Rebirth of Qing Xin Fu Yan

Fu Yanqing's eyes were a little distressed. Fang Daohai is definitely not a simple person to be the host of a ghost house. She also found out that he was actually very shabby, but he was keeping his promise, especially for the person who asked him. ,really care. Obviously, this change in attitude can only come from that person, or to be gentle.

But Fu Yanqing didn't know what to say. Although Zhao Ziyan rarely mentioned her mother and concubine, when she rescued her from the water, she still held her and called her mother and concubine. It is conceivable that Zhao Ziyan is very attached to Wen Ruyan in his bones. Probably it was too hard. This fool was almost full of heart and soul for the few people in his life who treated her well. Now that she knows that her mother and concubine are still alive, but not seeing her, one can imagine the loss in her heart.

"An'er, she may not be able to come."

Zhao Ziyan looked up at her, some hope: "Really?"

"Didn't you say that your mother and concubine were also poisoned? Maybe you have been treating the illness after being rescued. Maybe it has not been good, so I can't see you. Now Fang Daohai's attitude has changed because of your mother and concubine's goodness. "Fu Yanqing embraced her and calmed her gently. At this moment, Zhao Ziyan is a 19-year-old girl, worried but hopes that her mother and concubine really love her.

As if being comforted by Fu Yanqing, Zhao Ziyan also calmed down, but then he took a breath, turned his head to look at Fu Yanqing, and said warmly: "But this is not the time to consider these things. What's the situation these days? Lord Shen should have already written the book. Now, is there any movement in the court?"

Fu Yanqing nodded: "It said that he sent a new household servant to Yizhou to investigate, but Zhao Mo's paper reported to the court that you had encountered an assassin in Yizhou and the life or death was unknown. Now sending someone to investigate, you and her are a complete war. NS."

Zhao Ziyan chuckled lowly: "Since I have asked people to join her, I am ready. This time I will poke the Yongdi Treasure out, and my father will pay special attention to it, but he is not confused and wants him to believe. You need enough evidence."

"Well, after I came out, I sent someone to sneak into the hall and exchange her treasure roll. Then the housekeeper came to check, and I would put a place for her to find it out. That way. As soon as the son came, the material evidence was available." Fu Yanqing was not idle at this time, rubbing her legs while talking. However, the reason why he succeeded so easily was because Zhao Mojian thought that Zhao Ziyan was dead, and he was not prepared for it. If it was a blessing in disguise.

After she finished talking, Zhao Ziyan said, "As for the personal testimony, Xiao Luzi and his foster father Li Sheng, who gave me the letter, want to come more than enough."

Fu Yanqing's eyes condensed slightly, and then whispered: "How much can she move this time?"

Zhao Ziyan shook his head: "To be honest, according to her father's love for her, and her cunning temperament, this matter alone may not damage her foundation, but it will have to pay the price. At least, the father will not. Trust her wholeheartedly again.” Actually, God didn’t help Zhao Mojian this time. If she really died, Shen Shaoling’s discount would be greatly reduced, but she was alive, so Zhao Mojian’s vigilance was lost. Fu Yanqing dealt with it again, which made her not even notice that Shen Shaoling had gone to the trouble.

At the moment when Zhao Mojian in the military camp got the news, her face turned pale. She reached out and squeezed the letter in her hand, her eyes were very dark: "Who leaked it!" In addition to her and Xiao Tuo, the Yongdi Treasures also There are a few capable confidants, no one knows, how can a small Yizhou county guard, or someone who has just taken office, know!

Suddenly thinking of something, Zhao Mojian's face paled: "Has any suspicious person coming in and out of the mansion recently?"

Qi Sheng understood what she meant, and clasped his fists in both hands and said, "His Royal Highness, because His Royal Highness Nine is missing, Lord Lu sent someone to check the room of His Royal Highness Nine before. It was chaotic at that time, but I haven't seen anyone suspicious otherwise. . And there is someone specially guarding your Highness’s room, there should be no one going in or out."

Zhao Mojian's expression did not relax at all. She lowered her head and said quickly: "Write to the concubine immediately and tell her that you must let Liao Quan close his mouth. If you can't make sure, he will never be able to speak. "

"Yes!"

"By the way, immediately check the newly arrived attendant, what he likes, who is in the family, and his life experience. You can't let it go. If you pay close attention to the movement of the capital, come and tell me at any time."

"Yes, the subordinates will go immediately." After Qi Sheng said that he was about to leave, Zhao Mojian suddenly stopped him.

"and many more!"

Qi Sheng turned his head and said respectfully: "What else is your Highness?"

Zhao Mojian slowly rubbed his fingers, Dan Feng's eyes flashed a faint light, and his voice smelled of danger: "Check again, where did Su Jin go. Also, pay special attention, there are ghosts around me. Sneaky person."

Zhao Ziyan is dead, and Zhao Qingshu is far away in the capital. Who knows the treasure of Yongdi? She stared at the book on the case, very angry in her heart, and she really shouldn't keep it, it really broke her big business. Zhao Ziyan, Zhao Ziyan, you really don't let me live in peace!

Ever since Zhao Ziyan woke up, Jinping Mountain has been a lot of fun, and Fu Yanqing is no longer the only one speaking alone every day. As Fu Yanqing said before, after Zhao Ziyan woke up, she didn't know how much tonic soup she had fed. The flying in the sky, the running on the ground, and the swimming in the water, basically nothing. Fu Yanqing was attentive and considerate, and she was afraid that she would be hurt, so she always tried every means to make her side dishes and pastries. This day is also a sweet burden for Zhao Ziyan. By the way, the two doctors were cheaper, and they had grown a few catties of meat.

Although the haze of leg problems is still there, Zhao Ziyan's complexion is getting better day by day, and he is still thin, but he is no longer rugged and thin.

After coaxing Zhao Ziyan to drink the medicine in the morning, Fu Yanqing hugged the person out of the room. The reclining chair outside was already covered with cushions, so she would not be touched by lying down. Fu Yanqing had something to do, but she didn't want to let Zhao Ziyan lie on the bed bored, so she let her watch.

No matter how careful Fu Yanqing was and how Zhao Ziyan concealed himself, he could only be carried out and carried in by Fu Yanqing, which still made Zhao Ziyan's eyes more sad.

Seeing her pretending to be lying peacefully, Fu Yanqing was stabbed in her heart. A smile came out from the corner of her mouth. Fu Yanqing maintained a leaning posture, stretched out her hand to squeeze Zhao Ziyan's cheek, and then reached out to touch her waist, causing Zhao Ziyan to laugh, holding her hand and smiling: "Itchy, What are you going to do?"

Fu Yanqing touched the tip of her nose, and said with a smile: "Inspecting the goods, I have been struggling to support these days. Not growing flesh is not a bad thing."

Zhao Ziyan loves her so much to make fun of herself, stretches out her hand around her waist, pulls her in and sticks to her body, pretending to be worried, "But if you really lose it, would you not be happy to raise it?"

Fu Yanqing's eyes flickered, and she looked up and down, and frowned, "Isn't it because I don't have any money, but I'm not the one who suffers. Naturally, I need to get it back from somewhere else." Kissed the corners of Zhao Ziyan's lips, her eyes were tender and light.

Zhao Ziyan's ear tips were reddish, but he looked at her with burning eyes. He also kissed her on the lips, held the person in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Qing'er, I think I'm dying of happiness." She still has What's unsatisfactory, although she may never stand up again, but she is still alive, and she can completely own the person in front of her. She never disliked her, and kept looking at her so carefully and tenderly. She secretly said to herself in her heart: "Zhao Ziyan, you have to be content, there is nothing you can't do, and you must not make her feel sad anymore." Fu Yanqing is more sensitive to legs than herself. Fang Daohai looked at her with such compassion that day, Fu Yanqing was obviously upset.

Fu Yanqing feels that her emotions have become more and more out of control recently, and Zhao Ziyan can always easily make her feel so sweet with one sentence. In fact, the happiest thing is her. God is kind to her. She still has a chance to come back and give her such a nice and cute little lover.

When the two were sticky enough, Fu Yanqing stood up and said softly, "You lie down, I have to go and do some work."

Zhao Ziyan nodded, but was still curious: "What are you up to?"

Fu Yanqing smiled at her, her gaze fell to the side, Zhao Ziyan looked at it, and there was a glimmer of light in her eyes. She hadn't noticed, and there was a wheelchair in the yard. The wheelchair is about two and a half feet high, with pedals underneath. The chair is equipped with four wheels, two small wheels in the front and two large wheels in the back. There is a secondary wheel outside the large wheel, which can be pushed by hand. The texture of the chair is delicate, the texture is gentle and soft, and it is made of fine golden nanmu. The carved pattern on the chair is very delicate, but those who want to do it are quite skilled.

Fu Yanqing watched her stare at it, her eyes softened and soft, and she said softly, "The things are made by the best wood craftsmen in Yizhou City. Because the time is tight and it is not detailed enough, I need to do it again. Retouch it yourself, no surprises, you can try it at night."

Zhao Ziyan was obviously very happy and nodded heavily. Fu Yanqing didn't say much. He took the prepared tools and looked at the wheelchair carefully. Some parts were not round enough, so he polished them carefully to prevent Zhao Ziyan from being uncomfortable. In order to make it easier to hold the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair, Fu Yanqing used a soft rope to wrap it around carefully. The original bald auxiliary wheel was also tightly wrapped in a soft cloth, so it won't hurt your hands even if you use it hard.

Zhao Ziyan originally looked at the wheelchair, but in the end, his eyes were all fixed on Fu Yanqing, watching her busy with her eyes intently.

When Fu Yanqing finished sorting it out, the wheelchair also changed its appearance. It was much brighter than before, and it was obviously more comfortable. The backrest and seat are cushioned, and some small things are added to the handles. Fu Yanqing made some small machine extensions.

Fu Yanqing straightened up and looked at the time. The sun was already swaying west. She turned to look at Zhao Ziyan, and said warmly: "Try now, or cook first?"

Zhao Ziyan's eyes were eager to try, and looked up at Fu Yanqing.

Flicking the hair beside her ears, Fu Yanqing laughed in a low voice, walked over to pick her up, and gently put her on the wheelchair.

"Slow down, see if the spirit is not flexible, whether it is safe enough, and if you feel uncomfortable, tell me." Zhao Ziyan will need to use it frequently in the future, and must be safe and comfortable.

Zhao Ziyan nodded and began to wander around the yard. Although it was so powerful as not to use his legs, it was much better to have Fu Yanqing help in everything. The wheelchair site is very safe, even some small obstacles, some unevenness can pass. Seeing her getting used to it, Fu Yanqing looked at her quietly, with joy and sadness in her eyes. Signaling the secret guard to protect her, Fu Yanqing turned and entered the house. The hour was up and it was time to prepare dinner for her. There was someone in the back kitchen to help, but she was willing to spoil her, except for simple preparations, Fu Yanqing did everything herself.

When Zhao Ziyan stopped to find that Fu Yanqing was missing, she frowned somewhat annoyed, stretched out her hand to signal the guard not to follow, she turned the wheelchair and tried to walk back. She hadn't really seen the layout here since she woke up, just walked around randomly. Fortunately, the yard is not large, and the kitchen was found in a moment.

Raising his hand to signal other people not to speak out, Zhao Ziyan looked at her from the door. Because in the kitchen, Fu Yanqing rolled up his sleeves and tied an apron around her waist, cooking there. This should be the first time she has seen Fu Yanqing with such a strong scent of fireworks. As usual, she is also very serious about cooking. Now that the weather is a bit hot, it is inevitable that the heat wave will not be rushing in front of the stove, and Fu Yanqing's forehead is dyed with crystals.

Zhao Ziyan frowned slightly. She didn't want Fu Yanqing to wrong herself for her. Even though she was proficient in cooking, she was the princess of the Southwest Palace. She should be served by someone who needs food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. She shouldn't let the smell of fireworks infect her.

It seemed that she was too focused. Fu Yanqing didn't feel right. Turning her head, she saw the legs on the pedals outside the door. She filled the vegetables and said, "But I'm greedy, what are you doing secretly hiding outside?"

Zhao Ziyan pushed the wheelchair in, but his expression was a little reluctant. He raised his eyes to look at Fu Yanqing, and said in a low voice, "Come here."

Fu Yanqing keenly realized that she was wrong, but still came over: "What's wrong?"

"Hold your head down."

"..." Fu Yanqing still bowed her head in accordance with the words.

Immediately in front of her eyes, a handkerchief with a little fragrance fell on her face, gently wiped the sweat off her face, and then a dull voice sounded: "Don't cook yourself anymore."

Fu Yanqing smiled: "Why? I feel sorry for me, or does it taste bad?"

Zhao Ziyan took a meal and wiped her face indiscriminately: "Qing'er's cheek is so thick."

Fu Yanqing was amused by her old-fashioned remarks: "Little bastard, I'm much older than you, who would allow you to talk to me like this."

Zhao Ziyan raised his eyebrows: "It's only two years old, so how many."

Fu Yanqing choked: "How come you don't get much when you are two years old. I still remember that a kid called me sister Qing'er."

Zhao Ziyan's face was reddened, but he bowed his head and said nothing. When he was coaxed by this person to make her call, she never regarded her as an older sister.

The author has something to say: fake cars are better than walking, right? Don’t make trouble. The war is on below, and the plot is flying, if I can't stand it.

Bored at night, I dug my brain into a hole, and opened a copy. You can check it out and stock up if you like it.