Chapter 7

"When I returned to the young Marquis, I was upset for a moment this morning. Somehow, I felt like lard. Fortunately, I was saved by the rain steps. After that, I was afraid. I just felt that no matter how miserable, it was better to live." Fu Qiuning took two steps forward and answered softly. Her tone slightly complained, but more reassured Jin Fengju.

Fu Qiuning behaves like a normal resentful woman. Only because she is influenced by all kinds of palace fights and house fights, she knows very well that if she is too high-profile or too low-key, it is easy to attract others, especially the male owner's attention. Therefore, only by the most normal performance, let the other party treat her as the most ordinary person, can she die of old age and not communicate with each other in the future, Let the other party slowly forget the existence of himself and others, so that he can act recklessly in the night wind Pavilion. Ah, bah, it's self-reliance.

Jin Fengju nodded slightly. He just heard about Fu Qiuning's hanging and came to check it for the first time. After all, in this extraordinary period, it's really difficult for the other party to die. A servant girl can understand the truth. How can the dignified young Marquis not understand it?

"If you don't like those two children, I don't force people to be difficult..." Jin Fengju stood up and seemed to be ready to leave. Before leaving, he pondered and said a half sentence. He only said he didn't force people to be difficult, but he didn't say what he would do with the two children if Fu Qiuning didn't like it.

"No, I like them very much." Fu Qiuning replied lightly, "there's just one more thing. I'd like to ask the little Marquis for convenience."

"Like them? Then why did you hang the beam in the morning?" Jin Feng looked at Fu Qiuning with sharp eyes, as if she wanted to see through what she thought, but only saw a calm and clear look.

"I just said it, but I was bored for a moment, like being blinded by lard. Now I have completely figured it out. It has nothing to do with the two children to do that again." Fu Qiuning avoided Jin Fengju's eyes and looked down calmly.

"Well," Jin Feng nodded, "what did you just say to make it convenient for me?"

Fu Qiuning saluted Yingying again and said softly, "the two children have never had a name. I know that the little Marquis doesn't like them, so I don't dare to work. The little Marquis has thought of their names this afternoon. But anyway, they are always the children of the Jin family. I don't know when the little Marquis can let them into the genealogy?"

The reason why Fu Qiuning raised this question at the first meeting with Jin Fengju was also carefully considered. She didn't want to mention it at first, but when she thought of whether she could see Jin Fengju after this time, she said two things. In this era, children can't recognize their ancestors and return home, just like modern black families, which is very despised. Therefore, Fu Qiuning will appear rash, but actually carefully put it forward to the other party.

"Well... Let's talk about it in the future. What's your name for them?" Jin Feng raised the corner of her mouth and bent a slight smile. When the prince of Zhenjiang sent a matchmaker to propose marriage that day, he said it was "both talent and appearance". Now it seems that this appearance is just a willow posture, which should not be a whole word. I don't know if what I said is just a false name.

Fu Qiuning saw the sarcastic smile on the corners of each other's mouth and was not annoyed. He just replied faintly: "my body is stupid. I don't have a good name. The boy's name is Zang Feng and the girl's name is Zang Jiao. They are all very common. If the little Marquis feels bad, please take a trouble."

"Hide Feng, hide Jiao." Jin Fengju murmured it once, and suddenly said with a smile: "the edge is hidden in the scabbard. Once it is exposed, it will shine all over the world. Jin wuhide Jiao. Well, the moral of these two names is good, and there is no need to change them." he said, "Wan Ying is pregnant. I have to go back and see her, so I won't delay here and don't have to send her."

Then he raised his feet and paused on the Apricot Branches on the table in the hall.

"Yes, I'd like to send you to Xiao Hou Ye." she said it was unnecessary. Fu Qiuning really didn't want to send him. However, the etiquette for his wife always had to be done. Therefore, she lifted Jin Feng out of the door. She was relieved and turned back to the house.

"Jin Ming, what do you think of this woman?" on the way back to Qingwan Pavilion, Jin Fengju seemed to casually ask his personal entourage.

Jin Ming carefully looked at his master's face and wondered how to answer. Before he could figure out an answer, Jin Feng smiled: "Silly thing, when I ask you this, I naturally want you to answer without thinking, so that you can know the real evaluation of her in your heart. Now you just look at my mind, and the answer you come up with must be to please me. What's the use of me? Just don't say it."

There was a cold sweat on Jin Ming's forehead and he secretly complained. He followed a powerful master. That's not good. As soon as you puckered your ass, he knew what shit you were going to shit. It's really not easy for him to sit in the position of personal manager now. Jin Ming thought it was a handful of bitter tears. He couldn't say it all. At the same time, he really admired himself and could Struggling to survive, I haven't been driven away by the little Marquis yet.

"The clothes on those two children are really shabby. They are piled with more than ten patches. Anyway, they are my flesh and blood. Are you too harsh?"

As soon as he admired himself in his heart, he heard Jin Feng raise the second question again, and it was more sharp. The sweat on Jin Ming's forehead turned from small grains of rice to large grains of rice.

"When I returned to my master, it was only because... Because at the beginning, my master had been indifferent to young masters and young ladies. I... I never asked, and... I didn't know that their situation was so miserable. I let them go back..."

"It's all right." Jin Fengju gently waved his hand: "don't charge anything. Tomorrow night, you personally send some cloth. Whether they are really desolate or look like in front of me, they deserve this idea." Jin Fengju gave a light order and added: "Remember, you do it yourself. Wan Ying and her three aunts are not allowed to talk about it, or you'll go away by yourself."

"Yes, yes, I will do it myself, and I will never let my grandmother and aunts notice any signs." the sweat on Jin Ming's forehead has changed from rice grains to soybeans, "pattering pattering" down.

"The fragrance in their room is good. I look at some apricot flowers in the bottle on the table. They are cute with buds and have a faint fragrance." He was thinking about what to do about the job tomorrow night, but Jin Fengju said faintly. For a time, Jin Ming couldn't guess the master's mind, but he saw that Jin Fengju just looked at him and walked into the courtyard of Qingwan pavilion with a slight smile.

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