Song Qingci was surprised.

Looking at Mr. Fu San's demeanor, she always thought that he came from a wealthy family, but had ended up in the mountains for some reason.

He can't read?

Song Qingci couldn't believe it and laughed directly, "Is this written by Xunxun? It's almost as good as mine. Girl, if I study with Xunxun and improve as fast as her, then after three to five years, wouldn't I be pretty good at it?"

"I wrote it." Mr. Fu San took the initiative.

Song Qingci didn't believe it: "Third Master, you wrote like this? Stop kidding me."

"I wrote it. I was practicing calligraphy. It came little by little."

"I really can't tell. I always thought the Third Master was very powerful!"

Song Qingci's expression changed a little.

She thought of something, lowered her head and looked at the handwriting carefully, and suddenly realized.

But she still didn't say anything and just pretended not to know.

"Grind the ink for me quickly, why are you talking so much?"

Song Qingci picked up the pen, pondered for a moment, and began to write the prescription in an upright manner.

Mr. Fu San was sitting by the bed and looking over.

The little girl's body was coated with a layer of golden light by the candlelight. Her head was lowered, her hair was as thick as clouds, her facial features were delicate, and her face was serene and beautiful. Her slender and soft hands tightly grasped the wolf hair brush, and she splashed ink with the brush, looking calm and confident that everything was under control.

"alright."

Song Qingci lowered her head and blew gently on the paper where the ink had not yet dried. Her red lips curled up slightly, and she looked as cute as ice and snow.

Mr. Fu San couldn't take his eyes off it.

Fu An had pulled down the quilt and was lying in the half-drawn curtain, looking at Master Fu San's expression, his brows unconsciously furrowed slightly.

"Third Master." Song Qingci folded the paper and walked over to hand it to Third Master Fu. "Let's go down the mountain tomorrow morning. There's no rush. I still have some antipyretic medicine. Fu An can take it and hold on."

"Okay, thank you."

"Third Master, your words are too serious. I'll take my leave now if I have nothing else to do."

"Go ahead."

Master Fu San watched the master and servant leave.

"Master..." Fu An started.

"Your health is the most important thing right now. Take good care of your injuries," Mr. Fu interrupted him. "We can talk about other things later."

"What I want to talk about is not the encirclement, but... Miss Song."

Little girl?

"What's wrong with her?" Mr. Fu asked subconsciously.

There can't be anything wrong with her motivation for going up the mountain.

Mr. Fu San didn't think so.

Although the little girl is smart, she is not very cunning and it can be seen that she grew up in a honeypot.

If I were to choose the spies myself, I would not choose this kind.

Only those who are patient, low-key and can quickly integrate into the environment can be a qualified spy.

Little girls can’t do that because they will easily become the focus of the crowd.

"Ms. Song, she has been married before." Fu An said.

"Married? I know. So what's the matter? Did something happen to her ex-husband?"

"No, I just saw the way Third Master looked at Miss Song, and I wanted to remind you..."

Not to mention that Song Qingci had been divorced, even if she was innocent six years ago, according to her background, being the concubine of the Third Master was really marrying up.

"...Third Master is in Huaishan now, but your status has not changed." Fu An said, "So, Miss Song, it is not suitable."

Master Fu San: "...You think too much."

"Perhaps, but I still have to remind you." Fu An said, "Don't get caught up in it. I've observed a lot in secret, and Miss Song is not someone who can be inferior to others."

If the Third Master likes Song Qingci as a concubine, Fu An thinks it is not impossible.

After all, he can have many concubines, so it won’t be too unfair to the Third Master.

But Song Qingci was too proud to be anyone's concubine.

Other women may be jealous of each other and at most exclude each other, with some small actions that are harmless.

However, Song Qingci really dared to see blood.

Back then, she resolutely rushed towards the blade of the guard beside Fu An. Fu An was greatly shocked when he saw the blood instantly soaking her white shirt.

He had seen a lot of blood and even witnessed life and death, but he could never have imagined that such a weak and petite girl would dare to actually rush into the blade.

Who wouldn't be scared of a woman like this in the backyard?

It's already very difficult for the Third Master. If there's a murder case in the backyard, won't he be in big trouble?

Therefore, Fu An expressed his firm opposition to this marriage.

Master Fu San was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, "You should take good care of your injuries."

He never considered himself and the little girl as peers.

He looked at the little girl as if she were his own niece.

The little girl is Xunxun and Jinyue's elder sister.

How can the generations be so messed up?

Fu An thought he was avoiding her on purpose, and was so anxious that he even wanted to get up.

Is the Third Master really trapped in this? He avoids talking about it and doesn't listen to his advice?

"Don't move." Master Fu San held his shoulder. "I treated her as a junior. I just admired her and felt sorry for her. She had given so much and married so far away in Liaodong, but ended up like this. Don't think too much."

Is that so?

But when it comes to feelings, the process of their germination and quiet growth is often imperceptible.

By the time you realize it, it has already occupied your entire heart and it is difficult to pull it out.

This was a tragedy that Fu An had witnessed with his own eyes.

So he felt that even if the Third Master disliked it, he would still have to say a few more words.

"Third Master, stay away from her from now on."

Song Qingci is a girl who is easy to like.

Mr. Fu Sanye said "hmm".

He is reflecting.

Is it because some of his actions are a bit too extreme that people have this illusion?

This is not good for the little girl.

The little girl has experienced so much hurt and should not bear more unnecessary disasters.

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