The rebirth of Fu Jia returns

Chapter 74 Burning Incense
Just when Fu Jia and Qingsuo's master and servant were thinking about how to find an excuse to go to the Zhuangzi that Qingsuo's brother was in charge of, Rui Huang came in to report that Madam was invited.

Fu Jia walked through the corridor with the green lock.

In summer, the weather is gradually getting hotter, and the garden is lush and green, and there are already cicadas singing songs on the trees.

After entering the Huarong Hall, there are several tall plane trees planted in the courtyard, which makes the courtyard much shaded.

Fu Jia raised her hand to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead, and she was in a hurry to leave.

Inside the house, the window grilles are open, and a cool breeze blows in. On the table are fresh melons and fruits, which should be freshly washed, with water droplets on them, which makes people feel thirsty just by looking at them.

"Miss Jia is here, sit down quickly."

Mrs. Anpinghou's expression has gotten better and better in the past two days, and she saw Fu Jia's eyes full of smiles.

"Mother-in-law!"

Fu Jia opened her mouth and called out that she could finally stay by her mother's side with peace of mind.

"I don't know why the adoptive mother called Jiajia over?"

Fu Jia naturally sat beside Mrs. Anping Hou, stretched out her hand and picked up an amethyst-like grape, carefully peeled off the skin to reveal the crystal clear flesh inside, and handed it to Anping with a small bamboo stick. Madam Hou.

Mrs. Anping Hou took it over and said with a smile: "It's nothing. Your parents have been in the capital for a long time and have never left the house. Tomorrow, let's go to the Chanjing Temple in the suburbs of Beijing to worship Buddha."

"That's a good relationship!" Outside the door, Fu Jia's mother clapped her hands with a smile, and then said, "Her father has visited the capital city enough in the past two days. Unfortunately, I haven't been there. Madam is really thoughtful."

Fu Jia was able to stay in the capital safely, and got a good marriage. The task assigned by the old patriarch was completed and exceeded the standard. Fu Ping and his wife did not know how happy they were.

Her heart was not full of things, and she felt a little uncomfortable. Fu Jia's mother began to miss her son, and she didn't know how he was at home.

They have been here for quite a while, besides, Marquis Anping also promised to find an errand for his son, so he should go home as soon as possible to tidy up and prepare for his son.

Therefore, yesterday, the two of them bid farewell to Mrs. Anping Hou.

Mrs. Anping Hou arranged this itinerary because she was happy for a while.

The key to this itinerary is that Mrs. Anping Hou not only took Fu Jia's mother to relax, but also helped Fu Jia draw a lottery to see when it would be suitable to get married.

Speaking of getting married, the flower banquet has passed for a few days, and no one from Yongningbo's mansion came to propose marriage, Madam Anping Hou was a little unhappy.

No, go out, who is waiting at home every day to serve you.

Zen Temple?
When Fu Jia heard the name of the temple, she was suddenly delighted.

Qingsuo couldn't help stretching out her finger to poke her behind Fu Jia. It was hard to find anywhere, and it took all the effort.

Zhuangzi, where brother Qingsuo lived, was not far from Chanjing Temple.

On the second day, Fu Rong rested.

Mrs. Anping Hou reported to the old lady, and took Fu Jia's mother, Fu Jia, and Fu Rong out in a mighty way.

It was only after Fu Rong came back yesterday that she heard that she was going to Chanjing Temple today. At that time, Fu Jia had already started planning what clothes to wear and what to bring.

Fu Rong's face was immediately displeased. It turned out that they had already discussed it, so they just let her know.

After getting into the carriage, Fu Rong looked at Fu Jia's neat clothes. She was wearing a light plain dress, with only a few half-bloomed plum blossoms embroidered with red silk thread on the cuffs, and a milky white silk sash around her waist. Hanging the sachet she always carries with her.

Seeing this sachet, Fu Rong felt his hands itch uncontrollably.

This time, I don't know what weird things are inside.

Fu Jia's hair style was also combed clean and simple today. Her bangs were tidied loosely, her forehead hair was parted obliquely from the side, and then combed fluffy with a white jade eight-toothed comb at the back of her head. Two floral pearl hairpins were inserted. And a newly picked crabapple flower.

Fu Rong was looking at Fu Jia in a daze.

Fu Jia noticed the look in her eyes, and secretly smiled in her heart, then shook her hand from Fu Rong's eyes, and put it into the sachet that she carried with her.

Fu Rong came back to her senses and looked at Fu Jia warily.

"What are you going to do?"

Fu Jia smiled and said, "Why, can't you eat some candied fruit?"

With that said, Fu Jia took out a red candied fruit from the sachet, and it looked even more delicious when it was dipped in sugar.

Fu Jia glanced at Fu Rong, stretched out her hand suddenly, and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Fu Rong shrank back and hurriedly said, "Don't eat, don't eat!"

Fu Jia withdrew her hand with a smile, and put the candied fruit into her mouth.

"Well, it's really delicious. Looking back, this is the new candied fruit in that man's dim sum shop. There are many repeat customers."

While eating, Fu Jia looked at Fu Rong with regretful eyes.

Fu Rong looked at Fu Jia's purse, then at her teasing eyes, and snorted coldly, "What's there to show off!"

He pretended not to care about it, but felt sour in his heart.

When Fu Jia was not around, these were all hers!

Fu Rong didn't want to see Fu Jia's complacent look, so she turned her head and looked out of the car.

Outside, a green curtained carriage hurried past the Anping Marquis's carriage.

The corner of Fu Rong's mouth hooked slightly, and he lowered the curtain of the carriage.

Because I went out early and there were not many pedestrians on the road, I arrived at Chanjing Temple early.

On the way, Qingsuo had already quietly pointed Fu Jia in the direction of Zhuangzi where Qingsuo's brother was.

Fu Jia looked over and saw that the main road was not far away, and it seemed to be about one mile northeast of Chanjing Temple.

The two looked at each other, confirmed their location, and immediately felt relieved.

Fu Jia's mother was chattering along the way, talking lively.

And Qing Dai had to fan her fan all the time to block the spittle sprayed by Fu Jia's mother.

Mrs. Anping Hou only smiled slightly and listened. When she got off the carriage, she felt her back was straight.

The little novice monk was already waiting at the door, and saw Mrs. Anping Hou rushing up to greet her.

"Madam hasn't been here for a long time, today our temple is really full of splendor."

Mrs. Anping Hou is also a frequent visitor here, but it's only a year or so in the future, so she hurriedly declined with a smile.

After exchanging pleasantries, the little novice led everyone to the guest house behind.

The guest house is green, surrounded by bamboos, rustling in the wind.

It's very cool, the eyes are green, and the whole person is refreshed.

Fu Jia walked in with Mrs. Anpinghou. They often come here. Fu Jia likes to be next to the green bamboo. She always lived there when she came here.

Therefore, Fu Jia walked towards that room naturally.

On the west side of the house are clumps of green bamboos, on the east side is the room of Mrs. Anping Hou, and Fu Rongde is on the other side.

However, before Fu Jia could walk over, Fu Rong came up first, squeezed Fu Jia and Qingsuo away, and walked towards the house that Fu Jia was looking at with her head held high.

"I often live here, Ms. Jia should go there."

Fu Jia...

Well, since Fu Rong was frightened by himself in the carriage just now, let her go for now.

Fu Jia took the green lock and went to the other room.

The room is a little small, but it doesn't matter.

Fu Jia packed up her things and went to Mrs. Anpinghou's room.

　I'm too sleepy, comrades

　　
　
(End of this chapter)