Chapter 43 For You

Wu Xun had been with Fu Yi for a long time, and had been influenced by him, so naturally he was not a stupid or clumsy person.

When he arrived at Fu Ruiming's place, he first asked his subordinates whether they were serving him wholeheartedly.

"With all my heart." Fu Ruiming answered concisely.

Wu Xun had long been accustomed to his cold and reserved manner, so he smiled and said, "That's good."

Then he said, "I remember that Lord Fu has never liked sweets." Wu Xun looked apologetic.

Fu Ruiming immediately understood his purpose. He thought it was because his cousin's wife had sent him some candied fruit, and his brother's men were worried that the "gift" was not well-gifted, making him feel neglected.

"It's all from my brother and sister-in-law."

"Has Lord Fu tried it?" Wu Xun paused before asking awkwardly, "Is the candied fruit delicious?"

A hint of doubt flashed across Fu Ruiming's eyes.

Could it be that his cousin's wife sent him here specifically to ask?

Fu Ruiming: "...I tried some, and it's not too sweet." The implication is that it is good.

Wu Xun laughed again: "Come to think of it, the master has never tasted the candied fruits in the mansion when he drinks medicine on weekdays."

Hear the sound and understand the meaning.

Fu Ruiming's thoughts had to change for the third time. ... Could it be, could it be that... his brother was jealous?

Fu Ruiming was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Then why don't you take some back for your brother?"

Wu Xun: "Hey!"

When he returned to Fu Yi, Wu Xun handed him the scattered candied fruits wrapped in paper. "I got a few from them. Would you mind testing them to see if there's anything unusual? If the Princess suddenly sends some food over, we have to be wary. After all, everyone knows that Master Fu is on your side."

Fu Yi took it in his palm, raised his eyelids, and stared at him without saying a word.

Wu Xun straightened his back unconsciously: "Also, Master Fu said that this candied fruit is sweet, but not too sweet."

At this time, footsteps were approaching.

It was Cheng Nianying who came back from taking a bath.

There was something unique about her footsteps... light and graceful. It reminded me of the beautiful woman in ancient anecdotes who danced on her palms.

Fu Yi threw the paper bag back to Wu Xun: "Eat it yourself."

Wu Xun quickly caught it and put it in his arms.

When Cheng Nianying stepped in, everything was quiet, as if nothing had happened.

Wu Xun lowered his head in thought. Did he misread his master's intentions? Was this unnecessary?

After the palace servants escorted Cheng Nianying into the room, they immediately started serving the dishes.

Fu Yi called her: "Come here."

Seeing this, Wu Xun had no choice but to leave, clutching his chest. He looked up at the sky. He wondered how long his master would stay with her...

He used a silver needle for testing poison to prick each candied fruit.

Non-toxic.

Wu Xun hesitated, picked up a piece, and bit it with his canine teeth.

Hey, you know what, this sweet thing is actually quite delicious.

"What did the Crown Princess say to you today?" Fu Yi asked inside the room.

"It's probably saying something like, 'I shouldn't be associating with the Wei family girl...'"

"My eldest brother has never changed." Fu Yi chuckled.

"Hmm?" Cheng Nianying slowly understood the connection. "Did the prince ask her to say those words?"

"She may not have taught me every word, but she probably meant the same thing. Isn't she a very boring person?"

"yes."

"My eldest brother is ten years older than me. He married young. When my eldest sister-in-law first came into the family, I was still at Prince Kang's residence. She wasn't this boring then. It's just that after being married to my eldest brother for so long, she's become a bit rigid and conservative."

When Cheng Nianying heard this, she couldn't help but glance at the book that Fu Yi placed on the table.

If she stays with Prince Danshuo for a long time, can she also become knowledgeable?

"The more you look up, whether they are nobles or royal family members... each one is more boring than the other." Fu Yi said meaningfully.

Cheng Nianying recalled the palace banquet that day. From beginning to end, everyone followed the rules and ate the cold food in front of them. She said, "It was a bit dull and boring."

However, she really enjoyed watching the dance and music at the palace banquet.

"If you like playing with the Wei family girl, then play with her." Fu Yi wiped his hands and rang the golden bell on the table. "Let's eat."

The palace maid came over to push Fu Yi, Cheng Nianying stood up and followed, and suddenly said: "But you are different."

"Yeah?"

"yes."

Prince Danshuo was also a very important nobleman, but he did not control her. What he said was always pleasant to hear and what he did was always pleasing to others.

Cheng Nianying likes talking to him very much.

The two of them sat together and had dinner.

Cheng Nianying had no taste for food.

It really doesn't taste good.

Because Fu Yi was ill, the food was mostly bland, which made it taste even less flavorful. Cheng Nianying, however, was never picky about food and ate it all without batting an eyelid.

But loving to eat and being able to eat are two different things.

Fu Yi keenly noticed that her eyes were no longer as sparkling as when she was having dinner.

Fu Yi didn't ask any questions. After the palace maids cleared away the cups and plates, he had someone set up the desk.

Only then did Mu He get the chance to come in and serve.

She rolled up her sleeves and ground ink.

Cheng Nianying didn't know what to do for a moment, so she quietly exhaled and practiced her internal energy.

Mu He took a break from her busy schedule and looked back at her. Seeing her sitting there alone, she couldn't even get close to him. In fact, she felt a little strange.

But this is better... Mu He lowered his head and worked harder to grind the ink.

Fu Yi turned around and asked: "Why are you sitting aside?"

Cheng Nianying opened her eyes suddenly: "Hmm?" She met Fu Yi's gaze and confirmed that he was talking to her.

Cheng Nianying pretended to yawn: "I'm a little sleepy."

"Come here."

Cheng Nianying just ran over, and just as she got closer, she heard Fu Yi say lightly, "The ink is thick."

Mu He's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head in embarrassment: "I didn't know how to control my strength today. Please punish me, Master."

Fu Yi said in a voice that was neither too heavy nor too light: "Grind it again."

Mu He held the ink stick tightly in his palm: "Yes."

Mu He felt the pressure and was sweating the second time, but luckily he didn't mess it up again this time.

Fu Yi rolled up his sleeves and dipped his pen in ink. His hand still looked pale and bloodless, but when he gripped the pen, he inexplicably felt a sharp aura, like the grip of a sword.

Then it fell on paper.

The paper was something Cheng Nianying had never seen before. It was very thin and had a jade-like luster.

The next moment, the pen left traces of ink. Even if Cheng Nianying didn't understand the characters, she could still see the distinct strength and bones. She couldn't think of any other descriptions.

Cheng Nianying suddenly remembered the palace banquet when Princess Zhaoning asked her whether she practiced Yan style or Liu style calligraphy. What kind of style is this?

Cheng Nianying lowered her eyes slightly.

Having accidentally entered such a world, there are still too many unfamiliar things for her.

"Okay." Fu Yi withdrew his hand.

Before Cheng Nianying could see what was written on the paper, Mu He's eyelids twitched.

"Like flowers and leaves, they share the spring breeze year after year."

Fu Yi put down his pen and said, "Last time at the Marquis of Wuning's residence, I asked you when you would let me see your paintings."

Cheng Nianying's eyelids twitched, feeling guilty. She replied, "Ah."

"But my lady has already given me a purse, so today I will give you a piece of calligraphy."

Cheng Nianying couldn't help but raise her hand and touch the edge of the paper: "Give it to me?"

"Yeah." Fu Yi responded, and then added with emphasis: "For you."

Cheng Nianying didn't know what to say.

She quickly looked away and suddenly realized, "Why is the purse no longer on the prince's waist?"

Fu Yi remained calm and said, "I couldn't bear to wear it, so I had it hidden in a box."

This will solve the problem of the purse's destination.

Cheng Nianying then turned her gaze to the calligraphy again and whispered, "Then I will hide it in the box as well."

Hide it with her weapons.