The rebirth of Fu Jia returns

Chapter 261 Meeting
Although Cheng Miaoyu said this, everyone didn't take it seriously and just listened to it.

This time the palace banquet, the rare mood is relatively relaxed.

Fu Jia, Princess Xianqing, Cheng Miaoyu and Cheng Yurou walked leisurely in the imperial garden, admiring the beautiful scenery.

In the imperial garden in autumn, the red maples are like fire, and the autumn chrysanthemums are blooming, which is a special flavor.

In particular, all kinds of autumn chrysanthemums in the imperial garden are blooming one after another, with different postures. Some are like the skirts of graceful dancing girls, some are like the shy faces of women, and some are like warriors standing proud of the frost. , hold your head high.

Looking at the chrysanthemums in front of her eyes, Fu Jia couldn't help but think of a line of poetry: The lotus has no rain cover, the chrysanthemums still have proud frost branches, and the golden stamens are scattered, and the fragrance will not change even though they wither.

Even if the world changes, he still has pride.

Walking on the bluestone path, Fu Jia was lost in thought.

She doesn't really like chrysanthemums, but Mrs. Yongningbo does.

Therefore, after getting married, in order to please Mrs. Yongningbo, Fu Jia specially begged a few pots of high-quality goods from the empress to give to Mrs. Yongningbo.

Unexpectedly, within a few days, Mrs. Yongningbo's face began to have small red bumps, and then slowly more and more, the whole face became red, swollen and itchy.

I asked the doctor to find out it was an allergy.

At that time, Qin Jingxuan complained to her, Mrs. Yongning Bo asked someone to throw the flower out, looking at the scattered stamens, Fu Jia hugged her arms tightly.

The same flower, the same scenery, the difference is just the human heart.

Fu Jia took a deep breath, and every time she thought about it, she could still feel the suffocation at that time.

It's just because I love that person, so I can bear it.

I just don't know if Lin Nianyou can do it.

Fu Jia walked away slowly while thinking.

Cheng Miaoyu and Xianqing were pointing at one of the octopus chrysanthemums and talking, no one was paying attention, when Qin Jingxuan walked over slowly, dressed in blue brocade with dark bamboo patterns.

Standing among the brilliantly blooming chrysanthemums of various colors, Fu Jia was dressed in jade-colored clothes, but she looked elegant and elegant.

Qin Jingxuan didn't expect to meet Fu Jia either. He looked at the approaching figure, both familiar and strange, and felt a strange feeling in his heart, and his pace slowly slowed down.

"You... hello..."

Qin Jingxuan spoke hesitantly.

Fu Jia raised her head abruptly when she heard a familiar voice.

"It's you?"

Qin Jingxuan's heart skipped a beat.

It seemed that Fu Jia had noticed him.

"Yes, Miss Fu, you, are you admiring the chrysanthemum?"

Fu Jia smiled, and dimples appeared on her lips. She looked at Qin Jingxuan and said, "Master Qin, don't you know? The Empress is hosting a banquet today. Why did Master Qin come here?"

Qin Jingxuan's heartbeat started to speed up due to Fu Jia's smile, and his vision blurred for a moment.

It seemed to be back to the time when he first met Fu Jia. After Fu Jia died, he thought about that scene more than once.

In the sky full of flowers, Fu Jia was dressed in red, smiling brightly.

Now that Fu Jia was standing in front of him alive again, Qin Jingxuan felt that he couldn't move his feet.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Jia took another step forward, so close that Qin Jingxuan could smell the gardenia fragrance she was smoking today, which was his favorite fragrance.

Fu Jia waved his hands in doubt, and asked, "Young Master Qin, Young Master Qin?"

Qin Jingxuan came back to his senses, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, please forgive me, Mrs. Qin, because I remembered my old friend..."

Qin Jingxuan said, his tone became low.

Fu Jia looked at the pretentious man in front of her and sneered in her heart.

"Young Master Qin, are you talking about Sister Fu Jia?"

On the face, Fu Jia asked innocently.

Qin Jingxuan looked at Fu Jiatian's pure and kind eyes, and looked away with some guilt.

"Yes, everyone said that you look alike, but now it seems that you really are."

Fu Jia nodded and asked, "Young Master Qin, you like sister Fu Jia, right?"

Qin Jingxuan did not expect that Fu Jia would ask him this question so bluntly and directly.

Are you happy?
Qin Jingxuan looked at the woman in front of him, paused, then nodded, and said, "Yes."

Hearing this answer, Fu Jia suddenly smiled brightly, like a magnolia blooming in spring.

Qin Jingxuan felt that his eyes began to feel dizzy again.

When Fu Jia first came to the capital, he had seen her.

At that time, I didn't seem to have such a strong feeling, thinking that she was just like Fu Jia.

Later, because Lin Nianyou was always dissatisfied with the way he looked at Fu Jia, and because he was angry when he mentioned Fu Jia, Qin Jingxuan slowly let it go.

Anyway, Fu Jia was dead, and he felt that he had escaped the control of his family and Anping Hou Mansion, and was finally free.

Qin Jingxuan did not expect that when he saw Fu Jia again today, he would be in such a scene, and his heart would have ripples again.

After saying a few words, Fu Jia left with a smile.

Qin Jingxuan stopped for a moment, then turned and left.

Fu Jia smiled, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the figure behind the flower tree, and then stepped forward.

"Jiajia, what's so happy about it?"

Cheng Miaoyu couldn't see Fu Jia when she looked up, she was about to look for it, and then she watched Fu Jia slowly walking around the corner with joyful eyes.

Fu Jia smiled and rolled her eyes, and said, "I saw an interesting thing just now, it's quite amusing."

"I'll take a look at anything too." Cheng Miaoyu suddenly regained his energy.

However, Fu Jia just pursed her lips and smiled without speaking.

Just when Cheng Miaoyu refused to agree, and forced Fu Jia to take a look, he heard a commotion in the distance.

The three of them were shaken, their hearts were healed, and finally there was news.

Although the prince is not very good, the competition for the crown princess is still fierce.

Judging by the performance of those girls, if you think about it, you should know that if you don't make any mistakes, you will be sorry for their preparation.

The three of them walked towards the noisy place with the flow of people.

The empress had already got the news, and she rushed there with her people, followed by the wives of each family.

There is no way, such a thing can't be hidden.

Before Fu Jia arrived, she saw the ugly face of the Empress from the crowd.

Equally ugly was Mrs. Anping Hou.

Fu Jia's heart skipped a beat.

She hurried forward, parted the crowd, and then saw Fu Rong, who was wet in the open space in the crowd.

She was wearing a blanket, which was covered by the maid just now, and her hair was stuck to her face, taking advantage of her paler face.

On the other side, stood the same wet man.

It's not who the prince is!

Fu Jia only felt a chill on his back.

Mrs. Anping Hou was crumbling beside her, her eyes darkened intermittently, she pointed at Fu Rong, her lips trembled so that she could not speak.

The empress's heart is ashamed, but that's good, it saves her a lot of talking.

It turned out that Xu Huiyuan, the granddaughter of Xu Botong, the head of the Hanlin Academy, was the one she chose in the end.

Although Xu Huiyuan's temperament is cold and dull, but such a life experience can be regarded as a great help to the prince.

Although the empress was disappointed with the prince, she was her own son after all, and she always planned for him.

(End of this chapter)