Fu Rong didn't know whether to believe the hearsay, but felt that the rumor was really reasonable. In this life, Xu Jin and the crown prince will fight for each other sooner or later. Since Fu Rong wants to keep Xu Jin's life, he is going to push the prince to death. Fu Rong doesn't want to worry about things that are too far away. She just wants to help Fu Ning avoid the misfortune of the previous life when she can. Even if she still can't get out of her body in the end, she doesn't want to die like that.

"Sister!"

The voice of Fu Bao's surprise came to his ear, and Fu Rong looked up.

Fu Ning is supported by a Mammy and walks lightly. Her loose green dress and white skirt flutter with the wind, which is extraordinary and refined.

Fu Rong Shen Qing, a few small ones have surrounded, sweet to call big sister.

Fu Ning praised Fu Rong one by one, especially Fu Rong. She even brought the gift of adding boxes to Fu Rong. She held the little girl's hand and said, "at that time, I'm sure I can't send my third sister out of the cabinet in person. I'll give you something earlier when we meet today. When the third sister is married, we'll have more chances to meet. We'll talk well then."

The attitude is intimate and natural, and there is no sourness because Fu Rong is about to become the imperial concubine.

Fu Rong nodded with a smile and bent down to her stomach and said, "well, at that time, not only can I see my big sister, but also I can hug my little nephew."

Fu Ning touches his stomach and smiles softly.

Lin loves to listen to this sentence. He suddenly doesn't care so much about Fu Rong Gao's marriage. He smiles and asks everyone to go back to the room to talk.

After a hot meal in Wufu hall, Qiao took his two daughters to leave, so as not to disturb Lin and Funing.

Fu Ning leans in the mother's arms, mixed feelings, the prince a person in the guest room pacing back and forth, very depressed.

When he came to Fu's house, he meant to coax Fu Ning. More importantly, he hoped to meet the three girls. However, when he arrived at the Marquis of Jingyang, only the men went out to meet him. No matter what he wanted to do, or Fu Pinchuan or Fu Yu Lin Shaotang, he couldn't find a chance to meet the three girls.

Suspected to stay in the room stuffy flustered, the prince out of the door, just walked to the front of the courtyard, opposite Fu Yu came over.

"The humble house is so simple that the prince can't get used to it?" Fu Yu was concerned.

The crown prince said with a smile, "run is too modest. I just rarely get out of the palace. I remember that your garden has a unique scenery and I want to visit it. It's you. Why don't you stop in the house at this time

Fu Yu said: "my mother is worried that the prince is not used to sleeping, so she asked me to have a look. Since the prince wants to enjoy the scenery, can I walk with the prince?"

What can the prince say?

Fu Yu made a gesture of invitation, half a step behind the prince, and calmly introduced the scenery of the garden to him. Fu Ding Fu Chen loved Wu, but he liked reading. He was also a famous talent in Beijing. As a talented person, his literary talent is of course not vulgar. In the afternoon when the cicadas are hiding in the leaves in the scorching sun, he even tasted another flavor. His words are funny and he talks about the scenery one by one.

The prince didn't look at anything. He was sweating. He heard the sound of water in front of him. He knew that he was near the lake. He could not help but walk over there.

Fu Yu followed with a smile.

The prince swept around the lake, pointed to the pavilion and said, "go sit down, walk for so long, a little tired."

"Good." Fu Yu's voice is still clear and clear. He turns back and tells me to prepare tea.

The prince is really too hot, Fu you did not finish, he first quickly walked toward the pavilion, Fu you back, the prince has been 20 steps away from him.

He looked at the prince's back for a while before he lifted his feet.

When he found that the prince's steps suddenly stopped, and then quickened his steps, Fu Yu frowned and looked at the pavilion.

He saw a pink skirt girl stand up, because of the shelter of the pavilion pillars, only the corner of the skirt was invisible.

Juvenile has been smiling in the black eyes, anger flashed by.

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