Chapter 15 There is a foreigner in the room
Fu Zhengnan's eyes paused slightly, "Jiang Qingqing?"
"Yeah, this person's drawing skills are pretty good! We're just short of a concept artist, so let her give it a try. It's guaranteed to be profitable!"
From the perspective of the game, Lu Jianan talked about Jiang Qingqing's painting of "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix".
When it comes to talent, he has never been stingy.
Lu Jianan: "How much is this painting? Let her come to Fengyou, I will give her an annual salary of this amount."
As he spoke, he gestured a number with his hands.
Fu Zhengnan glanced at Lu Jianan and took his phone.
This painting is indeed rare, and what is even rarer is the signature below: Jiang Qingqing. I just don't know if it is the Jiang Qingqing he knew.
Hairpin with flowers in small calligraphy.
It is rare to see contemporary people write calligraphy so elegantly.
That night, Fu Zhengnan returned to the Fu family's old house.
There was no surveillance in the Fu family's old house because the old man didn't like those things. Fu Zhengnan could only call the housekeeper Zhang Bo and ask about the incident about the scroll and anklet that day.
"Scroll? Isn't that what you, Mr. Fu, bought for the master?"
Uncle Zhang was so confused by Fu Zhengnan's questions that he was at a loss for words.
He continued, "That day, the master came back from playing golf and went to the study. He said he was bored and wanted to find some books to read, and then he saw what you had left on the table."
Fu Zhengnan frowned.
He had always been a materialistic atheist and had never believed in ghosts or gods. But these past few days, he couldn't tell whether it was a game, reality, or an illusion.
"Where are those things?"
Uncle Chen: "In the master's room."
Fu Zhengnan nodded, indicating that Uncle Chen wanted to be alone.
Shortly after Uncle Chen left, Fu Zhengnan's phone in his trouser pocket vibrated again:
【Warm Tips】 3 minutes ago
[The player has not logged into the game for nearly 72 hours] 3 minutes ago
【Holographic Projection Props, Feedback Form】 12 hours ago
Fu Zhengnan closed his eyes lightly.
Ignored.
On this side, Uncle Chen, who turned around and went downstairs, suddenly remembered something.
He turned around and went back to the second floor to find Fu Zhengnan.
"This morning, when my aunt was cleaning, she found a bowl of ginseng soup on the table in your study. I don't know what happened, but the kitchen hasn't made ginseng soup recently. It's really strange."
Uncle Zhang thought this matter was a bit strange, so he brought it up.
Fu Zhengnan: "Ginseng soup?"
Uncle Zhang nodded. "Yes, the bowl of soup is still in the kitchen. Do you want to bring it up?"
Fu Zhengnan opened his eyes, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"How do I use this? I want to start a fire."
"Mother said that the heat of the ginseng soup must be controlled well, otherwise the effect will not be good."
"How is it? Is it delicious?"
In the game, Jiang Qingqing's words emerged one by one.
Fu Zhengnan pursed his thin lips. Could it be that bowl of ginger soup?
......
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Jiang Yu wiped his exposed skin at the kitchen sink. After the blood was wiped away, the outlines of his facial features became visible.
Jiang Qingqing recognized him.
The approaching steps paused, but no words were spoken. They were now all forced to stand in the same boat.
"It's brand new. I don't know if you can fit into it."
Jiang Qingqing handed him the plain dress in her hand. The wardrobe was mostly filled with gorgeous palace dresses, and there were no men's clothes. This was the only set, and it looked barely usable.
No matter what, it's better than the dirty cloth clothes he's wearing.
Jiang Yu thanked him, and for some reason, his face flushed. He asked shyly, "Princess, do you have needles and thread?"
Jiang Qingqing was puzzled: "What do you want needlework for?"
Does a major general going to the battlefield have to do needlework?
Jiang Yu's eyes wandered, and he said softly, "I want to alter this dress to the right size."
Jiang Qingqing:!!!
Awesome.
She doesn't know how to do needlework.
Jiang Yu looked at Jiang Qingqing's shocked expression and quickly explained, "All the men in the army know some needlework. Conditions on the border are limited, so we don't have new clothes every year."
His words left Jiang Qingqing silent.
"It's my fault."
I didn’t expect that the soldiers on the border had such a hard life.
It is completely different from the splendor, prosperity, tranquility and beauty of Kyoto.
Get a needle, thread and scissors.
Jiang Qingqing sat aside and watched Jiang Yu mending clothes, and became curious about the things happening on the border of Yingzhou.
"Jiang Yu, what is Yingzhou like?"
Jiang Yu did not stop the work in his hands. Now that he had nothing to do, he was willing to chat with her.
"Princess, have you never been to Yingzhou?"
Jiang Qingqing shook her head. "My father only took me to Jiangnan. He never mentioned Yingzhou."
Jiang Yu smiled and said, "That's not a good place. If possible, I hope the princess will never know about it."
Jiang Qingqing frowned.
"Why do you say that? Hasn't the Jiang family army been stationed at the Yingzhou border?"
Jiang Yu smiled bitterly, and the sense of powerlessness in his eyes could only be understood by those who had been to Yingzhou.
The kind of grief that comes from having the heart but not the strength to bear it.
"Many people die in Yingzhou every year due to famine and war. The imperial court's annual disaster relief efforts are in vain. How can such a barren land support hundreds of thousands of people?"
"High temperatures, plagues, droughts, frosts, floods... these seemingly contradictory climates actually occur there. Across the river, the fighting nation of Tianqi is constantly leading its troops into battle."
Just listening to Jiang Yu's words, Jiang Qingqing's eyes turned red.
"What about now? What is Yingzhou like now?"
Without the defense of Jiang’s army.
Enemy troops enter the country.
Has Yingzhou become a hell on earth?
Jiang Qingqing's question made Jiang Yu dare not look up and look directly into those clear eyes.
"now......"
Jiang Yu didn't say anything else. He sewed the last stitch in his hand and tied a knot.
"Princess, it's late."
Jiang Qingqing knew he was avoiding the question, so she tactfully stopped asking. She stood up and returned to her bed.
There was silence all around, and the two people in the suite had their own thoughts.
Jiang Qingqing hugged the doll, covered herself with the quilt, and cried bitterly.
I can't seem to do anything right.
I can’t find my mother, I can’t save my father, and I can’t save the people of Yingzhou.
It's really a waste.
"Jiang Qingqing."
Fu Zhengnan's slightly cold voice came.
Jiang Qingqing blinked in the quilt, uncertain.
She seemed to be hallucinating.
Hear the voice of God.
I haven't heard its voice for three days since I made ginseng soup for it.
Jiang Qingqing didn't dare to expect it to come back. After all, there were many poor people in the world, and her current environment was already very good.
At least I won’t starve to death for the time being.
"So, it's an auditory hallucination, right?"
Jiang Qingqing muttered to herself.
After figuring this out, he buried his face in the doll again, tears in his eyes.
Crying about being a (beautiful) waste.
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【Fu Family Old House】
Ten minutes ago
Fu Zhengnan reopened the game and looked at the red prompt on the interface.
His face looked a little ugly.
[There are outsiders in the house, and players cannot enter the game. ]
【Please try to connect again later. 】
[Review Tip: Outsiders (Everyone except Jiang Qingqing)]
I lowered my eyes and looked at the watch on my hand. It was 21:30.
Who is there late at night?
This wait lasted nearly ten minutes.
Finally, the game interface has new prompt words:
[Due to disturbance by outsiders, the interface can only be locked on the bed]
[Do you want to continue the game?]
Fu Zhengnan laughed out loud as if he was angry, "That's really good."
He wanted to see which outsider it was.
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