illegitimate child

Fu Qiuchi walked briskly into the bookstore, he was refreshed on happy occasions, he solved the long-standing knot in his heart, and his hair was full of spring breeze.

After waiting for a while, the manager of the bookstore nodded and apologized, saying that Wang Fuyang had taken away the "Zhang Zixin's Annotated Analects" he had ordered. Fu Qiuchi just laughed it off and didn't care about the manager.Thinking secretly, Wang Fuyang came to Beijing before the new year, and it seemed that he was bound to win this spring.

The book was gone, Fu Qiuchi randomly picked up two symbolically, and just wanted to settle the money, but the person in charge knew he was wrong and refused to accept the money, and also added a precious square inkstone as a gift.Seeing that he insisted on not accepting him, Fu Qiuchi had to give up, thinking about bringing his classmates to take care of the bookstore's business in the future.

Just as I was walking out of the book alley, two people walked towards me.They were dressed like they were carved out of a mold, with square scarves on their heads and goose feathers on the outside, and they were still wearing green shirts.

The two were chatting in whispers, but suddenly bumped into Fu Qiuchi, the two looked embarrassed, they hurriedly opened their eyes and lowered their heads, and couldn't help taking a sneak peek at Fu Qiuchi from the corner of their eyes.

He looked like he was caught talking behind his back and was caught by the person concerned, and he didn't tell himself.

He saluted indiscriminately, calling him Mr. Fu, and generously gave up a huge space for Fu Qiuchi to go first.

Fu Qiuchi was not pretentious, he nodded slightly, and walked out of the book alley. He has always had good eyes and ears, and he could hear the whispered conversations behind him just a few meters away from the bookstore.

One person said, "Is it him?"

One person replied: "Who else is there besides him? It's true that they say he has a problem and can't practice human relations?"

"How do I know? If you want to know, why don't you ask yourself? Hurry up and catch up, and the person hasn't gone far. If you can really ask, I will take care of listening to music in the future."

"Nonsense, nonsense, don't harm me!"

The corners of Fu Qiuchi's mouth curled up. Along the way, there were always strange eyes looking at him secretly. When he reached the most conspicuous entrance, he freed up one hand and held the bookcase with one hand, and clenched the other hand into a fist behind his back. , hammered his back hard, hitting all the way along the spine.

His mouth was not idle, and he insisted on making some noises to match, coughing so loudly.

The discussion sounded suffocated, but Fu Qiuchi pulled the broken bellows away and went away, and then the tide returned, intensified, buzzing, buzzing.

One gloated: "It seems to be true, so what if he was born in the prime minister's family, he is not a coward after catching up with this disease, and he is more noble than us. Men talk about their merits, and he is a mud in the ground."

Someone sighed wistfully: "You good gentleman, why did you get this disease?"

Someone made a small plan and planned to introduce his aunt, who was cured of hidden diseases, to the prime minister's mansion to try his luck. If he was called a blind cat and a dead mouse, he would be fired!

Fu Qiuchi held his sore throat from coughing, feeling a little complacent.It's not in vain that he went out to show off on a snowy day, and now everyone in the capital knows that he has a hidden disease - don't mention it.As long as the Wang family wants to be shameless, it is impossible to push the lady into the "pit of fire" and make her a widow.This matter is about to be done, Mr. Wang's spine will be poked into a hornet's nest by scholars all over the world.

Just as he was complacent, he heard a hurried voice, "Mr. Lang, why are you still dawdling here? The master tells you to go back quickly!"

Fu Qiuchi raised his eyes and saw that it was the book boy who was left in the mansion by him. When he heard the word "Master", he felt apprehensive, and hurriedly went up to him, put the bookcase into the book boy's arms, and raised his robe. Go to the prime minister's mansion.

As he walked, he wondered why his father was looking for him.Most likely, I heard rumors from outside that he would not lift, and wanted to find him to go back and ask about the situation.In response to this possible situation, Fu Qiuchi had already thought of a countermeasure, and he really "doesn't do it" right now.Luo Jinnian found a pill for him in Bai's house, and after taking it, his lifespan would temporarily fail.The effect of the medicine is not long, ranging from one month to half a month, but it is enough to fool my father.

In the future, wait for the hairpin to come in, and then presume that it has been cured.

His father is too old-fashioned, if something goes wrong, he might not be able to hide it from him.

As soon as Fu Qiuchi's thoughts diverged, he thought of Lin Ping. He looked like a foolish kid. He helped the book boy who was running around behind him, his legs were about to get knotted, "Did you find the wood I asked you to look for?"

The bookboy ran too fast, talking like a sausage, one section at a time, "Look for it, I found it, it is a thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood from overseas, what new gadgets do you want to carve?"

As for helping Fu Qiuchi find wood, Shutong has done it eight hundred times if not a thousand times. The gentleman he serves has an indecent hobby—wood carving.Over the years, there have been hundreds of scattered sculptures, and the two big rooms in the mansion are full of small objects carved by Lang Jun.

He originally thought he was going to carve a sparrow this time, Li slave.

"Carve a vase."

Carve what?The book boy shrugged and touched his ears, thinking that he had heard wrongly, he looked up at Fu Qiuchi in confusion, "Can wooden bottles hold water?"

Fu Qiuchi flicked the book boy to the point of collapse, and his tone was soft enough to drip honey, "It's my heart." The word Lin Ping was originally a word for bottle, and he imitated Red Mansion to call her frown.But Lin Ping is a unique vase given to him by God, and he intends to carve a vase with his own hands as a dowry gift.

The vase belongs to you, and you belong to me.

But ten thousand years of lightning strikes, wood and fire forging will not be destroyed, and it will not tide when it encounters water.Rats and ants are not invaded, and a thousand gold is hard to find, and it can be preserved for thousands of years.Just like his heart for Lin Ping, Haikushilan is unswerving.

The book boy got goosebumps all over his body, and he slapped a few times and muttered: "Mr., you are so disgusting..."

Fu Qiuchi didn't take it seriously, but smiled tolerantly, "You will understand when you grow up."

The two of them arrived at the prime minister's mansion while they were talking. Fu Qiuchi fell silent like a quail strangled by the throat. He asked the bookboy to carry the bookcase back to his yard.He didn't even change his clothes in a hurry, raised his hand to sweep the dust, and went to Fu Chengxiang's study with a heart in his heart.I kept deleting words in my mind, trying to be foolproof.

When he got to the door, he hesitated again. He had many contingencies in his mind. What if he was exposed?What if the father won't let the frown in?What if the frowner doesn't make his father happy after entering the door?What if the Wang family is really shameless and begging for nothing to marry their daughter?

"Come in," came a faint voice from inside the room.

Fu Qiuchi's case was emptied in an instant, and he pushed the door open as if he had changed his rules.

After entering the door, he didn't hold his eyes down and never took a second look. He walked to the middle of the study with his hands down, bowed with a set of elegant junior ceremony, and said calmly, "Father please."

"Ah."

Hearing this sound, Fu Qiuchi dared to raise his head, he was stunned when he looked forward, Fu Chengxiang was also looking at him while sitting behind the desk, his eyes were dark, like facing the sea of ​​Yuan.Fu Qiuchi was flustered for no reason, and he looked even more guilty when he looked away. He looked into Fu Chengxiang's eyes, and tried tentatively: "Father, what do you want to say to find your son?"

Another long silence.

It was so long that Fu Qiuchi almost thought his father was sleeping with his eyes open.

"Open it and have a look," Fu Chengxiang retracted his gaze, and pointed to a wooden box on the table.

Fu Qiuchi kept muttering in his heart, what on earth is this going to do, has he heard of it or not?He stepped forward to pick up the wooden box, and as he moved, the things contained in the wooden box slammed into each other.

Not heavy, unlike the jade inkstone placed on it.

Fu Qiuchi unscrewed the mechanism lock on the wooden box with doubts. The wooden box contained wooden parts. The strange thing was that the parts were of different sizes, as if they had been dismantled from different wood carvings.

As if struck by lightning, he could barely hold the wooden box. It turned out that what Kang Dang was thinking of was nothing but his painstaking efforts of more than ten years.

In the middle of the wooden box is a vividly carved cat's head, but it was a pity that it was broken off at the neck.This wooden raccoon slave has a prototype. His biological mother died of illness when he was five years old, leaving only a raccoon slave that she loved like a treasure when she was alive.

He treated the little raccoon slave as a treasure left to him by his mother until the raccoon slave died at the age of 11. He carved this wood carving for the raccoon slave.

When Hunxi returned, he had sustenance, and it was also his thoughts of thinking about people when he saw things. He thought about the raccoon slave who accompanied him from a toddler to a handsome young man, and also thought about his biological mother whose memory was becoming increasingly blurred.

Now, broken.

Fu Qiuchi's teeth were trembling, he couldn't speak.He should have questioned loudly, he should have rushed out the door, but in the end he did nothing, only the rising and falling of his chest expressed the owner's uneasy mood.

Fu Chengxiang looked at it coldly, as if the person standing underneath was not a continuation of his blood, and uttered his heartbreaking words without mercy: "You have always been soft-hearted and soft-hearted. I will give you words to clarify your heart, and I hope you will use words As a lesson, be tolerant. You can know what you want and what you want to do, and you can implement it without hesitation."

"But how did you do it?" Fu Chengxiang stood up from the back of the case, "You know that Luo Fu and I are life and death political enemies, but you still go your own way and have a private relationship with Luo Fu's son, even revealing my plan to remind you, you should treat me like this I don't even know?"

Holding the wooden box, Fu Qiuchi backed away with a pale face.

Fu Chengxiang raised his hand and threw down a stack of white paper, like a helpless paper kite scattered in the air, which could only be wrapped in the wind and could not help himself.

Fu Qiuchi stared at the white paper, eyes dizzy.

"Look," Fu Chengxiang ordered coldly again.

Fu Qiuchi finally resisted this time, and refused to watch, but Prime Minister Fu had the patience to spend with him.

In the end, Fu Qiuchi was defeated. He bent down and picked up a piece of white paper from the ground, and glanced at the ink stains on it hastily.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The wooden box in his hand fell to the ground, and the parts in the box rolled all over the ground, hitting the blanket and making a dull sound.

Fu Qiuchi still kept the posture of bending over, his eyes fixed on the white paper in his hand, his eardrums felt tingling, he was stunned for a while, and threw himself on the ground to gather up the scattered white paper.

Flipping through one by one, "No, it's impossible," Fu Qiuchi kept shaking his head, "I don't believe it, she won't lie to me!" He stood up abruptly, and the white paper in his hand was thrown away again.

"She won't lie to me!" Fu Qiuchi arched his back and glared at Prime Minister Fu angrily, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets.

Fu Chengxiang snorted softly from his nasal cavity, then laughed lowly, approaching Fu Qiuchi step by step,

"Without my secret help, how can she meet you again and again by chance, and why does she also like woodcarving by chance?"