Chapter 133: Punishment

To put it bluntly, Fu Yunshang is the real manager of the Fu family. The previous rules are all dead. If Fu Yunshang wants to change the rules, it is just a matter of words (Qing Qing). What’s more, Fu Yunshang is not finished. Completely partial to Subei, didn't you give Mrs. Fu a face and fined Subei to copy the scriptures?
Mrs. Fu scolded Fu Yunshang in her heart: stinky boy, and then said: "Since you have spoken, then do as you say, not to mention Yunshu's nose is bleeding, nothing serious, just Xiaobei is the person you choose. In the future, I will take over the place on my behalf. You still have to teach her how to behave."
Fu Yunshang: "Yes, I will."
"It's not too late. I took Xiaobei to Jingge... I lost my company first." Nodded at Mrs. Situ and Mrs. Gong.
After Fu Yunshang and Su Bei left, Mrs. Fu waved his hands and found several maids to send Mrs. Szeto and Mrs. Gong away. They glanced at Yunshu and faced Yunzhi, "It looks What does it look like, you send her back to rest, and give her reasoning, don’t embarrass me in front of outsiders!"
Yun Zhi heard the anger in Mrs. Fu's words and bowed his head, "Yes."
Yunshu watched Mrs. Fu walk away, slapped away the Yunzhi holding her, and threw the handkerchief that Yunzhi just handed her to the ground, angrily said, "You stay away from me, I don't need you Fake care!"
Yun Zhi staggered and frowned, "Do you think the old lady doesn't know your thoughts? Her old man just doesn't want to worry about you in general, I advise you to get back early, and you have just seen Master’s attitude, he never doubted Mrs. Young even if you suspected it. You have a nosebleed. He really cares about whether Mrs. Young’s hand is injured... Don’t you even understand these things now? You are basically to the young master... "
"Shut up for me--" Yun Shuyang's hand will give Yun Zhi a slap.
Yun Zhi didn't have time to react, and he was left in place, thinking that he was hiding behind his eyes, waiting for the palm to fall for three seconds, but there was no pain in his face.
Slowly opened his eyes, only to see that I don’t know when, Liu Fen stood behind her (身sh　n) and grabbed Yunshu's wrist.
Yun Shu's face (color) appeared painful, gritted his teeth to withdraw his hand, but Liu Fen was too strong, she could not earn anything (took off), and her numb wrists would lose consciousness.
"Liu Fen, what do you do! Let me go!" Yun Shu said with a grin on his face.
Liu Fen looked at her coldly, shrugged her hand away dismissively, and said politely, "Yun Zhi is your sister, she said these words for your own good, don't be too ignorant, she never owes Yours, yell at her if you don’t move in the future, know that in the old mansion and the Fu family, Yun Zhi’s position is more powerful than you! The old lady’s side does not need me to remind you that she is more biased ( Who loves i)!"
Yun Shu looked at Liu Fen dumbly. After snorting coldly, he turned and walked away quickly.
Yun Zhi stirred his hands together, bowing his head awkwardly and afraid to look at Liu Fen.
In fact, Liu Fen just said something very reasonable. In the old house, she didn't need to look at Yunshu's face (color), let alone her anger.
But her ((sexuality)xing) style is like this.
Think of her and Liu Fen's marriage for so many years, the family affairs (qing qing) have always been held by Liu Fen (((操cao)c　o)c　o), both to earn money to support the family and to do laundry and cooking, and she It's just Bai (日ri) in the old house with the old lady chatting to watch drama, sunburn and so on.
I am afraid that only Liu Fen can live with her ((sexual)xing) style.
Yun Zhi pursed her lips, her hands that were stirred together slowly tightened, and she gathered her courage. When she opened her eyes and wanted to take the initiative to break the silence, Liu Fen already spoke first: "It's cold at night, go back ."
Yun Zhi closed his mouth and responded: "...oh."
Jingge.
The Jingge is very large, like a library, but unlike the library, the decoration here is pure ancient style, which is completely the visual sense of the royal library in the ancient style TV series.
Even the books placed on the shelf of the wooden cabinet are of bamboo tube type, and a label is attached underneath.
North Jiangsu casually pulled out a book, opened the first look inside, and reviled the book, and put it back in the distance.
It's almost heartbroken, and the seal script above.
To her, it seemed like a book of heaven.
"Xiaobei, come here."
While Northern Jiangsu was wandering around blindly, Fu Yunshang, who was kneeling on the cushion behind the table case, called her lightly.
The Jing Pavilion was very bright, with candlesticks all around. Fu Yunshang held a brush in his hand. A blank sheet of paper was spread in front of him. Next to it was a book of scripture. The words on it were very small.
"Help me grind."
Subei took the ink stick and sat on his knees opposite him, a little (touching Mo) said: "Isn't you punished me for writing?"
Fu Yunshang wrote a beautiful hairpin script on white paper, raising his eyes like a smile, "Will you write a brush?"
Subei was embarrassed (touching Mo) (touching Mo) on her nose, she really didn't know much about it.
"Cough... Should I pour some water into Yantai first?" North Jiangsu looked at Yantai Road, which was almost dry.
Fu Yunshang wrote the pen and dipped the last drop of ink from the inkstand. He said: "No, just grind it directly. If the ink is too dilute, the color (color) will be light, making it difficult for the color (color) to appear, and it's easier to faint.
Nodded in the north of Jiangsu, nodded, and began a large-scale project.
The candlelight swayed, and the night breeze sneaked in from the half-open window.
Northern Jiangsu only wore a skirt and was ventilated on all sides of the pavilion. Even if there were so many candles, it was not warm, so he could not help but shuddered. The ink stick in his hand tilted, and the ink was thrown out. Coincidentally, it fell on the paper where Fu Yunshang had copied half of the scriptures...
Fu Yunshang's nib paused and looked up at Northern Jiangsu.
Subei's mouth became o-shaped, staring blankly at the two words in the center of the paper that were completely covered by ink drops.
sweat……
Seeing it is about to finish a copy, do you want to make such a tease?
"Little North."
The man's voice was low, with some complaints and helplessness in his tone.
Subei was simply embarrassed. She sat halfway up and scrubbed the ink drop with her hands. The result was conceivable. She pasted a large amount of text on the paper. Ink, and her shining fingerprints...