At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

"His behavior is truly despicable!"

It seems unexpected that Fu Qingchen could have this, which is completely different from the mainstream view.

Everyone in the hall was startled, but quickly came to their senses.

Invariably, listen carefully.

Xie Yuheng also became somewhat interested and asked with a smile: "Oh? Why did Brother Fu say this?"

"The Master said: Do not look at what is inappropriate, and do not hear what is inappropriate. Spying on others bathing is really a despicable act!"

"If you don't take it yourself, you are a thief."

Fu Qingchen's eyes were full of anger, and his words became more impassioned.

"How can you force others to do something difficult? There are no three matchmakers, six hires, and official documents..."

"I feel that there is no difference between this cowherd and a rogue in a remote place."

"They are all scum who use any means to deceive women."

Father Fu muttered from the side: "Why is it the same?"

"You have to be careful about being beaten to death or turned over to the authorities for a scoundrel."

"The Cowherd doesn't need anything, he gets two babies for free. He doesn't have to go to jail and serve, and he has a lot of people's sympathy!"

"I don't know what fool who doesn't do his job, but sleeps all day long and writes up bad things!"

Fu's father is half native and half literate, with some Mandarin in Yanzhou accent.

I asked people to listen, but they couldn’t laugh.

But that’s not the truth.

He is obviously a criminal, but with a little processing, he becomes a tragic hero that has been passed down through the ages.

Then the Queen Mother has become a cold-blooded mother-in-law who beats the mandarin ducks and doesn't understand the charm!

Xie Yuheng lowered his eyes and gently blew the tea soup.

Stories like "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" were mostly written by poor scholars.

On the other hand, a young lady from a wealthy and scholarly family fell in love with me at all costs.

There are similarities in the same way.

Fu Qingchen and Yang Yunzhao also have some similarities with them.

That's why she asked this question.

Want to test Fu Qingchen, whether he supports what Niu Lang did? I sympathize with the difficulty of their relationship.

Wait for Fu Qingchen to think about it.

The family has come out of Jianglinghou Mansion and walked a long way.

He paused, smiled and shook his head, not feeling offended.

Parents who love their children have far-reaching plans.

Yun Zhao can be so caring about her family and friends.

He was also happy for her.

I just don’t know...whether he can catch the eyes of Lord Shangshu.

I don’t know whether Yang Chengwu is satisfied or not, but Si Yuandao is quite satisfied.

"My family background is a bit poor, but this kid is doing pretty well in school and as an official."

"Of course the best one is our little Yuheng!"

The little old man smiled and put a handful of peeled pine nuts into Xie Yuheng's hand.

The pine nuts are all plump and exude a jade-like luster.

Yang Chengwu rolled his eyes at him and looked at Meng Wanning... There were several blooming wintersweets on the flower table behind.

Asked about Fu's mother's personality.

After all, it’s not appropriate for him to look directly at this young lady!

Meng Wanning pondered for a moment and said: "She is beautiful on the outside but wise on the inside, but has a motherly heart."

"As for other things, you need to get along with someone day and night to get his true temperament."

"I have sent people to Yanzhou, the hometown of Fu Qingchen, to inquire about this matter."

Yang Chengwu put down the tea cup, stood up and bowed his hands.

"Today's matter is something that I have to take care of."

Meng Wanning hurriedly avoided it and returned a salute, saying, "Your Excellency is my uncle in Yuheng."

"I can be considered half of Yunzhao's aunt, but when it comes to talking to my son, there's no need to worry about it."

Just as he was saying this, Yang Yunchao and Xie Yunhua arrived outside the door.

The girls in their early twenties, who are steady yet a bit delicate, are truly a scene in winter.

Si Yuandao joked: "No, just say Cao Cao and Cao Cao, hahaha."

After several people saw the ceremony, Yang Yunzhao looked at Xie Yuheng with a smile and said:

"A few monkeys in the bamboo book set things off."

"I plan to go to the south of the city and write couplets for the people for free."

"Let us ask if the Marquis would like to go together and join in the fun."

Xie Yuheng dusted off the wrinkles on his robe and stood up.

"Sisters invite you sincerely, how could Yu Heng not go?"

Seeing this situation, Meng Wanning was busy going to the old woman to drink soup and brought her a big cloak.

Make sure her home is warm from head to toe.

Then he lovingly gave her a haircut and said, "Go ahead."

South of the city.

There are many poor families in the south of the city.

Among the four seasons of the year, winter is the season that best reflects the wealth level of a family.

Another old woman with frostbite on her ears and hands as swollen as carrots came to receive Spring Festival couplets.

Yang Yunzhao's eyes turned red, and he felt as if there was a piece of water-soaked cotton stuffed in his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable.

There is no rain today, but the raindrops are falling on the red paper, one drop after another.

The old woman spoke tremblingly: "What's going on, little girl?"

"Could it be that you came out without telling the family...the adults in the family didn't allow it?"

"Old lady, I don't want these couplets anymore. Go home quickly, Ang——"

Yang Yunchao shook his head and wanted to speak, but his tears fell even more.

I saw Xie Yuheng not far away and left his seat.

His eyes signaled Xie Yunhua to help Yang Yunzhao to the side to rest.

Then he put on a smile and explained to the old woman: "My sister is kind-hearted and cannot see the suffering of the people."

The old woman scratched her itchy hands and glanced in the direction of Yang Yunchao.

After making sure that nothing happened, he looked back.

He said kindly: "What's the point?"

"I survived the more difficult times. Now that I have enough food and clothing, I feel like a fairy."

"I have frostbite. I often walk around outside. There are people who do laundry and vegetables."

While talking.

Xie Yuheng has written a pair of couplets, pressed them down with a paperweight, and waited for the ink to dry.

The young man looked at the old woman and said warmly: "Whenever you are free, you can go to Xinglin Pavilion in Huaizhenfang."

“There, ointment for treating frostbite is distributed every day, free of charge.”

After hearing this, the old woman shook her head, "I'm already old, so I don't care about that."

"It's better to let the young children get it."

Xie Yuheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only ask Rong Shi to get the spare ointment from the medicine box from the carriage.

Together with the Spring Festival couplets whose ink had dried, they were rolled up and stuffed into the old woman's hands.

"You kid..." The old woman's eyes were wet, "Which family are you from?"

She has lived in Shangjing for most of her life.

Why have I never heard of a child from a wealthy family with such a bodhisattva-like heart?

"We are all the people of Daliang!"

Xie Mingcheng's voice came from the other end of the street.

The young man led the horse and walked towards Xie Yuheng with a bright smile on his face.

Xie Yuheng's eyes lit up, he put down his pen and called out quickly: "Second brother!"

Xie Mingcheng's throat rolled several times, thinking about it, but he still didn't call out Xie Yuheng's name.

Three steps followed by two steps, and within a few breaths he was close.

"I just returned home, and I heard from my mother that you guys came out."

"I was afraid you wouldn't be safe, so I came here looking for you."

This insecurity naturally refers to the Chi family.

Chi Bai poisoned first.