Chapter 122: dispute

Mrs. Fu got the answer she wanted from Cheng Wanmiao's mouth. She was suddenly full of energy, and the whole person was young for several years as if she were radiant.
Early the next morning, the old lady couldn't wait for Fu Tingye to come to her to greet her and lead a group of maidservants to the courtyard where he lived.
Originally, after Fu Tingye's "special treatment" at Hua Qingxue, he had almost forgotten the suffocation and anger at the banquet. Unexpectedly, the old lady did not intend to let him go, and ran over early in the morning.
Fu Tingye thought about it, Yomo guessed a little bit of intentions, only to feel very bored, and told the next man: "Just say I'm not here."
He didn't want to see the old lady.
But Mrs. Fu was not easy to send, and when Fu Tingye disappeared, she had to break through.
She was so old that the guards did not dare to stop them, and actually let her in.
"Where did my son go yesterday?" Mrs. Fu smiled on the face, but there was a bit of indignation in her smile, "What did you do with disgrace, so you saw me without a face?"
Fu Tingye didn't want to argue with her, and avoided talking about yesterday's affairs, and said with a blank expression: "His son is busy on business, and the mother came early in the morning. Is there anything wrong?"
Mrs. Fu suddenly became angry, pointing at him and scolding: "Sin son! You still have a face to ask me?! What happened yesterday, are you ready to do that?!"
Fu Tingye was annoyed and calmly looked directly at Mrs. Fu, "the son does not know what the mother asked."
The old lady was more powerful, saying one by one: "Wan Miao grew up with me since she was a child. She was bullied yesterday. This matter was owed by Hou Fu. Hou Fu wants to give her justice!"
Fu Tingye flashed a sneer in his eyes, "Oh, my mother thought, how should Hou Fu be fair to her?"
"Naturally is to marry a wife!" Mrs. Fu said straightforwardly.
Fu Tingye's face was completely cold, and the tone was cold, "Is it true, I don't know who will marry his cousin?"
Mrs. Fu's crutches slammed the floor tiles and yelled angrily: "You have stained her reputation, do you plan to stay out of it?!"
"Such a crime, the son can't afford it, and the mother still asks the best." Fu Tingye's hand was already fisted, and he slowly said with a calm face, "Who really pollutes the cousin's reputation, the mother should know. Bright……"
"What do you mean by that?!" Mrs. Fu's eyes widened with dryness, and her expression was grim. "Are you blaming me? I'm old and in charge of the entire Hou Mansion. Do you blame me for the scandal?!"
Fu Tingye stretched his face and suppressed his emotions, "Son doesn't mean that."
Mrs. Fu's expression softened slightly, and Ruanhe said: "Wan Miao is already 16 years old. She is just about to marry. She has a good looks and temperament. She can afford the identity of Mrs. Hou Fu and wait for the funeral in the coming year. In the future, let this matter be done, so as not to spread it and say that my Houfu bullied orphans."
"Cheng Wanmiao's parents are present. Where do the orphans start?" Fu Tingye sneered.
"Aren't you willing?" Mrs. Fu heard the resistance in Fu Tingye's words, and her justified face immediately collapsed.
Fu Tingye lowered his eyes, coldly and alienated, "I have been away from the house for many years. Who is Mrs. Hou's House? I have no intention of interfering, but my wife will not be Cheng Wanmiao."
Mrs. Fu was determined to look at him, without a word for a while, only the haze accumulated in her eyes...
Fu Tingye said: "The son still has official duties. If the mother is fine, let the son retreat."
Mrs. Fu smiled in horror, and the sneer looked sad on his pale face. "Oh, it's grown up...the wings are hard, and the words of mother can be ignored."
She suddenly shouted loudly: "After all, it is not her own! You are afraid that there is no mother like me!"
Fu Tingye's face changed slightly.
This question is extremely serious.
In the environment of Daqi's filial piety, ordinary officials are so reprimanded by their mothers, and they may even be demoted and lose their posts!
Even if Fu Tingye is now a high-weighted man, he can be afraid of words, but who would want his reputation to suffer?
Fu Tingye changed her face not because of fear, but because of chills.
In order to achieve his goal, his mother would not hesitate to force him with such words!
Even if she wasn't her own, she had taken pains to raise him! He has always respected and raised her!
Even if there is no destiny between mother and child, they always belong to a family!
Why do you want to get into a position of turning against each other? !
The old lady saw that Fu Tingye was still unmoved, and her face was even more fierce, almost hysterical: "Marriage has been the fate of parents since ancient times, the words of the matchmaker! You don’t have my mother in your eyes, and you don’t even listen to the marriage as a mother! Now, why did I raise my heart and nurture you! It is better to have never been your son!—"
Her remarks have become more and more excessive, and Fu Tingye has turned pale.
As a son of man, even if he feels dissatisfied in his heart, he can't openly quarrel with his mother in this yard. In that case, he really satisfies the crime of disobedience!
The guards around me whispered: "General, the old lady's current state, the more you say, the more fuel you get."
The old lady failed to achieve her goal and wanted to suppress him with filial piety.
If Fu Tingye said anything more, and the old lady was angry, the hat of filial piety would be firmly buckled!
Fu Tingye black and sullen face left.
He walked hurriedly, his face full of impatience and anger, and allowed the old lady to shout and drink in front of the servants.
"Reverse! You reverse!"
He walked fast, and the screaming behind him was far away, and Fu Tingye suddenly had a word in his mind-his mother changed.
He is not in the mood.
From the dignified and elegant Mrs. Hou to the unreasonable and sloppy woman today, how would your father feel if she saw her mother acting like this?
He was invincible on the battlefield. In the face of Mrs. Fu, he couldn't fight, scold, or helpless.
The only thing that can be done is to see nothing. It’s better to pass the time faster. When things in Beijing are done, go back to Qingzhou.
...
Hua Qingxue is completely ignorant of Fu Tingye's journey, and Fu Tingye is not the kind of person who is used to talking, he will feel hypocritical.
On the southwest side, a batch of golden and candied oranges were saluted. They were round and big. Li Jingnan didn't even think about it, so he sent Hua Qingxue a basket.
It happened that Hua Qingxue also asked Li Jingnan to talk about the college.
In the evening, Fu Tingye came to Hua Qingxue as usual, and found that the little emperor was here again, and he chatted with Hua Qingxue in the house all day, until the sun went down, and he was still reluctant to leave.
"Emperor, it's not too early." Fu Tingye entered the room and looked at Li Jingnan, who frequently visited this micro-service privately, suggesting that he should return to the palace.
Li Jingnan was in a good mood and didn't think that he was so happy that he led Xiaodouzi away.
When I left, I also took away a can of orange peel made by Hua Qingxue today.
Or how could the emperor's expression be beautiful?
Perhaps it was because of Mrs. Fu's affairs that Fu Tingye was in a bad mood. Now that he sees Hua Qingxue and Li Jingnan in harmony, it is inevitable that he is uncomfortable.
"You never give me anything." He stood behind Hua Qingxue with a dim tone.
Hua Qingxue puffed out, "General, those of me are gadgets."
Although Fu Tingye didn't show birth spirit, but his expression was stunned. Compared with his previous mature and stable temperament, it was very inconsistent.
"Every time you make a new gadget, you will think of the little emperor." He said.
Handmade soaps, glass mirrors, kaleidoscopes... a lot of bits and pieces, today Hua Qingxue just made fresh oranges for Li Jingnan and made orange peel candy.
Hua Qingxue sees that Fu Tingye is more serious about this matter, which is funny and helpless. "He is a child. These gadgets are given to him. He likes it very much. If it is sent to the general...Is it going to be naive? "
Think about the scene where Fu Tingye played with a kaleidoscope and ate orange peel, uh...
He will definitely feel wrong, constant, nothing, chat!
but……
Hua Qingxue glanced at the silent Fu Tingye and thought he was strange for a while. Is it really because he ignored him?
She suddenly had an idea in her heart and said with a smile: "General, you close your eyes and I will give you a gift."
Fu Tingye smiled and touched her head, "I don't blame you for giving the emperor a gift, or sent it out with feeling. You can keep the remaining orange candy yourself."
"It's not orange peel sugar." Hua Qingxue straightened her lips and smiled. "It's a gift really prepared for you. Close your eyes."
Fu Tingye closed her eyes according to her.
There was a rustling sound in his ear. He heard a rustling sound. It seemed that Hua Qingxue was rummaging through the pages of the paper, and after a while there was no movement.
Fu Tingye felt strange and heard Hua Qingxue's advice: "It's not good yet, don't open your eyes!"
Fu Tingye heard the words, her lips could not help but he continued to wait with his eyes closed.
After a while, Hua Qingxue said, "Okay, you can open your eyes!" The tone was filled with joy.
Fu Tingye opened his eyes and Hua Qingxue's smiling face came into his eyes. He was heartbeat and was about to take her into his arms. Hua Qingxue suddenly raised a piece of paper and smiled, "Dangdang Dangdang!-Gift! "
Really have a gift?
Hua Qingxue held a piece of dark yellow paper in his hand. The paper was empty and contained nothing.
"What is this?" Fu Tingye took it and looked at it.
It's just a piece of ordinary paper with some wet marks on it that can't tell the difference.
"Well, look at this." Hua Qingxue brought a lighted candlestick with a frowning smile, "Put it on and bake it, a little farther, don't burn it."
Fu Tingye did what she said, and the paper gradually changed.
Faintly... A deeper mark appeared.
Fu Tingye was surprised on the face, and continued to move the paper in his hand. With his movements, a stubborn face was slowly displayed on the paper. Although it was a cartoon shape, it could be seen that this face was very Fierce and evil.
Fu Tingye: "..."
Hua Qingxue secretly covered her mouth and said, "Does it look like it? When I first saw you, you were like this."
Fu Tingye froze for a while, and asked, "How did you do it?"
Hua Qingxue tucked the orange flesh peeled off the table into his mouth, and did not answer, but instead asked with a smile: "Sweet or not?"