First Wife of Zhu Family

Chapter 123 Let Her Go

After all, Du Rongzhi still didn't go back to the flower hall.

She sat on the bed blankly for a while, then fell into a drowsy sleep.

When she woke up again, it was Qinghe who woke her up.

Du Rongzhi was still a little confused, and didn't realize that Qing He's face was very ugly...

She rubbed her eyes and stared at the half-burned candle in bewilderment, "What time is it... But Master is back?"

She said Song Zixun would wake her up if he came back.

Qing He shook her head and said with a pale face, "It's Miss Sun... for some reason, she suddenly developed a fever."

Du Rongzhi immediately woke up.

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Song Zixun was helped to Jinyuan by Fu Jingrou and Hu Po.

He was so drunk that he slumped on the couch as soon as he entered the door.

Fu Jingrou winked at Hu Po, who understood and quietly retreated out.

She took off her coat lightly, climbed onto the soft couch, and hugged Song Zixun.

"Do you still remember this place?" She leaned against his cheek and recalled softly, "When we were young, we would pick apricots here every summer. I remember one year, you accidentally fell from a tree... Concubine I was so frightened that I cried, but you limped up and took out a few crushed apricots from your arms..." Fu Jingrou couldn't help showing a sweet smile on her face, "That's the concubine's body. The most delicious apricots I have ever eaten in my life, I will never forget the taste... Do you still remember..."

Song Zixun raised his eyes in a daze. Under the candlelight, the ruby ​​ruyi hairpin in Fu's hair gave off a soft light, which fell in his eyes, but there were two shadows.

Song Zixun reached out to touch it but was in vain. He curled his lips mockingly, "Why...you found your earrings...?"

Fu Jingrou was taken aback, "What fall—"

But Song Zixun grabbed his arm and threw him onto the couch, "Mr. Du...don't treat everyone else as idiots!"

Fu Jingrou didn't defend herself, her body bumped against the kang table behind her suddenly, she burst into tears from the pain, but she didn't dare to cry, so she could only crawl forward, crying softly, "Master, I'm Rou'er, please see clearly..."

Song Zixun turned a deaf ear to him, fell drunk on the couch, hiccupped and murmured to himself, "You think I don't know...it's the fourth child, and it's because of the fourth child that you don't want to!" He suddenly growled, "You are the master The wife that Ming Media is marrying, I want to sleep with you, what right do you have to refuse!"

Fu Jingrou was dumbfounded.

Du Shi, she, she...

Fu Jingrou also forgot the pain for a moment, moved to Song Zixun, and carefully probed, "Young Madam...how could Young Madam do something wrong to you? She has always been the most polite...Master...Listen Gossip about others?"

"I've seen it all..." Song Zixun's voice became more and more floating, "In the garden... just... you and him..."

Fu Jingrou saw that Song Zixun was tossing about, as if he was about to fall asleep at any time, although it was a pity, but she also knew that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and she must not miss it, so she stopped asking, and quickly helped Song Zixun up, holding his cheeks with both hands, She said softly, "Master, open your eyes and take a good look. I'm not Du Shi, I'm Rou'er!"

Song Zixun blushed, looked at her and frowned blankly, "...Rou'er?"

"Yes, it's me." Fu Jingrou held Song Zixun's hand and placed it on her face, "Your Rouer."

Song Zixun brushed her cheek with his hand, suddenly showed a confused smile, nodded and said, "That's right...you are, it's Rou'er."

Fu Jingrou looked at him with a tender look on her face, "You don't have to feel sad for the young lady—as your wife, she is unruly and entangled with the fourth young master. She doesn't deserve your kindness to him at all...You Don't worry, Rou'er is not the Young Madam, Rou'er only likes you wholeheartedly, and will never betray you..."

"You're right..." Song Zixun hugged her back, and he murmured, "It's her? Heh... who is it?"

There was a sudden noise outside, followed by Amber Qi Ai Ai's voice from outside the door, "Aunt... Yuanyuan is here, saying it's—"

"Tell her to wait!" Fu Jingrou interrupted impatiently, changed her mind, lowered her head and kissed Song Zixun's chest, and raised her voice slightly, "Be good, I will come as soon as I leave."

Song Zixun couldn't hear what she said clearly, so he hummed indiscriminately, and fell on the pillow with his head sullen.

Only then did Fu Jingrou come down slowly, put on her clothes, and walked over to open the door.

Outside, besides Hu Po, she saw a girl with a hanging bun standing outside, it was Yuan Yuan who was in front of Du Rongzhi.

Amber felt Fu Shi's cold gaze, and subconsciously shrank back into the corner.

But Yuanyuan seemed to have seen a savior, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Aunt Fu, Miss Sun is ill, please please go back and have a look."

Fu Jingrou frowned, and was about to say no, when she suddenly remembered something, she turned and said to the couch in the inner room, "Young Master, Young Madam sent someone to invite you back to your room, look—"

Sure enough, Song Zixun heard a low growl from inside, "Tell her to get out!"

Yuan Yuan trembled, and looked in subconsciously, but Fu Jingrou took a step forward and blocked the door, pretending to be helpless, "The young master is too drunk, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back tonight... I can only ask you Forgive me, ma'am." As he said that, he was about to close the door.

Yuanyuan cried out in anxiety, "I beg my aunt to talk to the young master again! Miss Sun, Miss Sun is really very sick!"

Fu Jingrou smiled and looked at her, "You heard what Master just said. It's not that I didn't say it for you, it's that the master himself doesn't want to go back. What can I do? You should go back and report to the young lady. But don't delay seeing a doctor for my sister." After saying that, without looking at Yuanyuan's pleading eyes, he closed the door with a "bang".

Yuanyuan outside was still talking about something, Mrs. Fu snorted gloatingly, and twisted her waist back to the couch.

"Master, Rou'er—" The charming smile stayed on her face before it fully bloomed.

After such a short time, Song Zixun had already fallen asleep on the pillow.

It's so easy to catch such an opportunity today, it hasn't even started yet, that's all...

ended? !

　
(End of this chapter)