The sun slowly rose to its highest point and then began to set gradually. Huan Ci watched with his own eyes the shadow of the copper money grass on the window sill moving from one end to the other, but the man in front of the desk was still writing hard.
At first he would say a few words to her, but later he kept immersed in practicing as if no one else existed.
Huan Ci's wrists were not only severely sore, but his legs had already lost all feeling.
She saw that the ink in the inkstone was still enough for a while, so she gently put down the ink stick and secretly moved her wrist.
But this subtle movement still alarmed Fu Shen. The man stopped writing and looked up at her with a somewhat impatient look in his eyes, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Huan Ci originally just wanted to stretch his legs and legs, but when he looked at him like this, he suddenly felt a deep sense of grievance in his heart. But now it was her who asked for help, and she was the one who relied on others. It was just a look, so why bother to think about it?
So many?
After comforting himself, Huan Ci picked up the ink ingot and planned to continue grinding it, but he saw the man put down his pen and stretched his neck from side to side in a funny way.
Huan Ci hurriedly put down the ink tablets and ran behind him, gently pinching his shoulders: "I'll massage it for you and keep it to help you unblock the eight extraordinary meridians."
But her palms were stained with ink at some point, and as soon as she touched Fu Shen, his jade-colored clothes were stained black.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it." She hurriedly raised her hand and looked at Fu Shen in embarrassment.
Fu Shen looked at her without knowing why, then raised his eyebrows.
The corners of the woman's lips were stained with ink at some point, but unfortunately she didn't know anything about it.
Furthermore, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the beard around Huan Ci's mouth was an eyesore, so he reached out to pull it off.
But Huan Ci was looking at him nervously. When he saw him raising his arms, he thought he wanted to make a move, so he quickly took a step back and protected his head with his hands.
This action made Fu Shen really angry. He glanced at Huan Ci angrily, roughly pulled off her fake beard, and then shouted out the door: "Come here, set the food."
Huan Ci was pinched so hard that he covered his mouth in frustration and stared at Fu Shen who walked outside.
"Follow me to the living room." Fu Shen looked back at her and caught the flash of anger in her eyes.
Huan Ci hasn't had a sip of water since morning, and she was already hungry at noon, but because Fu Shen didn't have lunch, she stayed there until now.
Adhering to the principle of being able to bend and stretch, she hurriedly put on a smile and nodded vigorously towards the man.
But for some unknown reason, on the way to the living room, the maids looked at her a little strangely.
After one after another, Huan Ci was really depressed and stopped the maid closest to her: "What do you think I am doing?"
The maid's face flushed red, she glanced at Fu Shen and quickly lowered her head, obediently standing where she was.
Huan Ci felt even more weird. He turned his head and glanced at Fu Shen. As he walked, he muttered, "Do you think I'm too handsome without my beard?"
The man turned his head and glanced at her up and down, rolled his eyes at her mockingly, and raised a smile of unknown meaning at the corner of his mouth.
"Why are you laughing?" Huan Ci stared at him dissatisfied and asked.
It happened that the two of them walked to the door of the living room, and Sao Ye was standing outside the door waiting. When he saw Huan Ci, he was also stunned for a moment.
Seeing Saoye raising her finger and pointing at his face, Huan Ci frowned slightly: "Huh? What?"
Sao Ye smiled lightly and said, "Young Master's face is stained with ink."
Huan Ci was startled, then stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and sure enough, there were some marks on the back of his hand.
Thinking of how she had winked with someone on the way here, she blushed with embarrassment and hurriedly ran to the house to look for a bronze mirror.
Fortunately, Sweeper was a considerate person and sent someone to bring water and a handkerchief.
After she washed her face, people in the kitchen began to bring meals one after another, and Fu Shen was already sitting at the table waiting. Seeing Huan Ci walking over, a crack appeared on his originally tense face, and the corners of his mouth were tense.
I couldn't help but ask: "Is it so clean?"
"I almost forgot!" Huan Ci hurriedly covered his face and peeked at the people outside through his fingers.
Fortunately, she brought the face powder with her and hurriedly turned around and applied it for a long time. But there was no bronze mirror here, so she couldn't see her black and white painted face at all.
When she turned around, the smile in Fu Shen's eyes deepened, but the expression on his face became more serious.
"Eat quickly. After you finish eating, you can continue to grind the ink." He picked up a chopstick and said.
Huan Ci's good mood because he could finally have a hot meal disappeared instantly, and he ate the food slowly with a sad face.
There were only three dishes and one soup on the table, and they were all vegetarian. They looked very simple, but they tasted very good.
While Huan Ci was eating, he peeked at Fu Shen. He saw that the man was eating very seriously, as if he was used to such a meal.
Huan Ci snorted in his heart and followed his gaze and moved his chopsticks to the same plate.
At first, Fu Shen always gave in to Huan Ci, but as time went by, he understood Huan Ci's purpose and raised his eyelids to look at her helplessly.
Huan Ci also raised his head to look at him and said with a playful smile: "Thanks to Mr. Fu's hospitality, this dinner is the first meal I have today. It's not an exaggeration if I use more, right?"
Fu Shen looked at her and asked gently: "Are you hungry?"
The look in his eyes made Huan Ci feel a little unaccustomed to it, so he nodded up and down subconsciously.
Fu Shen chuckled, took new chopsticks from the tray, picked up a piece of food for her, and said softly: "Then eat more."
Huan Ci looked at him doubtfully. Although he felt strange, he thought it was in line with his behavior. He thanked him and bowed his head to eat.
But who would have thought that the man no longer ate, but kept picking up food for her, as if he was trying to suffocate her to death.
"I'm not hungry anymore." She put down her chopsticks after two more bites.
Fu Shen glanced at her lightly and said: "I heard that there was a flood near the Yellow River and many victims were unable to eat. King Dingyuan brought a lot of things out to comfort the victims. Now it seems that it is because the Huan family is rich and does not care about this at all.
I really should take out some of my things."
Huan Ci curled his lips, picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat.
She had discovered when she was in Bingzhou that Fu Shen cherished food very much, but she didn't expect that he had not changed until now.
She cleaned the contents of the bowl and raised the bowl for him to look at the bottom of the bowl: "Here, you have eaten cleanly."
The man glanced at her briefly and then continued to eat.
After eating and drinking, Huan Ci began to look at Fu Shen in a daze. This man made no movement at all while eating, and looked extremely calm and calm in his movements.
"You are so beautiful." Huan Ci unknowingly said what was in his heart.
The movement of Fu Shen's hand froze in place, he glanced at her expressionlessly, and said in a deep voice: "Go out after eating."
"Hmph! You stingy guy, you won't even give me any meat to eat." She muttered, threw away her chopsticks and ran away.
Unfortunately, she didn't see that the man behind her had a strange red tint in his earlobes, and he was eating faster than before.
After coming out of the living room, Huan Ci didn't want to go back to the study, so he ran out of the yard.
The maid in Fu Shen's courtyard had already recognized her, so her journey was smooth.
Unknowingly, I walked to a garden. It was very cold today, and only the chrysanthemums were still blooming.
Huan Ci kicked the pebbles in the garden boredly and hid behind the rockery to play. Suddenly, a familiar figure came from the other side of the garden.
Huan Ci knocked Lan Fu unconscious when he left last time, and Huan Ci had been thinking about it. Now that she saw the woman, she was about to run over with a smile on her face, but she saw Lan Fu holding a food box and keeping looking around.
Huan Ci hurriedly hid, hiding on the rockery and secretly watching her.
Lan Fu didn't notice her and continued walking forward when no one was around.
After she walked farther away, Huan Ci hurriedly followed her. It turned out that there was a small door in the garden, but he didn't know where it led.
I saw Lan Fu walking to the small door, looking around for a while, and then he gently opened the door.
Immediately, a head emerged from the other side of the door and took the food box from her hand.
The person on the other side couldn't be seen from this place, so Huan Ci moved forward two steps and stood on tiptoe to look over.
She could only see a vague figure and could not see the man's face clearly. But she always felt that the man was very familiar. Judging from his behavior, he seemed to be the long-lost Ah Lian.
Seeing that Lan Fu was about to close the door from this end, Huan Ci wanted to take a closer look, so he rolled up his sleeves and climbed up the tree next to him.
But the next moment she felt the world spinning, and someone behind her actually pulled her down from the tree, and then she fell miserably to the ground.
"Fu Shen, you beast." She rubbed her legs in embarrassment and looked up at the man in front of her with a fierce look.
"What are you doing here?" Fu Shen asked with his hands behind his back.
Huan Ci looked at him directly and asked in a low voice: "Did you lock A Lian here?"
"Who?" Fu Shen frowned slightly.
"This is the man you brought to see me in Puzhou. She is mine."
"How do I know where your people are?"
"I just saw it all."
"What did you see?" the man asked, half-crouching in front of her.
Huan Ci glanced behind her secretly. If Lan Fu's affairs were exposed because of her words, wouldn't it be her fault? She hurriedly waved her hand: "I didn't see anything. I was just teasing you."
"Okay over there, go back and continue studying ink." Fu Shen stood up and said.
Huan Ci was so angry that he gritted his teeth. She had been grinding ink all day, and her hand was almost broken, and the man never mentioned returning the things to her.
"You made me fall out of the tree and my feet were sprained." She said coquettishly, rubbing her feet in a pretentious manner.
Seeing that the man was still standing with his hands behind his hands, looking unbelieving, she continued: "It really hurts. I can't even stand up."
"Really?" Fu Shen sneered.
Seeing his strange expression, Huan Ci didn't nod for a long time.
Under the man's oppressive gaze, she wanted to stand up holding on to the tree trunk. But Fu Shen suddenly leaned down and lifted her up from the ground.
"Are you crazy? We are both men now! What should we do if others see us?" she shouted at the top of her lungs.
Fu Shen's lips curled up slightly: "What are you afraid of?"
Of course she was scared, she didn't want to be commented on wherever she went.
Seeing that the man was about to leave the garden, Huan Ci hurriedly buried his head on his chest and muttered through the cloth: "I lied to you, please let me down quickly."
Unfortunately, Fu Shen didn't listen to this at all, and directly carried her back to Yiguitang in front of everyone, earning a lot of shocked looks along the way.
