Report to the Marquis! The Madam went to the military camp to flirt with men again

"I'm fine, thanks to Yuechu. If she hadn't blocked the knife for me, I would have died. It's hard for the child."

"The fact that I was able to save the old lady is also because my child and you are destined to be together."

"Yes, yes, yes. This child is really a great benefactor of my Fu family. He saved my Yan'er two years ago, and saved me again today. This kindness can never be repaid."

"You're too kind, old lady." Qian's father responded. Seeing Qian Yuechu wake up, everyone gathered around him again.

"Father, Mother." Qian Yuechu called weakly and tried to get up.

Qian's mother held her down and asked, "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine." He found Madam Fu in the crowd and said, "Madam, are you okay?"

"This child is really sensible. She was thinking about me as soon as she woke up." Madam Fu came over and patted the back of her hand. "I'm fine, thanks to you."

Then he said to Qian's father and mother, "Yuyue was injured, so it's not convenient for him to move around. How about keeping him in my house for the time being? Nephew, what do you think?"

"This……"

"Father..." Qian Yuechu called weakly.

Father Qian looked at her, then at Fu Junyan, and nodded helplessly.

How could he not understand his daughter's infatuation?

But Fu Junyan already had a wife, and he absolutely didn't want to let his daughter become a concubine.

But there is nothing I can do about it. My daughter is too deeply in love with me and would rather die in glory than live in disgrace. Alas.

Old Madam Fu also pushed Fu Junyan.

Fu Junyan said, "Uncle Qian, Chu'er is with me, don't worry, I will take good care of her."

Qian Yuechu's face was full of admiration that she couldn't hide at all, and Qian's father and mother could only let her do what she wanted.

The group chatted briefly for a while, and then Madam Fu invited them to the main hall to chat, leaving only Fu Junyan and Qian Yuechu in the room.

"Fu Lang..." Qian Yuechu held Fu Junyan's hand and sobbed, "Fu Lang, I, I am really grateful that you are finally willing to accompany me when I was injured this time."

"Don't talk nonsense." Fu Junyan whispered, "Don't cry, the doctor said you need to take good care of your injuries. When you are well, I will accompany you wherever you want to go."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Go to sleep."

After Fu Junyan comforted Qian Yuechu, he walked out of the room and saw Lin Zhuwei standing at the door. His expression changed, his throat tightened a little, and he opened his mouth, but in the end, no words came out.

Lin Zhuwei looked at him with a complicated expression, then turned and left.

Watching her leaving, a bitterness spread from the bottom of his heart to his throat, making it difficult for him to swallow.

"Fu Lang, I'm so bored. Can you take me to the yard?" Qian Yuechu said coquettishly.

"Yeah." Fu Junyan responded indifferently. Seeing Qian Yuechu stretching out her hand, he picked her up by the waist.

Qian Yuechu held his neck tightly, looking very smug.

"Fu Lang, the view from that pavilion is great, would you like to go there?"

"Ah."

Fu Junyan entered the pavilion holding Qian Yuechu, only to find that Lin Zhuwei was there too.

Lin Zhuwei quietly watched him holding Qian Yuechu, looking somewhat lonely and with a slight pain in her heart.

Fu Junyan caught the disappointment in her eyes, his body stiffened slightly, and his heart felt a little sour.

Qian Yuechu looked at Lin Zhuwei with a mocking look, and held Fu Junyan possessively, but said to Lin Zhuwei: "Madam, you are here too?"

After that, she said to Fu Junyan shyly: "Fu Lang, are you tired? Put me down. It would be bad if the young lady saw me."

Fu Junyan nodded and gently placed her on the stool, but Qian Yuechu kept holding his hand and refused to let go.

Lin Zhuwei looked at her possessive and provocative movements, raised her head to look at Fu Junyan, and seeing that he didn't say anything, she simply turned and left.

Looking at her back, Fu Junyan's eyes became deep.

Qian Yuechu tugged at his hand, causing him to look away.

"Fu Lang, don't you love playing chess? How about I play a game with you?"

Fu Junyan looked down and saw the familiar chessboard, which was the one Lin Zhuwei had forgotten to take away.

He nodded, and Qian Yuechu played the white piece first.

Fu Junyan was not interested. Qian Yuechu's chess skills were good, but compared with Lin Zhuwei, they were nothing and he was soon defeated.

Fu Junyan was playing with the black piece, but the image of that arrogant and rebellious woman appeared in his mind.

"Fu Lang, it's your turn." Qian Yuechu pouted in dissatisfaction, pulling his thoughts back.

When the black piece fell, Qian Yuechu had lost everything.

Fu Junyan felt no joy of winning the game. The gap in strength was too great and it was meaningless.

"Let me take you back to your room first. I have something else to do and need to go out for a while."

"Fu Lang..."

Fu Junyan took Qian Yuechu back to the room and went out. At nightfall, he asked someone to send a wheelchair over.

"Miss, Young Master Fu is so good to you. Now it will be much more convenient for you to go in and out." Xiaodie said with a smile.

"What do you know!" Qian Yuechu was not very happy. "Fu Lang sent me this wheel. How can I cling to him and let him carry me in and out?"

Thinking of Lin Zhuwei's frustrated and jealous look in the afternoon, Qian Yuechu felt very happy.

"So, Miss, what should we do now?"

Qian Yuechu sneered: "It doesn't matter, as long as I am still in the Fu family, I am sure to win back Fu Lang's heart. What can Yu Shaoruo compare with me? Her weight? Ha..."

Wu Er was grinding ink, looking out the window for a while, and then looking down at Fu Junyan who was working at his desk.

"What's wrong? Is there something?" Fu Junyan noticed it, put down his pen and asked.

"Master, today is the young mistress' birthday, you see..."

"Why did you say it just now?" Fu Junyan frowned and looked out the window. It was almost time for dinner.

"This... In previous years, the young master has been left to the young mistress to live on her own."

Uh……

Fu Junyan frowned, thinking that it was indeed true.

Moreover, during this period of time, he was with Qian Yuechu and indeed ignored her.

After thinking for a while, he stood up and strode out.

"Master, where are you going?"

"Just stay here. Don't follow me."

When Fu Junyan returned home again, he was holding a food box in his hand and went straight to Lin Zhuwei's courtyard.

I saw her sitting on the warm couch in a daze from the window, and my heart felt warm.

"Young Master." Abu hurriedly greeted him.

Lin Zhuwei heard the voice and turned around. She saw Fu Junyan shaking the food box in his hand, then got off the couch and walked to the table.

"What's wrong? Don't you have an appetite?" Fu Junyan glanced at the food on the table that had not been touched by his chopsticks.

"It's fine, we'll eat later. What brought you here?"

Qian Yuechu would let him come? It seemed as if she was the mistress of the house.

Fu Junyan opened the lunch box, which was full of snacks from Fuxilou, and they looked very appetizing.

"Try this first." Fu Junyan pushed a bowl of longevity noodles in front of her. It was still light yellow in color and had a faint fragrance.

Lin Zhuwei was somewhat delighted and smiled: "Is this pasta made with osmanthus flowers?"

"Yeah." Fu Junyan smiled when he saw her happy, "Isn't today your birthday? Let me treat you to a bowl of noodles."

Lin Zhuwei could not have imagined that he specially ordered someone to make this bowl of longevity noodles for her.

She was delighted and took a sip of the soup. It also had a light scent of osmanthus, which was refreshing and warmed her heart.

With a thought, he smiled and said, "Fu Junyan, on the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, can you accompany me to eat longevity noodles again?"