slavery like her and spend half of her life savings. I opened a rouge shop on the street for my granddaughter.
When she is of the right age, if she chooses a good family, she will always be able to live a happy life.
Who would have thought that something like this would happen to my granddaughter, who is as delicate as a flower?
If Aunt Fu hadn't experienced enough storms in her life, she would have been emotionally disturbed.
Aunt Fu's face was silent, and her eyes were filled with suppressed grief and anger, as if she had aged dozens of years in an instant. She held back for a moment, looked at Song Ying extremely tired, held her granddaughter's hand tightly, and her lips trembled:
"Aying... don't worry... let's keep this matter in our stomachs... just pretend that nothing happened... grandma will seek justice for you..."
Aunt Fu helped Song Ying leave Xuezhiyuan.
After the grandfather and grandson were completely gone, Tianying hesitated and said:
"When the girl collected evidence that Fuxingye raped the girl, she avenged Song Ying. But Song Ying is the granddaughter of Aunt Fu. After all, Aunt Fu has been the old lady's confidant for decades. Will they fight against her? Turn against the girl?"
Fu Yunqing bit the dried tofu and said nothing.
Tianying frowned tightly, feeling worried: "Have you figured out how to deal with the news that the old lady is going to beat?"
Fu Yunqing licked the dried tofu crumbs on his fingertips, feeling quite satisfied with the food. He smiled nonchalantly and walked into the study to read.
For a moment, Tianying didn't know whether her girl had an idea or not.
Tianying sighed worriedly.
…
The next day, morning.
Tianying rushed into the room eagerly and said, "No, no, no, the old lady is really going to beat the drum!"
Fu Yunqing put his hands on his neck and was sleeping with his arms on the quilt. Hearing this, his beautiful eyes opened lazily, he slowly stood up and stretched, and said: "I know, let me dress up first."
Calculating the time, Dengwen beat the drum, and within half an hour, someone announced her presence.
Fu Yunqing's green hair was scattered around her waist, her beautiful eyes were as calm as an ancient pool, and she stared at herself in the mirror, her thoughts gradually drifting away.
It's not easy to deal with the court today.
Tianying fetched a purple skirt for her, helped Yun Qing brush her hands through the wardrobe, and picked out a simple white dress, and then selected white magnolia flowers from the hairpin box. She said lightly: "My father died in the war. When you are still in the mourning period, dress up as simply as possible, the more plain the better, and your makeup should be soft and haggard."
Only in this way can the pity of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty be aroused.
She needs to borrow the pity of others to prop up a dilapidated building.
Today is the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
New Year's Eve is approaching, and the palace roads with blue bricks and red walls are covered with a thin layer of snow, and the palace maids are cleaning it.
The cornices are upturned and the palaces are lined up in rows.
The light snow, like sprinkled salt, flew thinly and landed on Fuyunqing's fringed bun.
She was wearing thin clothes today, wearing a plain white dress, which made her slender figure even more frail. Her long hair was tied into a simple fringed bun with only a white magnolia hairpin, so that no other color could be seen.
Fu Yunqing raised his sleeves and coughed a few times: "Cough, cough..."
I heard the palace people whispering behind me:
"Miss Fuda lost her mother four years ago, her father recently, and her younger brother is seriously ill. She is really pitiful."
"Now my grandmother is beating me up and complaining. It's really raining all night long when the house is leaking."
"Look, how haggard people are..."
Fu Yunqing covered his face and coughed lightly, as if he was seriously ill and his energy was weak. As soon as he walked to the Jinluan Palace, he saw an old lady wearing a royal robe, a purple crane robe, a gold silk beaded emerald feather crown, and a virtual leather suit. Belt, standing in the wind and snow, holding a drumstick in hand, beating the tight cowhide drum head again and again.
Dengwen drums resounded throughout the Jinluan Hall.
In order to protect Fu Xingye, this old woman is quite stubborn.
"Xuan——"
Feng'an, the general manager of the palace, held a fly whisk in his hand and announced loudly: "Mrs. Fu and the eldest daughter of the Fu family, please come to us!"
