You Can't Be Fierce Towards Me!

Wen Boli's funeral was held in a grand manner. Compared with the simplicity before his death, he definitely put a lot of thought into his funeral.

On the day of the funeral, the sound of the suona shook the sky, and the funeral procession was so mighty that the fu mansion, which was a few streets away, could even hear the sound.

It's just that although the scene was large, no one really mourned for the dead. This funeral, which has been noisy for a whole day in Sifang Town, is more like a deliberate performance.

Fu Tian had heard the news of the servant's inquiry, but quickly forgot about it, because there were more important things waiting for him.

After returning from Xingdong County, he has not concealed his intimacy with Chu Xiangtian. Anyone with a discerning eye can see the relationship between the two. After several days, it is time for his mother to look for him.

That's right, he has been planning this matter since he came back. First, he will not hide the relationship between the two of them, and let his mother find out. In this way, the mother will always have time to verify and confirm, and come to him after confirming the relationship between the two of them. Sometimes, at least a few days later, the intense emotions at the beginning will always calm down a little-this is Fu Tian's little calculation secretly in his heart.

In fact, what Fu Tian thought was right, after lunch that day, Fu Youqin stopped him, "Youling, come with me."

Chu Xiangtian frowned slightly, and glanced at Fu Tian. In the past few days, he had vaguely noticed Fu Tian's intentions, and he was fooled by this ghost several times when he asked.

"I will go with you."

"Mother didn't call you again. Why did Baba run over to make people feel uncomfortable?" Fu Huang quietly shook his little finger, then followed Fu Youqin's pace with his hands behind his back and a serious face.

The mother and son went to the small pavilion in the center of the lake one after the other. Although Fu Youqin was not very happy in her heart, she was after all a son who had been in pain for more than ten years, and she was not willing to be too harsh. A less serious kiosk in the middle of the lake.

Fu Youqin sat down first, and Fu Tian courteously poured her a cup of tea, "What did you want me to say?"

"Stop pretending to be good with me." Fu Youqin tapped his forehead angrily, "What's the matter with you and Chu Xiangtian?"

"Did mother see it?" Fu Tian touched his nose and said not too guilty.

Taking a sip of tea, Fu Youqin glanced at him lightly, "Aren't you just waiting for me to find out? Is it your idea or his idea?"

"Mine, he doesn't even know." Fu Tian said immediately.

Fu Youqin wanted to be angry but couldn't get angry at her obedient son, so she could only say calmly, "How long have you been together, are you just protecting me like a baby?"

Fu Tian muttered softly, "What kind of man is he if he doesn't even protect the person he likes?"

Fu Youqin stared, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, nothing." Fu Tian sat beside her flatteringly, hugged her arm coquettishly and shook it, "but I just like him, and it has nothing to do with the length of time."

Sighing deeply, Fu Youqin looked at the son beside him. The boy had gradually shed his childishness over the past year. He had grown taller and grown up. He was no longer the soft ball of tears and snot crying in her arms. A full-faced child, but a man who can take care of the entire Fu family.

"Really like him?"

Fu Tian nodded seriously.

Fu Youqin asked again, "Then do you know who he is?" She still remembered the token that Chu Xiangtian took out when he borrowed Fu's house. The bandits in Xishanzhai were just a disguise. How can people really like it?

This time Fu Tian was silent for a while, when Fu Youqin thought he would say something, Fu Tian seemed to look around, and then whispered: "Actually...he is the younger brother of the current emperor, King Yu. "

Fu Youqin frowned, not as relaxed as before, and said in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

Fu Huang had no choice but to repeat how Chu Xiangtian disguised himself as a bandit to investigate the case. Fu Youqin's frown became tighter and tighter. She only knew that Chu Xiangtian was from the imperial court, but she didn't expect him to be the prince of Dachu. Her layer status was beyond her expectation.

"When did you know?"

Fu Tian said that he found out about it one night when the banquet was held after the announcement of the list.

This time, the wrinkles between Fu Youqin's brows were deeper, and she rubbed his head lightly, "He's from the royal family... I agreed, and his other end...can let him be with a man?"

Although there have long been men in the folk who formed brothers and lived together, but they were all families who could not talk about marriage, but any family with some status could not tolerate such humiliating things done by the children in the family.

Not to mention the royal family.

"He will solve the obstacle over there." Fu Tian pursed his lips and said.

In fact, he was not too worried about this, no matter what he did, Chu Xiangtian was always reliable, like a mountain, although he was silent, he could always rely on him.Even though he didn't say it explicitly, Fu Tian could vaguely feel that the resistance on his end didn't seem to be that great.

So he said: "I believe him."

Fu Youqin didn't know how many times she sighed. Her son's temper completely followed her. When she decided to marry Wen Boli, she also told her parents with such a firm attitude. I don't know if the lover who is now swearing and speaking the language of love will change his heart after many years.

She has experienced the hardships and walked the wrong way, and she doesn't want Fu Tian to go the same way.

Lowering her eyes slightly, and patted the head of the determined young man, Fu Youqin said gently: "You like him, mother won't stop you, who hasn't been frivolous when young."

"But the important matter of marriage is not just a matter of two people, it is also related to two families. Mother hopes that you will spend more time, think carefully, and don't follow mother's old path."

"I know." Fu Tian hugged her gently, comforting her silently, "Thank you, mother."

After the mother and son finished talking, Fu Tian sent Fu Youqin back to the house to rest. As soon as he came out of the yard, he saw the man waiting at the door.

The man is always dressed in black clothes, and when he is not speaking, he stands there quietly, like a spear holding his hostility, even if he does not speak, it makes people fearful.

However, as soon as Fu Tian came out, the lingering aura around him suddenly dissipated, as if he had passed through the severe winter and entered a warm and pleasant spring.

Chu Xiangtian curled his lips and smiled at the end of his eyes, "Are you done talking?"

Fu Huang put his hands behind his back and gave a serious "hmm".

Chu Xiangtian's heart skipped a beat, but he still rubbed his head with a smile, and comforted him: "It's okay, I'll figure out a way, and one day my aunt will agree."

"Well, you have to behave well." The pretended heaviness dissipated, and Fu Tian smiled, "Otherwise, mother will not agree with you to enter Fu's house."

Chu Xiangtian, who was thinking about how to comfort him, was taken aback for a moment, then came to his senses, "Auntie doesn't object?"

Fu Tian squinted at him, and said angrily: "Mother is very dissatisfied with your status as a daughter-in-law, and said to observe more."

This was much better than what he expected, Chu Xiangtian smiled and led him back, "Then I will find a way to satisfy her."

Fu Tian's hand was wrapped in his hand, and it became warm after a while. It was almost November at this time, and the weather had already cooled down, but the two of them held their hands together, but they didn't feel cold at all.

October left quietly, and November came with a cold wind. The heat in the air dissipated completely, leaving only the desolate trees and the cold wind.

Fu Huang put on warm thick cotton clothes, and when he went out, he was always wrapped by Chu Xiangtian like a chubby bear. The winter in the south is not very cold, but wisps of chill can penetrate through the gaps in the clothes and into the bones of people.

At the beginning of winter, Fu Tian had a cold, and after that, Chu Xiangtian always got used to wrapping up a thick cloak when he went out again.

After Fu Tian went out that day, Zhou Chuanqing, who had been hidden for a long time, suddenly found him.

He just came back from the garden, where the wind was strong, and his lips turned blue from freezing after tossing there for a while, but the smile on his face couldn't be suppressed.

Chu Xiangtian squinted at him, "Stop laughing, do you know what you look like now?" Before Zhou Chuanqing could answer, he continued: "Like that idiot who always drools and laughs whenever he sees people on the East Street. .”

Zhou Chuanqing was not annoyed, it seemed that there was really a happy event, he happily took out a piece of paper from his sleeve pocket and showed it to Chu Xiangtian.

The paper was half the size of a palm, tied with a red ribbon at the top, and there were two rows of words written in small, tiny characters on it. Chu Xiangtian was about to take a closer look, but he took it back like a treasure, and only had time to see two different handwritings on it. The familiar one is written by Zhou Chuanqing, but the other is unknown.

"what is this?"

Zhou Chuanqing looked proud, "Do you know who wrote the lyrics I wrote?"

Chu Xiangtian could guess his appearance with his toes, "Miss Fu Jia filled it out?"

Zhou Chuanqing nodded and gave him a smart look.

There is an old tree in the garden, which grows on the only road between the front yard and the back yard. Fu Shuyue often sits under the tree.After seeing it a few times from a distance, Zhou Chuanqing tried to write his own poems on paper and hung them on the tree with a red ribbon.

There were more and more papers hanging on the tree, but Fu Shuyue never responded once. When Zhou Chuanqing was wandering under the tree without expressing any hope, he accidentally found a row of delicate characters on a piece of paper.

It's Fu Shuyue's handwriting!