What kind of bad thoughts can my husband have?

Chapter 92

The theater troupe that Xue Daoxin mentioned arrived on the third day, and a bunch of people were arranged in an unused courtyard in the east. Mrs. Xue didn't like these things, so Lin Zhao simply invited Yang Baojia to come. Coincidentally, Zhao Yi was there at the time On the Yang mansion, they set up a car and came together.

Lin Zhao also sent someone to invite Xue Ding, and it was Sanqing who talked back and forth, saying that Huangmen College will hold a spring exam next month, and the fourth young master is studying hard.

"It's really strange." Xue Yong took Lin Zhao's hand and muttered, "I've never seen the fourth brother study hard! I'm going to see it!"

As he was about to run out, Lin Zhao grabbed him and said, "It's rare for him to work hard, so don't make trouble. If Zhao Xuejiao is not ill, you should go to study." He simply asked Sanqing to take him to Mrs. Xue .

"Then ask Fu Jichun to come." She ordered again, "She is also bored in Si Ge."

Going to call someone on the vernal equinox, Lin Zhao thought, since Xue Ding is working hard now, the third brother should also be studying hard at home, but with that person's temperament, he is probably walking around the streets and still playing.

When they arrived at the east courtyard, the juggling troupe had already been prepared. Fu Jichun, who was called by the vernal equinox, was also waiting at the door. After paying his respects, he turned sideways and let Lin Zhao and the others go in first.

The table was set up in the courtyard, wooden stakes were nailed, and the chain to tie the monkey was fastened. The artist in the rivers and lakes had used what he had learned all his life. I really don't know if it's a monkey or a human.

"Ming Wei, who hired this juggling troupe?"

Yang Baojia looked at the monkey, like a child, so cute and clever, he couldn't help asking, Lin Zhao also smiled and said truthfully: "It was... the young master sent it from Huaizhou."

"Is it really... transporting a team of people from Huaizhou to the capital?" Zhao Yi almost spit out a sip of tea, and said sideways, "It is a big problem for foreigners to enter the capital, not to mention the basic necessities of life along the way... ... Xue Langzhong is really kind to you."

Yang Baojia also snickered, Xue Dao is good, Zhao Yi doesn't know a lot.

Fu Jichun looked over, she couldn't get in the way when these three people spoke, she just added tea at the right time, with a look of humility, Zhao Yi glanced at it, pinched a melon seed and ate it, and said: "You also Take a rest, there are maids serving you here and there, and we are not strict people."

Lin Zhao also said the same, Fu Jichun just sat down safely, and Bo Yun who was serving her smacked his lips. The master made such a small bow, and he became a slave among the slaves, and he felt very unhappy.

"that……"

Someone on the stage was talking, it was the juggler, he was covering his belly with one hand, and his buttocks with the other, his face was reddened, he was in great pain, he half bowed and said: "Ladies and gentlemen... small... small one suddenly came The south is a bit unacceptable, and this stomach lasted for a whole night..."

"Then go quickly! Tell our wife about any dirty things!" Chun Equinox scolded.

The artist just rolled and climbed down.

The monkey can also take a break, grabbing the wooden stake and looking left and right, Zhao Yi grabbed a handful of dried fruit, Yang Baojia told her to be careful of being caught, Zhao Yi said it was all right, and stretched out his hand, the monkey is not afraid of people, just picked it up and ate it , which made several people laugh, Yang Baojia looked at it and said, "Ming Wei, do you like to watch this?"

"I don't understand opera, and these are just for fun." Lin Zhao said.

"Speaking of which, you, a well-known literati, like reciting poems and writing poems the most." Yang Baojia said with his chin in his hands, "Isn't it?"

"If you say you like it, it's naturally the best poems."

After Lin Zhao finished speaking calmly, Bo Yun standing behind Fu Jichun hurriedly laughed and said, "Speaking of poetry, my aunt also knows a little bit. I often see my aunt holding a book to read."

Fu Jichun was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said: "You don't have the right to interrupt what the master is talking about!"

Bo Yun lowered her head, she didn't mean to, but she saw that Fu Jichun was like an outsider here, her heart was unbalanced, and seeing Chun Equinox's way of talking and calling the shots just now, she also thought that Fu Jichun could be looked up to in Lin Zhao's eyes, and she herself Being able to gain power among the maidservants will give her face.

"You also like reading?" Lin Zhao asked instead without getting angry.

Fu Jichun said with a smile: "It's just fur, it's incomparable to Madam."

"Of course, among the women in the Qing capital, who can compare to her." Yang Baojia snatched the white, and asked Fu Jichun enthusiastically, "Do you have any poems, read them out and listen, if there are any bad ones, ask her to teach you , if you get her approval, it will be a good thing, it shows that you work hard on weekdays."

Fu Jichun waved his hands again and again, Bo Yun saw the situation, he hated his master in his heart, and said with a smile: "I remember, I remember."

"Shut up!" Fu Jichun said extremely sternly.

"Why bother."

Lin Zhao picked up the tea: "What are you writing, let's listen to it."

Bo Yun ignored Fu Jichun's black face, recalled, and said: "Leaning on...the railing, the beautiful woman is waiting for the screen window...Under the screen window, the bosom friend waits quietly for the wall...the wall...no words to dry..."

She said, annoyed with herself, why she couldn't remember the critical moment.

Zhao Yi, who was teasing the monkey, turned around when she heard it, her eyes were a little strange.

Fu Jichun squeezed the handkerchief, looked at Lin Zhao's expression, Yang Baojia even laughed out loud, and said jokingly: "It can be seen that this means that I don't study anymore, and I can't even remember it."

"This girl has always had a bad memory, so don't take it wrong, girl." Fu Jichun said with a sneer.

"I can hear just a few words." Lin Zhaodao, "It's a pity that the pain of lovesickness is endless."

Yang Baojia heard the implication, and stopped laughing. Is Fu Jichun's lovesickness talking about Xue Dao?Lin Zhao also said that Fu Jichun once said that his thoughts were far away, but it happened that Xue Dao was not in the capital.

Fu Jichun's pupils trembled slightly, and he dared not speak.
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"Who told you to talk too much in front of the young lady!"

Back in Sige, Fu Jichun in the back room was angry with the boss, Bo Yun knelt in front of her, not knowing what she did wrong, it was just a matter of blurting out that poem today, but she was kind enough to let Fu Jichun Losing face in front of Lin Zhao, he murmured unconvinced: "But the young lady said, the writing is very good."

"very good?"

Fu Jichun frowned and scolded: "No matter how good the writing is, it can't be as good as hers! She is all over the capital, and I don't care, but she is just an actor who is trampled on by others!" His chest heaved in anger, "Also, who told you Randomly looking at the poems on the paper, with dirty hands, you dare to rummage through the master's things! You are becoming more and more bold now! It's because I'm usually too sexual!"

As Fu Jichun said, she never lost her temper, and Bo Yun was terrified, and even said that she didn't dare anymore, knowing that she should not fight in front of others today, as she said, tears fell down.

"Forget it, get the hell out of here! Tell the dense fog to come in and serve you!"

Fu Jichun drove the person away, lifted the pillow, picked up the letter, and burned it on the candlestick. The smell of burning hit his nostrils. Looking at the dust on the table, he felt uneasy.

"Auntie."

The dense fog came in, and I heard the conversation inside just now, and said with concern: "Didn't it mean that the young lady has never heard of that poem, don't worry, auntie, don't scare yourself yourself."

Fu Jichun sighed.

Fortunately, the lady didn't find anything.

(End of this chapter)