The condition of Fu Beimo's head was complicated and he couldn't inject it for too long. After he finished eating the sesame peanut candy, Yan Funing stopped the injection. The silver needles on the table were also put away. Seeing his sister-in-law put away the silver needle, Fu Beimo was surprised: "Sister-in-law, won't you prick me?" "Prick it again after some time, wait until you are no longer afraid, and be mentally prepared before pricking it again." Fu Beimo touched his head and said honestly: "My sister-in-law said she wouldn't prick her, so I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid anymore, and my head that used to be heavy felt relaxed." After all, he was still afraid of needles. Yan Funing knew that her acupuncture was effective. In modern times, when she just learned to walk, she watched her grandparents perform acupuncture. It was probably all over the place at that time. Now, what she lacks is clinical experience.
Watching Fu Beimo skipping out of the hall, waving to Meng Li to practice sword practice with him, his innocent look that day made Yan Funing smile lightly. Fu Ciyi looked sideways at her, suddenly feeling an inexplicable emotion in his heart. She treats Bei Mo really well, from the bottom of her heart. And she always felt like she had some purpose for being nice to him. After a while, Lu Wenfeng came. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he greeted Fu Ciyi: "Brother Ciyi." His eyes turned to Wan Niang, and he made a junior salute: "Well, aunt." He raised his eyes and saw Fu Nanyao, and called out again: "Miss Fu." Finally, he turned his gaze to Yan Funing, secretly wondering what to call her? Siblings? inappropriate. After hesitating for a while, he called out: "Miss Yan Er." Yan Funing nodded lightly and left the main room. She didn't know what Lu Wenfeng was doing this time, and she wasn't interested in knowing. She quickly returned to the west wing and continued sewing cowhide. Fu Ciyi asked Lu Wenfeng to take a seat. The others walked away one after another, leaving only two people sitting in the room. Fu Ciyi poured a glass of water for Lu Wenfeng: "Is there any news?" Lu Wenfeng didn't dislike the bamboo teacup either. Maybe he was thirsty, so he drank all the water in the cup. Then he elaborated on what he had asked Fu Minghe about yesterday at the Fu Mansion: "...Fu Minghe refused to reveal anything." Fu Ciyi frowned when he heard this: "How does he look?" "When I mentioned Bei Mo, Fu Minghe had a subtle expression."
With this sentence, Fu Ciyi knew that the attack on Nan Yao and Bei Mo was related to Fu Minghe. At least Fu Minghe knew something. Lu Wenfeng shamelessly picked up the teapot, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp. "This is one thing I'm going to talk about today, and there's another thing that I'm sure Brother Ci Yi would like to know about." "What's the matter?" Lu Wenfeng lowered his voice: "Fu Zhengqing is about to be promoted to magistrate of Ling County." Fu Ciyi's voice was very light: "At the beginning of last year, the magistrate of Ling County was vacant. Fu Zhengqing, as the county magistrate, acted as the acting magistrate." The people of Ling County have already adopted Fu Zhengqing as the county magistrate. The Yan family married their daughter to the Fu family precisely because of this, the so-called money and power transaction. Lu Wenfeng also said: "Last year, I mentioned that I would be promoted at the beginning of this year, but there has been no news in the past few months. I thought this was the end of the matter, but I never expected to learn the news last night." Fu Ciyi asked directly: "Why is it so sudden now?" Lu Wenfeng said ashamedly: "I have some relationship with the Lu family in the capital." "Your cousin?" Lu Wenfeng nodded: "Last night, I overheard from my grandfather that at the beginning of this year, Fu Zhengqing sent someone to send several boxes of gold and silver jewelry to Beijing." After a slight pause, he scoffed, "The person who sent it was none other than my five-year-old. Pinguan's cousin." Fu Ciyi raised his eyebrows: "Look at his expression, you don't like this cousin?" "It's hard to say whether I'm happy or not, because of him, our Lu family is prosperous." Lu Wenfeng waved his hands, unwilling to say more about this person, and returned to what he had just said, "Fu Zhengqing's boxes of gold and silver jewelry have a purpose. two." Fu Ciyi said softly: "The first is Fu Zhengqing's own official career, and the second is to pave the way for Fu Minghe to come to Beijing to take the exam." Lu Wenfeng gave a thumbs up: "When talking to smart people, it's all about one point." Fu Ciyi poured him a glass of water: "There is no tea at home." "It doesn't matter." Lu Wenfeng took another sip of water, "Brother Ci Yi, now I not only want you to win the championship in autumn, I also hope that you can defeat Fu Minghe in spring. Then we will see how many boxes of gold and silver they have. What's the use?" Fu Ciyi tapped his slender fingers lightly on the bamboo teacup: "If your Qiuwei rank is higher than Fu Minghe's, what do you think he will do?" Hearing this, Lu Wenfeng perked up: "Then his face will be lost!" After saying this, he laughed. He smiled, then frowned and said, "I don't have the strength." "Why not give it a try?" "You're right. We have to take the test anyway. If I do well in the test, I will be proud of myself." Lu Wenfeng seemed to be inspired. He stood up and bowed to Fu Ciyi, "I'm going back. Let's go back and read." Fu Ciyi didn't leave anyone behind and sent them directly out of the courtyard. After leaving the courtyard, Lu Wenfeng saw Fu Nanyao at the door of the east wing and waved goodbye to her: "Miss Fu, I'm going back." Fu Nanyao glanced at him and ignored him. Lu Wenfeng was not annoyed and said, "See you another day."
Fu Nanyao remained silent. When Meng Li, who was practicing swordsmanship with Fu Beimo, saw this, he felt an inexplicable feeling of inferiority in his heart. This Lu Wenfeng came several times and always smiled at Miss Nan Yao. It would be fine if the person named Lu didn't have any thoughts. But as stupid as he was, he could tell that the man named Lu was not ordinary to Miss Nan Yao. Looking back at myself, what kind of identity do I have, how can I have undue thoughts about the hostess? Thinking like this, the sword used to fight Fu Beimo was a bit fierce. Fu Beimo's eyes narrowed and he immediately accepted the challenge. The two immediately entered into a selfless battle. Li Xinheng and Caiyu were stunned. Caiyu: "Uncle Li, look at me, I am young and I learn quickly." Li Xinheng clenched his fist: "My fist is very strong!" Caiyu: "You are also old." Li Xinheng raised his hand: "Caiyu, why don't we also come and sign?" Caiyu didn't say anything and directly punched Li Xinheng's fist. Li Xinheng didn't expect Caiyu's fist to be hard, so he used [-]% of his strength. There was a muffled sound. The shock made Caiyu's finger joints ache. She jumped and waved her hands: "Uncle Li, you are actually serious!" Li Xinheng grabbed Caiyu's fist with both big hands and blew her hard. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just forgot that you are a woman." Caiyu was dumbfounded and shouted to the west wing at the top of her voice: "Girl, Uncle Li is bullying me!" Yan Funing, who was sewing cowhide, was startled when the embroidery needle stuck into her fingertips. "what--" The shout was so soft that no one else heard it, not even the blind Wan Niang, but Fu Ciyi heard it. He hurried back to his room. "what happened?" "No, it's okay." She put her hands behind her back. She half lowered her head in front of him, and Fu Ciyi lowered his head to look at her. This look was remarkable, her beautiful eyes were covered with tears, there were still crystal teardrops hanging on her lower eyelashes, and the ends of her eyes were red.
Clearly crying. He gently held her wrist behind her back, and there was a bright red drop of blood on her fingertips.