MTL - Story of Yanxi Palace-Chapter 141 Hugh

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　　 When Fu Heng hurried to the living room, the room was sitting or standing, already full of people.

　　 looked around the crowd, but there was no figure of Qinglian, Fu Heng asked quickly: "Eang Niang, what about Qinglian?"

"Why did you mention her?" Mrs. Fucha's face was still angry. "Originally, I saw the girl's beautiful appearance and gentle temperament. She also planned to lift her up. Who would have thought that she was born with eccentricity and pushed An'er into the water! "

　　 Fu Heng: "Er Niang, Qinglian is not such a person."

　　 stopped Erqing, who was thrashing Mrs. Fucha, and said, "I saw it with your own eyes, you still protect her!"

　　 Fu Heng coldly glanced at her, and among all the people, he was the most distrustful of her. But her mother was expensive because she had a son, so she was loved by the old lady. Fu Heng simply didn’t see her and asked, "Where is Qinglian now?"

Mrs. Fucha: "Sold!"

　　 Fu Heng's complexion changed slightly. Er Qing quickly said: "Fu Heng, don't listen to E Niang's angry words. E Niang has always been kind to others, even if Qinglian made a mistake, she just asked her family to take it back."

　　 Fu Heng suspected: "Really?"

　　After seeing him doubting Er Qing again and again, Mrs. Fucha launched a fire: "If Fei Erqing pleads for her, and kills him, why would she be so cheap!"

　　Fu Heng is very puzzled. Will Er Qing plead for others?

"Everyone will change." Er Qing sighed and saw his doubts sincerely, "For example, Qinglian, getting older, gradually thinking out. Now I will send her out and call her parents Choose another match, isn't it good?"

　　 Fu Heng still has some doubts: "Is it?"

"As long as you don't have the idea of ​​accepting her as a concubine, I will not only embarrass her, but also add a dowry, believing her loyalty to you." Er Qing vowed, "I am the same, as long as you are willing to live a good life, I It can also become better and look like you like, I promise."

　　 Fu Heng fell silent. He is not so demanding. He only asks for family and good things. Although he hates Er Qing, his parents do not like her. If she can really change her life and become a virtuous wife, he can try to forget those things. Thinking of this, he sighed and said: "...as you said, add a dowry to her."

　　 A small sedan sent Qinglian out of the house, but after a while, Fu Heng put his mind back to work again. As the minister of the North Korea and China, the emperor's confidante, socializing is inevitable, and the next day, the military aircraft Zhang Jing invited him to drink flowers and wine.

"No." Fu Heng refused with a smile, "The Qing Dynasty law is hanging above the head, we can't afford sixty sticks. Besides, if we want to drink, we can't find a place, there is the emperor's strict order, the Qinlou Chuguan in the capital. Almost gone..."

　　 As soon as he finished speaking, a woman rushed to the carriage. The carriage was not in a hurry. The horse hissed, and the front hoof raised, kicking on the woman. The woman screamed and rolled on the ground without any movement.

　　Fu Heng quickly got off the carriage and saw the two men gather beside the woman, and asked, "Who is she?"

The two men were beaten together, just like a green gang beater. Originally, they wanted the lion to bluff Fu Heng, but when he saw him in an official uniform, his courage blew out suddenly, pleased: "She is the girl in our pavilion, Looks ugly, not worth a few dollars, not worth a few dollars."

　　 Seeing that they linked a living person to silver, Fu Heng couldn't help but frown.

The military aircraft beside him, Zhang Jing, was a regular visitor to the Blue House. He knew the door way better than him, and said in his ear: "The restaurant in their mouth is for private prostitute business. This girl is estimated to have bought out life and death. Yes, you give them a few dollars, and it’s okay."

　　Fu Heng shook his head, released the money bag around his waist, and threw it to the thug: "A life, give her a good wound."

　　 The thug opened the money bag and glanced over, overjoyed, thank you so much, Fu Heng couldn't look at them like this, turned and was about to return to the carriage, and suddenly a faint sound came from behind: "Young Master..."

　　 The familiar voice called Fu Heng's footsteps. He suddenly looked back at the dying woman on the ground and said horror: "Qinglian?"

　　 Fucha House.

　　The doctor just went back, the medicine was being decoction in the kitchen, Fu Heng called the housekeeper, his face was uncertain, "What's going on?"

"Master, it is the negligence of the villain." The butler looked guilty. "The villain also just found out. The young lady just chose a good door for Qinglian on the surface. Huajiao just left the city and turned to change the Xiaojiao. , Sent to the secret prostitution."

　　 Fu Heng's face sank like water, almost cut off the armrest of the chair, and suddenly a cry came out of his ear: "Master, Master is not good! Qinglian has swallowed gold!"

　　 The doctor had just left the forefoot, and was invited back again, exhausting the power of nine cows and two tigers, and using a centuries-old ginseng from Curry, he was able to hang the life of Qinglian back.

　　 "The villain has done his best." The doctor wiped the sweat on his forehead. "But after all, it's just to return to the light, Master Fucha, if you have anything, tell her as soon as possible."

　　Fu Heng was silent for a long time before nodding.

　　 The door closed behind him, Fu Heng slowly sat by the bed and looked at the woman on the bed. There was a long scar on the beautiful face like a lotus-this scar was brought to her by Er Qing, and there were many wounds on her, longer than this, deeper than this, many Many men brought her.

　　 The culprit, but still Qing.

　　 "Master." Qinglian suddenly turned around and whimpered back to him, "Don't look at the minions, dirty people like minions will dirty your eyes."

　　 Fu Heng felt a pain in his heart: "No, you are not dirty."

"Master..." Qinglian called him again, very tender and very sad. "Every time I call you Master, your expression will become very gentle. At first, the slaves also hoped... Then one day, the slave suddenly Understand, what you want to hear is just the words "Master", right?"

　　 Fu Heng stared at her with wide eyes.

　　No one knows why he always treats Qinglian differently, not because of her good looks, nor because of her graceful posture, just because of her voice.

　　......Almost the same voice as Wei Yingluo.

"For a long time, everyone thought Qinglian was the young man's person, but they were all wrong." The voice now rang in his ears, with humble prayers, "The young man is thinking of a person, thinking of a person, in his eyes There has never been anyone else. Now, Qinglian has only one wish, can you, hold my hand, can you... call my name?"

　　Is it possible, after I have been a stand-in for so long, open my eyes and look at me, remember my name, my name is Qinglian.

　　 "Qinglian." Fu Heng called, holding her pale and thin hand.

　　Until that hand completely lost the temperature, it became cold in his hands.

"Fu Heng!" The door opened, and Er Qing, informed by the next man, hurriedly ended today's tea party, hurried back from the outside, and turned his eyes, throwing himself on Qinglian in the tent, his face immediately piled up. Covered disgust, "This **** maid..."

　　 "I'm back." Fu Heng's voice was very cold and very cold. "The things are written and they are placed on the table."

what?

　　 Erqing walked suspiciously to the table and saw a letter lying on it.

　　 Envelopes are written in black and white and read: Hugh.