Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 92 Never care about reputation or anything.

Fu Yuejun's eyes became darker, and he said indifferently: "Thank you, Aunt Zhou, for reminding me, but I have always been like this, never caring about my reputation."

She didn't care about such extraneous things as reputation for a long time. Fu Linxue had secretly ruined her reputation. If she really cared, how could she allow Fu Linxue to slander her like this?
It's just that justice is in the hearts of the people. If you intervene, it will be more and more dark, and it will be unnecessary.

After that, Fu Yuejun looked at Mrs. Zhou again with light eyes: "I heard that Aunt Zhou is from a scholarly family?"

Mrs. Zhou nodded and smiled: "Yes, it's just that I met the third master later in my family, and I was lucky enough to serve the third master, so I will have no regrets in this life as a concubine."

"Very good." Fu Yuejun smiled lightly on her lips, she seemed very satisfied with Mrs. Zhou's humble attitude, she looked at the crabapple flowers, and kindly reminded: "Be careful when pruning flower branches, Begonia There are thorns on the branches."

Having said that, he turned around and left.

When she turned around and walked forward, her eyes touched the crabapple flowers that had been blown down by the wind, and she suddenly felt a little emotional, and she murmured softly from her lips and teeth: "It's summer, autumn and winter again, and my heart is turbid. "

It was originally a whisper of emotion, at that time Zhou's fingers were pinching the branches of the crabapple, when he suddenly heard Fu Yuejun's whisper, his eyes were a little dazed, his hands suddenly became ruthless, and cut off a large branch suddenly.

The palm of her hand clenched the branch she had cut off, and the sharp thorns pierced into her palm. She frowned slightly in pain, and when she came back to her senses, she gasped.

And Fu Yuejun, who happened to hear her hiss, stopped in his footsteps, turned his body half sideways to look at Mrs. Zhou, and saw a string of blood dripping from her palm, and a small red blood spot on the pulp of his index finger. scab.

If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all, like the marks left by your fingers accidentally pricked during embroidery.

Her pupils shrank suddenly, and she saw Zhou wiping her palms with a silk handkerchief calmly, and seeing Fu Yuejun looking at her curiously, she explained with a gentle smile: "Hands slipped a bit, and they were pricked by thorns on the crabapple. "

Fu Yuejun looked indifferent, and said something meaningful: "Be careful in the future, there will be no blood in the backyard."

No one can tolerate making waves.

A strange light flashed across Zhou's eyes, but he withdrew his hand calmly, bowed and thanked softly: "Thank you, Miss Jiu, for reminding me, I understand now."

Fu Yuejun returned to the Qianqiu Pavilion, holding the puppet in his hands and thinking all the time. When Zhou Shi pricked his finger, Zhou's hands were slender, fair and beautiful, and they were a good material for embroidery.

Immediately, she asked someone to bring some embroidery objects and embroidered by herself. Her movements were very awkward and awkward, and she almost stuck her hand.

Afraid that she might hurt her hand, Siyun said worriedly: "Miss, what do you want to embroider, let this servant embroider it for you, you haven't embroidered anything before, it's hard for you to grasp."

Fu Yuejun didn't speak, and continued to embroider on it. The back and forth movements became faster and faster. The slender silver needles reflected a cold light under the light. Looking at this thing for a long time, his eyes were a little dazzled.

She squinted her eyes to relieve it. It was precisely this squint that the silver needle accidentally pricked her finger, and the blood condensed on the fingertips was quickly sucked in by the red cloth.

"Miss, your hand!" Siyun exclaimed, trying to use a handkerchief to help her stop the bleeding, but she dodged it.

(End of this chapter)