Good morning Mr. Zhongtang

Chapter 13

The two of them were playing outside, and they didn't walk into the courtyard through the side door until the dinner was delivered in the mansion.

Seeing them coming back, Mrs. Li greeted them and asked, "Have you had dinner yet? I'll call the small kitchen to make some for you and send them to your room?"

When Tong Wanrou saw Li Shi, she quickly pulled her hand out of Fu Heng's palm and hid it behind her back. She lowered her head and bit her lip in a little embarrassment. Seeing her retracting her hand, Fu Heng pulled her hand away from behind Come out, continue to hold it in the palm of your hand, and say to Mrs. Li:

"Mom, we've already eaten. Don't worry about it."

Tong Wanrou felt a little terrified when she heard Fu Heng talking to Li Shi like this. The two of them didn't do anything, they just went out to play for a whole day, and when they came back, not only did they not reflect on themselves, they even worsened their impatience towards their elders with this tone. speak in a tone of voice...

She stared wide-eyed, if someone dared to speak to her mother-in-law like this in Tong Wanrou's natal family, even the legitimate son and daughter would be punished, but I don't know how her mother-in-law will respond, holding her breath, secretly I broke into a cold sweat for my husband.

Seeing that Mrs. Li was used to it, she nodded and said, "Oh, well, there's nothing else to do, you go back to your room and rest."

Fu Heng took Tong Wanrou's hand and nodded: "Well, you should also rest earlier."

In the family of the family, Tong Wanrou was really surprised to hear such an ordinary and natural way of mother-child conversation. If she hadn't been pulled by Fu Heng, she would have knelt down to apologize to Mrs. Li.

"Oh right, wait a minute."

Fu Heng pulled Tong Wanrou and walked two steps, Li Shi suddenly shouted again from behind, Tong Wanrou's back froze, sure enough... still can't escape?

Fu Heng didn't even turn around, but turned his face behind him, looked at Li Shi who was walking towards them, and asked with a frown, "Don't tell me you're all right?"

After Tong Wanrou heard Fu Heng's words, her heart was hanging in her throat, she hurriedly turned around and said to her mother-in-law Fushen:
"Mother, what else can I order?"

Mrs. Li glanced at Fu Heng, and then walked towards Tong Wanrou, looked at her for a long time before bending a hearty smile, pretending to be relaxed and saying:

"Oh, it's really nothing, it's just that someone from the Tong family came to spread a message today." Li's eyes changed a little, and after thinking for a while, he said: "According to the rules, it's not a coincidence that a married daughter will return home in three days. Well, your mother-in-law is going to go to another place in three days, so she sent someone to say that this customary ceremony will be avoided."

"..."

After hearing Li Shi's words, Tong Wanrou's smile finally faded a little, it seems that her mother was really angry this time.

Seeing her face froze, Mrs. Li hurriedly comforted her: "Oh, actually, our older generation's idea is to hope that you two are well, and other etiquette rules are not that important, so don't think too much about it. Er Niang is also afraid that you will be tired after tossing around for days."

"..." Tong Wanrou glanced at Li Shi's sincere eyes, and she naturally understood in her heart what kind of temper her mother-in-law had. Even if the person sent to pass the message today would not be very polite, but Li Shi didn't say a word in front of her. He wanted to say something to comfort her.

Nodding meekly, Tong Wanrou smiled at Mrs. Li and said, "Yes. The daughter-in-law will definitely have a good time with her husband, so that the two mothers won't worry."

Seeing that Tong Wanrou understood her painstaking efforts, Mrs. Li didn't say much, and gave Fu Heng a 'take good care of' wink, and then watched the young couple walk back to their small courtyard together.

I can't help but complain about my daughter-in-law's cold-bloodedness. No matter how dissatisfied I am with the family my daughter married, I can't really take my anger out on my own daughter.

Fu Heng led Tong Wanrou into the room, glanced at her cautiously, saw that there was no obvious anger on her face, and then said:
"If you really want to go back, then let's go back in three days."

Tong Wanrou looked at Fu Heng's expression that didn't look like he was joking, blinked her eyes twice, and said, "Shall we go back together and have the door closed?"

Fu Heng touched her face, then shrugged and said: "Eat, eat, at least we will go, and feel at ease, right? Whether your mother sees us is her business, whether we go or not is ours." thing."

"..."

Tong Wanrou was stunned by his almost tongue-twister rhetoric, and it took him a while to respond before she thought of giving him a response. She shook her head and said:

"I know my mother's temper. She doesn't take hard tricks. When she is angry, it's best not to say or do anything, and let her do it herself. After a while, she will naturally soften. down."

Fu Heng felt a little surprised when he heard Tong Wanrou's words. Seeing a little distrust in his eyes, Tong Wanrou couldn't help imitating him, scratching his nose, and said:

"Just trust me. Within three months, my mother will definitely call me back."

When Fu Heng saw her talking, he looked determined, took a deep breath, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then shall we go in three days?"

Tong Wanrou shook her head resolutely: "Of course I won't go. If we go, even if we wait outside the residence for a whole day without eating or drinking, she will never see us."

"..."

Although Tong Wanrou said so, but Fu Heng and Li still feel that on the day when they should return home, if they really ignore the Tong family as Tong Wanrou said, it may become a source of quarrel in the future .

Therefore, after discussing with Fu Heng, Mrs. Li decided that Mrs. Li would prepare some gifts that day, and then Fu Heng would personally deliver them to the door. The responsibility of the new son-in-law.

Fu Heng took a car full of gifts to Tong's house early in the morning, and returned at noon, and the gifts in the car remained untouched.

This result was what they expected. Li Shi looked at the carriage parked outside the side door, looked at Fu Heng, and then said helplessly:
"Forget it, don't accept it if you don't accept it. We can't force it." Seeing that Fu Heng had been left out all morning, with a bad face, Li said to him again: "Don't take it to heart, they are always Your daughter-in-law's parents, no matter what you do, you are a junior and you must not feel resentful."

Of course Fu Heng understands the truth, but if he doesn't understand this truth, he can be as emotionless as a wooden man, look around, and ask Li Shi:
"Where's Wanrou? Why haven't you seen her?"

Mrs. Li pointed to the direction of their small courtyard, sighed to Fu Heng, and said, "You daughter-in-law, you have been disciplined too much by the Tong family. If you have nothing to do, you really enter the room to copy scriptures. Even if she comes out Let's go, how uncomfortable it is to hold back in the room like this."

Fu Heng heard that Tong Wanrou was copying scriptures in the room, so he could no longer listen to Mrs. Li's instructions, left Mrs. Li and walked to the small courtyard.

After asking the servant girl, she learned that Tong Wanrou had been in his study for a long time.

Fu Heng walked into the study room, and he really saw a delicate figure standing in front of the desk, burying his head in his pen and writing rapidly. He was so focused that he didn't even notice when he walked in. He had never seen her so serious. The ordinary face is full of aura even when it is serious.

Fu Heng walked over lightly. Tong Wanrou didn't notice him until he got close to the book case. She looked up at him and continued writing without saying anything.

Seeing his daughter-in-law ignoring him, Fu Heng felt a little wronged. He glanced at the tabletop unconsciously, but was attracted by some written papers. He picked up the papers and felt a scent of ink coming out of his nostrils. Looking at the content, one has already been swayed by the fragrance of books on the paper.

I have to say that his daughter-in-law's handwriting is indeed extremely beautiful. The correct fonts are like those printed on stone slabs. The same characters are written exactly the same, every angle, every tactful They all seem to have her specific method, making people feel comfortable after seeing them.

Tong Wanrou buried her head in writing for a long while before putting down the pen. Only then did Fu Heng realize that there was a pen case made of ebony wood on the desk. The pen case contained all kinds of pen holders from large to small, from thick to thin.

Tong Wanrou didn't notice her husband's strange eyes, picked up the last written piece of paper, put it on her lips, blew gently, and asked casually:

"Was it a waste of time?"

Hearing her speak, Fu Heng recovered from her font and equipment, nodded hastily, and said:
"Yes. Even the porter didn't let me in."

Tong Wanrou put down the paper, looked up at him, and gave him a half-smile look, which tickled Fu Heng's heart, and hurriedly coughed lightly to change the subject.

"By the way, what are you writing here?" Pointing to a few petty lowercase characters on his hand that made him stare dumbfounded, he asked Tong Wanrou.

"The Kemo Sutra." Tong Wanrou picked up the pen that had been put down before, washed it in a small water tank in the upper right corner of the desk, and replied as usual.

Fu Heng never hesitated to praise what he saw, and nodded to Tong Wanrou: "My lady's handwriting is really good, even if it is placed in front of everyone in calligraphy, it is not inferior at all."

Tong Wanrou knew that he was sweet-mouthed, and she was happy to be praised, so she gave him a coquettish look, and said:

"I don't dare to compare with everyone, it's just that I copy more scriptures on weekdays, and my writing is smoother."

Fu Heng seemed to disagree with her modest words, and immediately retorted: "If your calligraphy is just smoother, then what do I call it? Dog crawling?"

Tong Wanrou walked out of the desk, took out a clean handkerchief from the lapel of the flag, wiped her hands, and then smiled at Fu Heng:

"Why should you underestimate yourself, Mr. Xianggong?"

Seeing that she didn't believe what he said, Fu Heng was a little anxious: "I didn't underestimate myself, but your handwriting is really good. If I have half a sentence that is false, tell me to beat me... um..."

Before Fu Heng's oath was finished, Tong Wanrou's index finger pressed his lips. Tong Wanrou gave him another look and said:

"You can't do it." Seeing that Fu Heng was a little puzzled, Tong Wanrou said again: "For such a big thing, do you have to swear?"

Fu Heng held her hand in his palm, and smiled a little silly. His hearty smile made his handsome appearance even more handsome. Tong Wanrou was flustered by his look, and wanted to withdraw her hand, but was caught by him. He held her tightly, and after a while, he put the entire back of her hand to his lips again, and kissed her delicately.

Tong Wanrou wanted to scream but didn't dare to speak, but her husband was too bold, in broad daylight, to make such an intimate move in this study room where people might come in at any time, Tong Wanrou was sweet and at the same time felt ashamed endlessly.

(End of this chapter)