Chapter seven hundred and sixty seventh expressing sincere feelings
Fang Yingwu was stunned and didn't speak for a long time, which made Liu Mianhua uneasy. Is Fang Yingwu really calculating the gains and losses of regretting the marriage and getting married? He called out several times: "A good son-in-law? A good son-in-law?"
Fang Yingwu came to his senses when Liu Mianmian called him, and couldn't help but laugh. This old Taishan really thought too carefully, thought too hard, and had too many ideas, even to the point of redundancy.
However, Fang Yingwu knew very well that at the moment, Lao Taishan was also concerned about chaos, and he was afraid that he would simply put interests first and do something like burning bridges across rivers. He asked: "Old Taishan is so worried! Is there someone in Lao Taishan's ear?"
Isn’t it possible to fan the flames?”
Liu Mianhua smiled bitterly, "This is what Wan An said to me personally, how could you not make me think too much."
What Wan An said? Fang Yingwu was stunned again, and then said: "Can't Old Taishan see that this was Wan An's deliberate act? According to my son-in-law's guess, one of the purposes is to force him through you.
Caught in a dilemma, fight your way out! The second is to sow discord between you and me and undermine Lao Taishan's confidence. Lao Taishan must not fall into the trap!"
Liu Mianmian asked back: "Surely, as you said, the plan will be worked out?" Fang Yingwu said calmly: "You and I must stay calm and stabilize our position, and we must not be chaotic!"
Liu Mianhua seemed to be infected by his son-in-law's calmness, and asked hopefully: "What should we do next?"
Fang Yingwu replied calmly: "Since there is no immediate safety issue, of course it is better to stay still than to move, so as not to give Wan An and those people an opportunity to take advantage!"
Liu Mianmian said "Oh" thoughtfully, and suddenly realized that what Fang Yingwu said seemed to make sense. In fact, to put it bluntly, it means doing nothing? That's not possible. Should we just sit back and wait for death?
Looking at Lao Taishan, Fang Yingwu had nothing to do. He didn't want to be trapped in Ciren Temple! He was just blocked in the temple by the people from Wan'an. What else could he do except wait?
At this time, the test is the patience of both parties, to see whether Fang Fang can't bear it first because of the urgent situation, or Wan'an can't bear it first by squandering manpower and material resources. In other words, the resourcefulness of Zhuge Liang is not easy to use at the moment, and it is necessary to
The one who endured Sima Yi patiently.
However, Lao Taishan still needs to be comforted. After all, Fang Yingwu is not so immoral that he regrets his marriage and marries another, and there is no need to do so. After thinking about it, Fang Yingwu said: "Old Taishan came to offer incense this time. We are a family.
Are the three of us here together? If we don’t see anyone else, my son-in-law would like to meet the young lady for a while.”
Liu Mianmian was slightly relieved. With the ethical code of the day restricting elites, if Fang Yingwu had direct contact with his daughter a few times and then spread the word, he would not be able to get rid of him even if he wanted to, regardless of whether men and women should kiss each other or not.
Then he nodded and said: "That's fine, you are already engaged anyway, so you are no longer considered an outsider!"
Communication has been a science since ancient times. Otherwise, there would be no such thing as books in the belly of a fish, bonfires, foxes, nursery rhymes, and prophecies about a one-eyed stone man. At this time, Liu Mianmian was also thinking in his mind. If the communication was not strong enough, it would not be effective.
If the force is too strong, it will appear that the Liu family has a bad family style and behaves inappropriately.
Finally, he finally came up with a way and told Fang Yingwu: "My daughter likes your poems very much. You have few works recently. I can give you a few as a gift today."
Yes, recite a few of Fang Yingwu's love poems to his daughter. It is elegant, subtle and not vulgar. It can also bind Fang Yingwu more firmly in public opinion. At the same time, it can prevent other people from having unwanted thoughts.
It can be said that it accomplishes multiple things with one stone.
Fang Yingwu could clearly see Liu Mianmian's little plan, but even if he could see it clearly, he would still act on it. There was really no need to confront the overly worried Lao Taishan at this time.
Fang Yingwu got up and left the courtyard, and was led away by a young novice monk. When he came to the palace at the back, he saw the figure of a girl who was no longer young, kneeling on the lotus futon, facing the Buddha statue, clasping her hands, and chanting devoutly.
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However, she wore a women's sunhat on her head, with a gauze scarf hanging down from the brim, completely covering her face - this is a must-have for every lady when going out.
Fang Yingwu couldn't help but sigh, feeling pity in his heart. After all, he had delayed her. It was rare for a twenty-year-old woman to not get married in this era.
Walking forward, the woman suddenly trembled when she heard footsteps. Fang Yingwu deliberately made the atmosphere more relaxed and sat directly on the futon next to him, looking very casual.
How should I say this? Fang Yingwu scratched his head a little. The person in front of him was his wife, and her weight was different from others. She was not a casual passerby, nor was she a woman having fun in the flower streets and willow lanes. Besides, talking about love was not her specialty.
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After pondering for a moment, Fang Yingwu took the initiative to talk: "My little lady, do you worship Buddha for the sake of marriage?"
The young lady nodded lightly, shook her gauze scarf, and then saw a few tears falling on her skirt. This made Fang Yingwu have the urge to reach out and lift up the veil, but he was too pretentious and was afraid of what he saw in front of him.
This lady can't stand it.
Fang Yingwu didn't stop talking, and said very manly: "There is no need to pray to gods and worship Buddha, that is what people who don't know the future do. You and I are a match made in heaven, a destined couple. Sooner or later, we will get married and have a family. I will live in this life."
It won’t change again, there’s nothing to be confused about.”
After saying this, Fang Yingwu felt that his tone was a little straightforward and not gentle enough, so he continued: "I have made many mistakes in the past few years, and I would like to thank you for your understanding. I also miss you very much.
There will still be a long time in the future, and the ancients also said that if love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"
The little lady whispered softly: "Do you really miss me? Other people's words are not good."
Fang Yingwu laughed secretly. After all, the state of mind of a little girl has gone wrong so quickly. After thinking for a while, he slowly chanted: "I have been born in vain, and all my sorrows are reflected in the morning mirror. A gentleman can turn into a crane, and a beauty can turn into a crane."
On what day will it become a rainbow. The fragrant grass of the royal family will be green every year, and the peach blossoms on the human face will be red. I heard that there are twelve green walls in the city, and who is leaning against it in the deep night."
The poem was full of deep emotions and helplessness. The young lady was so moved that she remained speechless for a long time, and then she said: "The slave family wants more."
It seems that I have to come up with the best work today, Fang Yingwu thought. However, Liu Sanniang is the wife of the first wife, and good poems can be given to her as a gift. It is not a pity that the wealth will be lost to outsiders. It will also be a good talk in the future.
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After thinking about it for a moment, Fang Yingwu confided with deep emotion: "There are indeed poems written for you, but I didn't have time to pass them on to you. I sat under the flowers several times and played the flute, and the silver-colored red wall looked into the distance. It looked like stars like these.
It’s not last night, for whom was the wind exposed? The lingering thoughts pulled out the remaining cocoons, and the heartache peeled off the bananas. In March and May of the third and fifth years, the poor glass of wine never disappeared."
The little lady was so excited that she couldn't control herself. She took the initiative to lift up her veil, and the other party called out "Mr. Sir!"
Fang Yingwu looked up and immediately jumped up from the futon, even almost jumping onto the incense table in front of the Buddha statue! Heaven, earth, how come this little lady is exactly the same as Wang Zhi! (To be continued, please search for Piaotian literature and novels. Better updates faster!
