Chapter 37 Dumplings with mustard greens

The words just fell, and Fu Changxi looked at the violin on his qin case again. After a change in his mind, he had an idea: The last time he was in a hurry, Zhen Tingyun left halfway after speaking, but he couldn't play it. flute. Today was a coincidence, just in time to try out the benefits of Xiaoqu, a female student.

Fu Changxi was thinking about this, and soon heard footsteps coming from outside the door, light and cheerful, like a bird beating on the branches, just listening to the sound made people feel an indescribable love.

The door was quickly pushed open, followed by Zhen Tingyun's voice——

"Sir, are you there?" She came from outside the door, with the fresh breath of spring and the noon sun, her voice sweet and crisp, "Sir, I brought you dumplings, I made them myself!"

Fu Changxi was still sitting behind the Qin desk, without saying a word or getting up. Across a large screen, he could see Zhen Tingyun looking left and right through the hollowed-out gap in the screen, watching her carrying the food box looking for people everywhere.

Zhen Tingyun was wearing a light green short jacket and a long goose-yellow skirt, which just made her originally tall stature a bit taller. At this time, the backlight was standing by the door, slender and graceful, like a painting of a lady. The beauty who came out step by step.

The afternoon sun was shining, and it came in through the carved wooden window and shone on her face. Her face was snow-white, as delicate as a magnolia flower that would shatter when it was rubbed, and it seemed like the finest jade, even if it was It also glows in the light.

Fu Changxi looked at her and felt that she looked very much like a deer that had just stepped into the spring forest. She was so cute that she wanted to reach out and touch the tender horns that only emerged in the spring.

Then, he remembered again: Yes, she is about to have her birthday, and after her birthday, she will be a fourteen-year-old girl...

At this moment, Fu Changxi didn't even know that a mess of thoughts had turned in his mind, but he still stopped his cranky thoughts in time, coughed, and stopped Zhen Tingyun who was running around: "I'm here."

Zhen Tingyun heard the sound and walked around the screen. Then he saw Fu Changxi sitting in front of the piano desk. He couldn't help laughing, "Sir, is playing the piano?"

"Just give it a try." Actually, seeing Zhen Tingyun coming over at this moment, he is also happy, but he is always serious, even if he likes it in his heart, and his face is also light, stretches out Lu Qiqin in front of him and pushes Open up a bit, and then asked, "Why do you remember to come here? Are you bringing dumplings?"

Zhen Tingyun blinked his eyes when he heard the sound, then put the food box to one side, stretched out his hand and opened it to Fu Changxi to take a look, and explained to him in a brisk tone: "I accompany my grandmother to Zhuangzi to relax today, I was thinking of Come to see Mr.. I happened to have a mustard vegetable mixed with oil for lunch. I thought it tasted good, so I wanted to ask Mr. to taste it. It happened that the mustard was freshly picked and very fresh, so I just made it Some mustard dumplings for Mr.

As she said that, she bent her eyes and said sweetly with her mouth: "It can be seen that I have you in my heart as a student - if there is something good, I always want to honor you, Mr.

Fu Changxi listened, and his heart was quite appropriate: he lost his mother when he was young, so he was angered by Emperor Xiaozong, and he went to the fief at a young age, which can be regarded as a weak relationship. Although he has many servants and many loyal servants, he is not as considerate as Zhen Tingyun when he discusses it in detail - of course, this is also because those people know his identity, and there is no Zhen Ting in the end. Such a cheeky cloud.

Seeing that Fu Changxi's face softened slightly, Zhen Tingyun consciously completed the daily task of "flattering every day", then closed the food box and handed it over to the servants in the other courtyard, and asked them to cook dumplings. : "When it's ready, I'll eat a bowl with my husband."

Fu Changxi couldn't hold back for a while, and said critically: "You also said that you will send me dumplings - there is only so much in total, and you have to share half of it yourself, which shows that you are unwilling to suffer."

Zhen Tingyun seemed innocent: "I'm here to accompany Mr.

Fu Changxi raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were black and white, and his pupils were as black as ink. His face is handsome and indifferent, and he doesn't seem to have a trace of emotion when looking at people.

Zhen Tingyun was not afraid of him, but instead asked jokingly: "Otherwise, I will sit on the side and watch Mr. You eat, and Mr. is afraid that you won't be able to eat it, right?"

Facing Zhen Tingyun like this, Fu Changxi couldn't get angry at all, so he had to take his eyes back again, and put on the appearance of you.

Zhen Tingyun coaxed Fu Changxi, and for a while he remembered the steamed rice with bacon that he had eaten for lunch. He couldn't help regretting it, and whispered: "Oh, I forgot to bring two pieces of bacon. Our Zhuangzi's bacon is all made by ourselves. It’s still wild boar, and I think it tastes good when I eat it, so I wanted to bring some for you, sir…”

There was another Zhen Tingyun in the room, but the serenity of the past was no longer there, but Fu Changxi was not bothered, his mood was much more relaxed, and he said smoothly, "If you want to eat bacon, I'll ask someone to prepare it. It's worth it. Such a long sigh..."

Zhen Tingyun made himself greedy, hesitated for a while, and said, "Then, let someone do something?"

With this trivial matter, Fu Changxi naturally followed her. With a slight nod, he explained the matter to the person below. Then he pointed to the position opposite the Qin case and said, "Have you brought a flute?"

Zhen Tingyun understood as soon as he heard it: this is to test and teach her the benefits of Xiaoqu these days.

She immediately forgot about the dumplings and bacon steamed rice, and responded, "I brought it! The purple jade flute you gave me, sir, I'll take it with me, so I'm afraid I'll lose it."

I have to say that Zhen Tingyun's words, Fu Changxi heard it, and his voice softened a little: "Well, you can play a song, and I will accompany you."

For a while, the two of them sat and stood across the qin table, one played the qin, and the other played the flute, the flute and the flute sang, and the music poured out like running water.

The sash of the house was half-open, and the sound of the qin and xiao was quickly carried out by the wind.

At that time, the small county master of Yanwang's mansion was leading people to play in Xishan. He was startled when he heard the music, so he called someone to ask.

Hearing that it was the sound of music from the other courtyard at the foot of the mountain, she couldn't help but be overjoyed on her normally indifferent face. She smiled and said, "It's a coincidence, Uncle Su is here today."

The only one who can be called Uncle Su by the small county master is the regent.

Everyone present felt their hearts jump when they heard the words, and they were a little apprehensive.

On the other hand, Zhen Yiyun, although he has been thinking about the Prince of Yan who has not yet met, is still heartbroken when he hears the matter of the Prince Regent, so he inevitably asks: "Since the Prince Regent is here, should we avoid it?"

Zhen Yiyun is quite aware of the temperament of the little county master, and this sounded like persuasion, but it was a secret push.

Sure enough, the little county master frowned slightly when he heard the words, and looked over: "What's there to avoid? Since Uncle Su is here, I, as a niece, naturally want to go to see him."

Zhen Yiyun lowered her head and didn't speak any more - she just wanted to see if she could follow the little princess to see the regent.

Although there are not many descriptions of this prince regent here, it is also vaguely mentioned, suggesting that he was the one who pulled out the Queen Mother Shen and the Shen family, and finalized the position of the heir of Prince Yan. Therefore, Zhen Yiyun was really curious, and really wanted to meet the regent who was "powerful in the government and the opposition, never married or heir".

With Fu Changxi playing the piano on the side, Zhen Tingyun finished the song very smoothly.

After the song ended, Zhen Tingyun took Zi Yuxiao contentedly, turned to look at Fu Changxi, and winked at him.

Fu Changxi only regarded her as having eye cramps and asked, "...what's the matter?"

Zhen Tingyun had no choice but to hint: "Sir, how do you think I'm playing?"

"It's okay. It's really benefited a lot." Fu Changxi endured it, but still praised her.

Zhen Tingyun was bubbling with beauty. If she had a tail, she would have started wagging her tail proudly.

Fu Changxi really couldn't see her face-to-face compliments, as if she was going to go to heaven, so he put on the air of being a teacher and said to her: "You started late and your foundation is weak, if you really want to achieve something in this way, you must be better than others. Diligence is."

Zhen Tingyun was very serious about studying. Hearing the words, he nodded and responded seriously: "Mmmm."

Before Fu Changxi could continue to speak, Zhen Tingyun sat down opposite the piano table again, propped his chin with his hand, and asked curiously, "However, I have heard people say that diligent study and hard practice can make your skills profound, but also It only stops at the skills, not the Dao. A true genius is one who knows ten by hearing one thing, and one hundred things at a time, far better than ordinary people.”

Fu Changxi raised his eyes slightly, but did not answer directly, but said, "There are very few geniuses like this, and there are more ordinary people in the world. Since you just want to take the women's school, then you don't need to envy the talent of geniuses, you just need to work hard on your own. , it is enough to outperform those ordinary people."

In fact, when it comes to talent, Zhen Tingyun really has that much. Otherwise, with only a few months of effort, she would definitely not be at the level she is today.

Fu Changxi's vision is very high, and he can naturally see that Zhen Tingyun is now touching the threshold, and the only thing lacking is time - wait for her to use time to hone her skills to mature, harmonious and harmonious, and then have her talent, let it flow naturally , when it will be successful. It's a pity that June is the women's school entrance examination, and what she lacks most is time. Now she can only ask her to go back to practice hard, and then go to the women's school to try her luck, maybe she can meet a famous teacher with eyesight.

Of course, about talent, Fu Changxi would definitely not tell Zhen Tingyun - just because of Zhen Tingyun's habit of being proud of her praise, Fu Changxi really didn't dare to talk to her.

However, after Zhen Tingyun heard Fu Changxi's words, she had a different understanding: yes, she just wanted to go to a women's school, and then choose a good family to marry, away from the troubled nest of Zhen's family and away from those things in her dreams. Therefore, in fact, there is no need to worry too much about this aspect. If you are really interested, you can wait until after the women's school to continue your research.

After he figured this out, Zhen Tingyun didn't go into it any further. Instead, he stood up from his seat: "I'll go and see if the dumplings are ready. I'll accompany you to have a bowl with you before leaving."

Fu Changxi nodded and watched her go out.

After a while, Zhen Tingyun brought two bowls of boiled mustard dumplings on a mahogany tray, one large and one small. There are about five or six dumplings in the small bowl, very few.

Fu Changxi took a second look, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you just eat that much?"

Zhen Tingyun didn't care: "I'll just eat a little to taste, and there will be steamed rice with bacon in the evening."

Hearing this, Fu Changxi couldn't help but look at his big bowl again: "..."

Zhen Tingyun's desire to survive was very tenacious, so he immediately turned his mouth: "I only have such an appetite, and naturally I don't eat much, sir, you are different. You are busy in your daily life, and you have to take time to guide me, this fool. Students, it's really hard work, you must eat more."

"Look, the mustard dumplings I specially made for you, and the big bowl I specially picked for you. You have to try it." After speaking, Zhen Tingyun handed the big bowl to Fu Changxi first, with a smile on his face.

Fu Changxi said to her in a low voice, "It's eloquent to say something."

Zhen Tingyun just pretended he didn't hear it, held his bowl of dumplings as if nothing had happened, put it on the table, put away the tray, and then started to sit down and eat dumplings.

Fu Changxi also picked up the spoon and ate a bite. The dumpling skin was so thin that a bite was full of hot juice. The fragrance of mustard greens blended with the deliciousness of the meat filling, and it was as fresh as the spring that revived everything sweet.

Fu Changxi couldn't help but eat another one.

When Zhen Tingyun saw this, the corners of his lips curled slightly.

The two sat facing each other and finished eating half a bowl of dumplings before Fu Changxi remembered another thing: "I remember, your birthday is in April?"

If Fu Changxi didn't mention this, Zhen Tingyun almost forgot about it.

Zhen Tingyun grew up with Mrs. Zhen in the countryside when she was a child, but it is not like these ladies in the capital like to hold birthday banquets. A few years ago, Mrs. Zhen just dealt with it casually and passed. Later, the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren became better, and Mrs. Zhen treated her granddaughter carefully, and then she remembered that she wanted to celebrate her granddaughter's birthday. Of course, the countryside is not very particular, and Mrs. Zhen is a stingy and stingy, that is, she cooks a bowl of birthday noodles for Zhen Tingyun herself.

Seriously, Madam Zhen's craftsmanship is not as good as Bazhen. However, Zhen Tingyun still eats one bowl every year, and eats it seriously.

Now that I think about it, Zhen Tingyun's expression softened, and then he came back to his senses and nodded: "Yes, it is April 19th."

Fu Changxi nodded, as if he was thinking about something, and suddenly changed the subject: "Have you read the book about riding and shooting that I gave you last time? How's your practice?"

Speaking of this, Zhen Tingyun forgot about her birthday. She was so worried that she couldn't even eat dumplings. She put the spoon in her hand back, and sighed: "Actually, when I'm at home, I still ask people to set up a target in the courtyard, and I'll practice with bows and arrows when I'm free. But I heard that , When women take the exam, they have to ride on a horse and shoot arrows when they take the archery exam..."

Mainly because of her lack of conditions, there is no place to practice riding and shooting. If the conditions are better, people will have their own horse farms, and they can practice riding and shooting as you go. But Zhen's family is just an ordinary family. Zhen Tingyun and Zhen Yiyun also live in the same courtyard. Not to mention that horses can't run in the courtyard.

Although Mrs. Pei had said that this Zhuangzi in the suburbs could teach her to practice riding and archery, Zhen Tingyun was not stupid, she had already figured it out: this Zhuangzi, Mrs. Pei, had already been taken care of by Zhen Yiyun, if she really had something to do, she would run In the past, 80% of Zhen Yiyun could not bear it. Even this time, she took advantage of Pei's guilt to bring it up, and this got the nod of the first two chiefs, but this method can't always be used, can it?

Fu Changxi had expected it long ago, and after a little pondering, he said, "I'm busy these days, so I can't always be in another courtyard, but I've already explained it to the guards here. You can arrange it yourself, you can come every few days, Practice riding and shooting here. If I'm not here, you can let the guards watch it, it's safer. Besides, most of them are good at this, so you can ask them if you have any questions."

Zhen Tingyun heard that Guo was overjoyed, and after he was over, he couldn't help but look at Fu Changxi.

She is no longer the country bumpkin she used to be, and she knows very well that those who can have other courtyards in Xishan are all powerful and powerful, and Yuanhui is still guarding guards next to this other courtyard! She had quietly counted it before, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. In short, there were more than ten, and this was not counting those in the dark.

So, what is the origin of Yuan Hui? What is your identity?

Fu Changxi naturally noticed the suspicion in Zhen Tingyun's eyes. In fact, he was also ready to answer Zhen Tingyun's question.

As a result, Zhen Tingyun blinked his eyes, but he really held back, he didn't ask!

For a while, Fu Changxi didn't know what was in his heart.

Instead, it was Zhen Tingyun, her ears moved suddenly, as if she heard something, and she whispered: "Someone seems to be coming outside?" After a pause, she couldn't help but be a little surprised, "I feel like I've heard this voice somewhere. "

Immediately, Zhen Tingyun suddenly came to his senses, and looked at Fu Changxi in disbelief: The voice of the person who came here really sounded familiar, quite similar to... the little princess of Yan Wangfu!

However, soon, Zhen Tingyun couldn't even bother to see Fu Changxi, so he panicked: Zhen Yiyun is going to the banquet of the little princess today, will she come too?

Thinking of this, Zhen Yiyun still forced himself to calm down, and then turned to look at Fu Changxi: "Sir, I seem to hear the voice of the little princess of Yan Wangfu?"

Fu Changxi: "..."

Although he had already thought about it and let it go, people would just say it outright, but Zhen Tingyun really asked, and Fu Changxi suddenly didn't want to say anything.

After a moment of silence, Fu Changxi said, "Maybe, you heard it wrong."

After a pause, he got up from his seat, walked out, and said, "You stay here first, I'll go out and see..."

Zhen Tingyun really didn't want to go out, so he nodded obediently and watched Fu Changxi leave, still thinking about the years: So, what is Yuan Hui's identity? It's not like the little princess, Jinwu Zangjiao, is it?

The more Zhen Tingyun thought about it, the more crooked he was, and he only felt that the chills were not light, and finally he had to shrug: I can't think about it any more, let's wait for Yuan Hui to come back and ask him.

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Fu Changxi came out of the room and saw Fu Nianhua, the little princess waiting outside.

Naturally, there were also those daughters and daughters who were following behind the little county lord—these were all ignored by Fu Changxi at a glance, and it was just as if he hadn't seen them. He glanced at the little niece whom he seldom saw, barely holding back his temper, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Uncle Su." Seeing Fu Changxi, the uncle coming out from the inside, the little county master's always cold face couldn't help but smile, he hurried up to salute and explained, "Today, the niece is hosting a banquet in the courtyard, Just when I heard the sound of the uncle's lute, I wanted to come over and say hello to the uncle."

Fu Changxi nodded.

The little princess still has to speak.

Fu Changxi interrupted her, and said lightly, "Since you have come to say hello, now that you have done so, should you go?"

Little Princess: "..."

The smile on the face of the little county master was almost unbearable, and she couldn't help but secretly thought: No wonder the mother-in-law often said that the uncle was withdrawn and difficult to provoke.

Fortunately, the little princess was the daughter of Princess Yan, who was brought up by Princess Yan. She was reserved and indifferent when dealing with people like Zhen Yiyun, and she was more careful when dealing with elders like Fu Changxi in addition to admiration and closeness. Seeing that Fu Changxi's face was not good, he immediately opened his mouth to drive people away, and the little county master would not die, so he saluted and said warmly, "Yes, niece will leave now."

The little county master got up and wanted to leave, and the group of ladies who were following behind her was naturally not easy to stay, so they had to go with them.

Zhen Yiyun followed in the last position, and before leaving, she quietly glanced at Fu Changxi, her fingers gripping the corners of her sleeves were tense, and her heart was beating wildly: She still came to the capital last year, and she hasn't seen it yet. Even the Prince Regent who entered the city that day was just standing on a restaurant overlooking the distance. glanced. Therefore, this is also the first time that she has seen such a person up close. She really did not expect that the Prince Regent who had only mentioned a few sentences in the book would look like this. Such looks and aura are simply not comparable to those of the stars of the previous life, or even beyond words.

In this way, she followed the person to the door, and Zhen Yiyun came back to her senses just now, and quietly looked around, seeing that everyone was a little absent-minded, and she relaxed a little. Then, she tugged on Pei Mingzhu's sleeve and whispered, "I didn't expect the Prince Regent to be like this." It was different from what she saw in the restaurant from a distance.

Only then did Pei Mingzhu come back to her senses. She covered her hot cheeks with her hands and responded in a low voice, "Yeah, I didn't expect..."

The little girls whispered and left the yard before Fu Changxi turned back to the room to see Zhen Tingyun.

As a result, Zhen Tingyun couldn't hold back this time, and couldn't help but said: "Sir, it should be the little princess who just came, right?" Although she didn't hear Fu Changxi talking to the little princess, she was in the room. After thinking about it for a while, the more I think about it, the more I feel that I heard it right at first.

So, she looked up at Fu Changxi, opened her eyes slightly, and looked like "I don't read much, don't lie to me".

Fu Changxi really felt a headache. If he really wanted to say something, it might be okay to confess his identity now. But he was a little speechless, and after thinking about it, he said, "It's her."

Zhen Tingyun's eyes widened.

Fu Changxi was really afraid that her eyeballs would just fall out.

Immediately afterwards, she heard Zhen Tingyun ask in a low voice, "Then, why did the little princess come back here?" She didn't dare to ask her identity directly, she just turned a corner and asked.

Of course, this turn is also very urgent.

Fu Changxi saw that she was worried and scared. For some reason, his heart moved, and the words had already been said: "This is the Prince Regent's other courtyard, and she naturally came to visit the Prince Regent, the uncle."

Zhen Tingyun felt that his heart was beating so fast that he could hardly breathe, and his voice became a little weak: "Then, then, sir, who are you..."

Fu Changxi had seen enough of the changing expression on her face before he said, "Don't worry, I'm not the Prince Regent."

Before he finished speaking, Zhen Tingyun, who was in front of him, changed his previous worries and weakness, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Fu Changxi didn't want to lie, so he had to give a little bit of energy to make a speech: "I am a person by the Regent's side, and I can't tell you my name for the time being. This yard was also given to me by the Regent, and it is because of the Regent. When the king is not here, the little county master has just come and gone."

Zhen Tingyun trusted Mr. Fu Changxi quite a bit. After listening to what he said and combining the situation, he thought about it: If you say that, it seems to make sense?At least, this explanation is more credible than Yuanhui, who is actually the prince regent. She wouldn't believe it if the prince regent had a bad mind to steal her horse and was brought back by the horse...

Thinking of this, Zhen Tingyun persuaded himself. As soon as he felt relaxed, his expression softened. He couldn't help staring at Fu Changxi, and said angrily, "Sir, you too, what a ridiculous joke at this time! I was almost scared.kill me..."

After speaking, Zhen Tingyun remembered another thing, and said with a smile to Fu Changxi: "Also, the joke you told last time, Mr., was also learned from the regent of others? I thought it was your own thought.Well, as soon as I talked to people at my grandfather's house, I was broken by the little county master, and I was embarrassed to death!"

It's all your fault.

Fu Changxi: "..."

I learn from myself?!

I'm so fucking wrong!!