The young master who wears the book, please have mercy [Story of Yanxi Palace]

Erqing's response greatly exceeded Fu Heng's expectations. He was slightly stunned and looked at the gentle smile on her face as usual, but his heart was slightly cold.

He suppressed the discomfort in his heart, but there was no displeasure on his face, he just turned his head and ordered lightly, "It's late at night, take the young lady back to the room."

Er Qing raised her eyes to look at Fu Heng, the faint light in the study behind her outlined the graceful curves of his cheeks, his eyes were deep and there was no expression, but it made her feel that he was angry for no reason.

But... why are you angry?She doesn't understand.

It was only when Mei'er stepped forward to help Er Qing that she regained her senses, she didn't agree to her request, she was just angry at her for taking Qinglian into the house.

Could it be that Fu Heng was hesitant to speak just because he wanted to talk about this matter? Why?

Er Qingfang took a step, then turned around and said tentatively, "Don't worry, I know this is a misunderstanding, and I will definitely not tell Yingluo about it."

Seeing that Fu Heng's handsome face darkened for a while, Er Qing hurriedly fell silent and turned her head to walk into her room.

Mei'er followed Er Qing and couldn't help sneaking a glance, seeing the puzzled expression on her face, she endured and endured, but she couldn't help but said: "Miss, how could you do this just now?"

She hated iron for being weak and said: "You are pushing my uncle on another woman with your own hands!"

"I just want to follow him." Er Qing lowered her eyelashes and her voice was limp, as if the bright green leaves had been hit by rain.

But she didn't realize that her heart had already turned to Fu Heng, not because she wanted to add women to his room, but because she would rather see Fu Heng happy than these.

"Why should Miss be like this? The servant must have Miss in his heart when he looks at my uncle, otherwise I wouldn't be so lonely just now."

Er Qing suddenly raised her head, looked at Meier in a daze, "How is it possible?"

She didn't wait for Mei'er's reply, and said firmly: "Don't say any more."

She originally had a good impression of Fu Heng, so it was hard for her not to fall in love with such a handsome, gentle and personable man.

If you listen to and remember these illusions again, you will sink deeper and deeper in the future when you slowly take it as the truth.

When Yingluo came out of the palace, he would make peace with Fu Heng. If he had these complicated emotions, he would be in a pitiful situation.

She didn't want to be in a pitiful situation.

There are so many good men in this world, why should she miss a man who has someone else in his heart.

Probably because the term of appointment is approaching, Fu Heng has to finish handling the affairs at hand before handing them over to others. These days, he is extremely busy. He often just goes to the house to see Mrs. Fucha, and then goes out to deal with official business again.

Mrs. Fucha still has the matter of Er Qing and Fu Heng not having consummated their marriage in her heart. In the past, she only mentioned it occasionally, but Fu Heng has no plans to take Er Qing with her as her term of office is approaching. Mrs. Fucha couldn't sit still.

Every time Erqing went to find her, she couldn't help talking about her children.

After Erqing went there twice, she didn't dare to go anymore, she just waited for Fu Heng to leave, even if Mrs. Fucha nagged about it, it was useless, after all, she alone could not conceive a child.

She felt bored when she was free, so she went to the restaurant to play with Yuan Chunwang.

The restaurant was already on the right track, so there was no need for the two of them to do it by themselves. Taking advantage of the fact that there were not many guests at night, Yuan Chunwang ordered the chef to prepare some delicate dishes and sat down with Er Qing.

Yuan Chunwang looked at the thoughtful Er Qing, poured her a cup of tea, and then asked tentatively: "Fu Heng is going, but he won't be back for half a year, are you sure you don't want to go with him?"

"I'm so happy in the capital, what are you going to do in Shanxi?" Er Qing drank the tea and pointed to the wine jar, with a bright smile on her face as usual, "I want to try that."

Listening to her affirmative words, Yuan Chunwang's heart settled down, but he was a little more gloomy.

Just because he knew it well, if she really thought so, why would she want to drink away her sorrows.

A trace of loneliness flashed across Yuan Chunwang's feminine and handsome face, but in the next moment he returned to his usual appearance, pushing the wine jar aside, "What are you doing drinking this?"

Er Qing stared straight at the wine jar, "I just want to have a sip."

Yuan Chunwang couldn't do anything with her, thinking that a sip would be nothing, so he opened the wine jar and poured her a small glass.

Erqing's eyes sparkled, she quickly took a sip from her wine glass.

Although she also drank beer in modern times, she was still curious about the life of "eating meat and drinking heavily" written in martial arts books.

It's just that she never had a chance to try it, so she poured the small glass of wine into her lips at once, and the spicy taste rushed to the tip of her nose, and tears flowed out all at once.

Seeing Erqing's appearance, Yuan Chunwang was already worried about her, but suppressed his nervousness and snorted coldly: "I know how to be brave."

Erqing chuckled, "Who is trying to be brave? It's just a glass of wine—"

But before the words finished, he tilted his head and fell asleep.

Yuan Chunwang's hands trembled slightly, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand to check her breath, only feeling the orderly warmth was relieved and he couldn't stop laughing.

What an idiot, who can't drink and insists on drinking.

But she couldn't help but stare at Er Qing who had fallen asleep in front of her. Her nose was red, but her skin was white, like an innocent rabbit.

The long eyelashes cast a small shadow on the eyelid, but it tickled his heart.

Yuan Chunwang couldn't help reaching out to touch her eyelashes, but just as he was about to touch them, there was a knock on the door.

It was the voice of the waiter in the restaurant, "Boss Yuan, the black chicken soup stewed on the stove has just been stewed, do you think you want to serve it now?"

Only then did Yuan Chunwang wake up from the stupor, and after regaining his composure, he said calmly, "No need, let's prepare the carriage."

She was completely drunk, if she went back late, it would be an added crime if she was found out.

Fu Heng has been busy with official duties these few days, and he will definitely not go home early, so it is perfect to sneak her home at this moment.

The carriage drove smoothly to the side door of Fucha Mansion, but to Yuan Chunwang's surprise, it was none other than Fu Heng who was supposed to be busy with government affairs standing alone at the door.

The author has something to say: the next chapter will be sweet!More tomorrow.

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According to unofficial records, Yinzhen was sent to be raised under the noble concubine Tong Jia as soon as he was born, but after the death of the noble concubine, he was reduced to a situation where his parents did not love his mother.

Nian Wanwan sighed about this, but when she woke up, she found that she had become the palace maid of Bai Yueguang who had worked so hard to raise Yinzhen, but died of injustice, and was missed by him all her life.

Wanwan: ojbk, if you raise a child, you raise the child, what about Bai Yueguang.

Who would have thought that she would finally pull the child into a handsome young man, and after pulling out a bunch of heartfelt last words, she would go to death with peace of mind——

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw someone lifting her Xipa with a gloomy expression.

...She turned out to be his favorite woman in Unofficial History again, Concubine Nian.