Did he regret taking me in?
Song Qingci was feeling very nervous.
She had thought before that if Huaishan could not take her in, then she would have no choice but to take the risk and find the caravan to leave with them.
However, it would be easy to be intercepted, and the caravan was complicated, so her situation would be very dangerous.
Just when she was feeling anxious, she heard Third Master Fu say calmly, "I'm just passing by with my men on a patrol of the Four Mountains. I've already eaten."
Just passing by?
Song Qingci did not dare to take it lightly, and stood aside with his hands hanging down and his head lowered.
"My memory is so bad," Dongzi slapped his head, "it's not your turn to patrol today! Would you like to sit down? I have some tea in my room, I..."
"Have you moved here?" Mr. Fu San was holding the beads in his hand, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Of course." Dongzi said proudly.
Wherever Feng Xun is, there he must be.
There are so many bachelors on the mountain, and Feng Xun is such a good girl. If he doesn't keep a close eye on her, he will definitely regret it later.
"Next time we slaughter the cow, I'll have someone give you more bones." Mr. Fu San said casually, his eyes passing over Song Qingci.
She changed into a coarse cloth dress, perhaps borrowed from a woman in the mountains, and there were patches on her skirt.
The silver hairpin on her head was also replaced with a wooden hairpin commonly used by women in the mountains.
But she stood there, as if she were glowing, and even her straw hairpin and cloth skirt could not hide her charm.
Mr. Fu San seemed to finally understand why he looked at her a few more times.
If you count carefully, she has been married for six years.
Other women have long been worn down by life and their eyes have become dull or filled with worldliness.
But her eyes were still clear and bright, even though she had been resolute and given everything, she was still betrayed.
Mr. Fu San thought that his and her past experiences might be comparable.
For example, his most trusted arm stabbed him at the most critical moment.
Mr. Fu San still finds it hard to let go of this incident, and even wonders if he has wronged someone in some way.
However, Song Qingci acted open-minded and insightful. In comparison, Mr. Fu San even felt ashamed of himself.
"Thank you, Third Master." Song Qingci thanked him calmly.
Dongzi said, "Miss Song, we should thank Third Master. You were so busy taking care of everyone that you didn't eat anything yourself."
"I've already eaten."
The happiest thing for a cook is to have his or her cooking skills appreciated and praised.
"Is Xunxun here to join in the fun too?" Mr. Fu San suddenly asked.
Looking for?
Song Qingci didn't know who he was talking about and just listened quietly.
"He came here with a bunch of brats, drank some soup and ate some bread, and now he's gone off to make some noise. He's probably afraid you'll come find him and drag him back to reprimand him, so he ran off early."
"Yes." Master Fu San nodded to show that he understood. "You guys clean up. I'll lead the others to continue the patrol."
"Okay, Third Master, take care."
Don't delay him and Feng Xun from developing their relationship.
Of course, it would be even better if the Third Master could take Miss Song away.
After Third Master Fu left, Feng Xun asked Dong Zi, "Who is Xun Xun? Why does he sound like Third Master's son?"
"Feng Xun is really smart!" Dongzi said, "Xun Xun is the Third Master's son."
Feng Xun glared at him fiercely: "Then what do you mean by trying to match my daughter with the Third Master? What? You want our daughter to be someone's stepmother?"
Dongzi saw that she was angry and didn't dare to retort, but he was thinking in his heart, isn't your daughter going to get a divorce?
Isn't it just right to marry a widower through a divorce?
Fortunately, this was a divorce. If she was a widow, he would think that she was unlucky and not worthy of the Third Master!
If the third master wants to find a virgin girl, he can find one.
Isn't it because of Feng Xun's face that he looks up to Miss Song?
Song Qingci felt that this was right.
It would be pitiful if Mr. Fu San was not married with a wife and children at his age.
"No, maybe you don't want to be a stepmother, but someone's concubine?" Feng Xun clenched his fists when he thought of this.
"No, absolutely not." Dongzi said, "The Third Master's wife has been dead for several years."
That's about right.
No, much worse!
Feng Xun wondered, with his daughter's character and appearance, how could she possibly marry a bandit.
Song Qingci silently extracted important information from the conversation between the two.
Mr. Fu San is a widower with one son.
After she cleaned up the kitchen, she took Fengxun back to the room to sort out the miscellaneous needles and threads she had bought today.
"Miss, are you really planning to start treating the people in the mountains tomorrow?" Feng Xun asked.
"Yeah." Song Qingci checked the silver needles Feng Xun brought back. They were a bit rough, but they could still be used. "We live and eat in the mountains, so they must be of some use. Otherwise, why would anyone keep us here?"
"We don't eat and drink for free. Girl, I have two hundred taels of silver hidden on me, otherwise..."
"Feng Xun, don't let people think we are fat sheep."
What awaits them is only the butcher's knife.
Although the mountain is well-ordered, it is still a den of bandits.
To gamble with a bandit's conscience is simply to make life difficult for yourself.
Even if Mr. Fu San is a good person, what about the others?
Besides, Mr. Fu San is not necessarily a good person.
Especially the way he treated herself... Song Qingci always felt that Mr. Fu San's eyes when he looked at her were filled with indescribable scrutiny, and some emotions that she could not understand.
Not knowing whether it was because she was "guilty as a thief", Song Qingci suspected that Mr. Fu San might know about her entanglement with Jiang Jingchu and Sun Xiaodie?
But then she thought, so what even if she knew?
Officials and bandits cannot coexist, but Sun Xiaodie, her love rival, is the daughter of the Governor of Liaodong.
If we follow the principle that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, then they should share the same hatred for the enemy.
"...In short, we must keep a low profile in the mountains and not be the first to stick our heads out." Song Qingci reminded Feng Xundao.
Their goal is to live quietly and safely for a few months, waiting for their parents and brothers to come and pick them up.
Feng Xun nodded seriously: "Don't worry, young lady, I will hold back and not hit Dongzi!"
Song Qingci laughed loudly.
Be low-key, be low-key, be sure to be low-key.
Only by blending in with the crowd in the mountains and becoming the most inconspicuous ordinary person can you live long.
But when people are unlucky, even drinking cold water will get stuck in their teeth.
Her wish was destined to fail.
"Miss, Feng Xun, something bad has happened, something bad has happened!" Dongzi knocked on the door in a panic.
"You are the one who is in trouble!" Feng Xun opened the door and said unhappily.
Song Qingci looked at the two of them and couldn't help but think of what his mother said -
Those who are favored are always fearless.
Feng Xun is like this in front of Dongzi.
"All the toilets in Dongshan are full!"
Song Qingci was confused.
Feng Xun said with disdain: "Why are you looking for me if you can't find a toilet?"
We are all grown men, can't we just find a tree and do it?
What’s going on? There’s no toilet. Can’t you pee or poop?
That needs to be treated by a girl.
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