es, learning how to do housework.Later, after she became pregnant and had a child, she devoted all her attention to the child and no longer had any thoughts of embroidery.This will touch the fabric, s...A cold glint flashed in Fu Shangyuan's eyes, "Well, then I won't probe into her secrets for now."

"But if there ever comes a day when I have to use her, I won't hesitate."

"Little Seven, now you and I are like two ants on the same boat. If you fail, your uncle will inevitably not survive either. So I absolutely will not allow any setbacks to our grand scheme."

Fu Ming ultimately didn't say anything. Fu Shangyuan let him leave, lest he arouse suspicion from others.

Just as Fu Ming had left, Dong'er arrived at the door of Fu Shangyuan's study carrying a bowl of sweet soup.

"Father, it is your son. May I enter"

Fu Shangyuan's voice came from inside, "Come in."

East'er pushed open the door and walked in. Fu Shangyuan saw the grim look on his son's face, and his previous gloom vanished instantly, replaced by his usual indulgent smile.

"Huaizhi, what do you have in your hand"

Dong'er was a little embarrassed.

"Yes, those are some mountain goods my mother sent to me yesterday. She said that if they are made into a sweet porridge, it will be good for recovering one's health."

Fu Shangyuan smiled and beckoned his son over.

"So this sweet soup was made by Huai himself for his father"

Dong'er nodded.

"My skills are clumsy."

Fu Shangyuan waved his hand to interrupt his son's words, and before he could finish speaking, he brought the sweet soup in Dong'er's hands to his mouth and ate several large spoonfuls in one breath.

Nodding while eating.

"Not bad, tasty."

"My son Huizhi is truly filial, and my father is very fond of him."

Even if Dong'er served him a bowl of poison, he would drink it with a smile.

Moreover, this child is pure and kind by nature, just like a bamboo mat.

When Dong'er saw her father have a drink, she gave him a shy smile.

"Father, Mother sent many good ingredients, saying they are for you to recover your energy."

"From now on, your son will make and send you something every day."

Fu Shangyuan was taken aback. These ingredients were specially sent to him by Fang Jinshu to nourish his body He thought they were for Dong'er.

"Did your mother say this was for me"

Dong'er nodded.

"Yes, Mother said that last year at my birthday banquet, it was because of her that Father was poisoned. Mother has always felt very guilty about it."

“The herbs for detoxification and health restoration for the father were personally prepared and delivered by mother. Mother's medicines are all good ones, unavailable for purchase outside.”

Fu Shangyuan touched his chest. No wonder he was recovering so quickly; the detoxification process had been half a month faster than he expected.

Some old ailments in my body seem to have improved.

"I've caused your mother a lot of trouble. Your father will have the steward prepare a grand gift to be sent to Jinshiu Mountain Villa later."

Dong'er quickly said, "Father, Mother didn't send these to you as a return gift."

Fu Shangyu smiled and nodded, “Father knows.”

However, she would like the king's return gift.

This was Zongbei's first time going to and from court with his older brother, Jinxiu Mountain Villa. He was still very excited even after returning home.

Zongyu smiled faintly, looking at his younger brother's excitement with a helpless fondness.

"Big brother, why haven't you said a word the whole way"

"What's up" said Zongyu as he stepped into the room.

"What are your thoughts on the Second Prince's going to Xuanzhou to quell the unrest"

Zhong Yu shook his head.

"Leave me alone."

Zong Bai twitched the corner of his mouth. His older brother treated everyone except his sister-in-law like air.

The Emperor superficially assigned the task of quelling the unrest to the Second Prince, but in reality, he was warning Yuan Xiang. Now, they will be quiet for a while.

"Yuan Xiang is estimated to not make any more moves for a while."

Zong Yu let out a cold snort of laughter. When he saw Fang Jinshu striding towards him, Zong Bai witnessed what it meant to change faces in a second.

Big brother's face, usually as cold as ice, seemed to melt away like the sun warming snow when he saw his sister-in-law. His eyes lit up.

"Court is adjourned."

"Tired"

Zong Yu walked up and directly wrapped his arms around Fang Jinxiu's waist, in a domineering manner. He would never have been so intimate in public before.

At that time, Ah Yu was still quite shy.

My skin is thicker now.

"Not tired, morning court was very boring, standing there is no better than going home to accompany you."

Jong Bai couldn't stand the sour taste anymore. He ate little in the morning, feeling a bit hungry at first, but now that he had eaten his brother-in-law and sister-in-law's dog food, his stomach was already full.

"Brother, sister-in-law, younger brother still has some things to be busy with, so I won't disturb you first."

Fang Jinshu nodded to him.

The couple strolled down the corridor.

"When are you planning to move into the Hou Mansion" Zong Yu asked.

Fang Jinshu replied, “It will be in the next few days.”

"By the way, someone from the Zhao family said that General Xiao Zhao has woken up. After being in a coma for so many days, he finally woke up."

Zhao Yun's situation was also quite dangerous, but fortunately Fang Jinshi's excellent medicine flowed into the Zhao family like water.

The Zhao family's parents originally held a grudge against them. Their son became like this in order to protect these two people. When Zhao Yun was sent back, his whole body was covered in blood, like a blood man.

They scared Zhao's parents half to death, they thought their son was dead.

Later, when she saw Fang Jinshu's generous actions, using all sorts of rare medicines they had never even seen before to pull her son back from the brink of death, she finally felt a sense of balance.

"I've got a present for you, go see General Xiao Zhao."

"I was just thinking the same thing," Zongyu nodded.

Chang He took the gift Fang Jinxiu had prepared and Zong Yu, after changing his clothes, was about to leave for Zhao Mansion.

Just as I stepped out the door, Wen Xiong blocked me.

Wen Xiong stood outside the manor with a darkened face, "It's harder to see Zhuge Liang now than it is to seek an audience with the Emperor."

Zongyu looked at the man and felt familiar, but couldn't remember who he was for a moment.

Zong Bai would every night help him sort out the situation of each minister in the court, but Zong Yu would always only remember those few. If it was someone related to Fang Jinshu, he could remember them at a glance.

Zong Bai was also helpless about his older brother's selective memory.

Wen Xiong was called to Yuan Buyu's mansion yesterday and almost couldn't get out.

Yuan Xiang not only suspected that he was a spy sent by Zong Yu, but even harbored murderous intentions toward him.

Wen Xiong repeatedly assured him that he had no intention of betrayal. Although he was alive and out of the Yuan family's mansion, he also knew in his heart that Yuan Xiang would never trust him again from then on.

Let alone reusing him.

"Zongyu, what did you say to the Grand Master!"

Zong Yu's heart was filled with a huge question mark. He couldn't even remember the name of the person in front of him, let alone answer such a nonsensical question.

"This marquis doesn't know what you're saying anymore, get out of the way."

Wen Xiong saw that he was arrogant and dismissive, his tone cold and contemptuous. It was clear that he looked down on him, making Wen Xiong's face flush with anger, his chest heaving rapidly.

"Zongyu! You are being too much."

Although you are a respected Martial Marquis of the second rank, the Ministry of War and the Marquis are on equal footing. What makes you tell me to get lost

Then Chang He suddenly reminded Zong Yu beside him, "Lord Marquis, this Wen Lord is the Minister of War."

Regardless of whether Zong Yu was a Minister of Civil Appointments or Minister of War, since he mentioned Yuan Xiang, it meant that person had nothing to do with him.

Wen Xiong was still loudly questioning across the way, his emotions extremely agitated. The Ministry of War's crossbows were clearly still locked in the storeroom, so how did they end up in Fang Jinxiu's hands.

Xiang Ye suspected that he had given this item to Wuding Hou, which was a grave injustice.

With a frown of impatience, time was pressing. He wanted to hurry to Zhao's residence, see Zhao Yun as soon as possible and return early to have lunch with Jinshu together.

He was too lazy to waste time talking with Wen Xiong, so he pulled the reins tight and charged straight at him.

Wen Xiong was terrified, his face paling as he thought Zong Yu would ride his horse over him. Just as the hooves neared his chest, Zong Yu suddenly pulled hard on the reins, and both man and horse soared over his head.

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