Spring Forest Evening

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Anyway, while walking, Shen Fu said to himself: Uncle He has just come back, so naturally he wants to have dinner with his two apprentices to talk about himself, and if he stays in the outer study, the three of them will also eat. No, it's better to go back to the inner courtyard as soon as possible. I don't think Uncle He would have any other thoughts about it. Zhou Heng is not only his fiancée, but also his cousin, not to mention that she has nowhere to go now.

Furthermore, Shen Fu thinks he is justified: Miss Zhou is going to go to the hot spring village tomorrow, and I will tell her what Uncle He said just now, so that she can have a better life. Mentally prepare, after all, she is not the Zhou Heng before, her eyes are darkened, and I have to help her take care of it no matter what, no matter what, she is also helping Prince Jing's mansion.

After thinking about this clearly, Shen Fu calmly entered the inner study with Chunyu and Chuntao's familiar eyes, and had dinner with the equally calm Zhou Heng. During the dinner, he learned that yesterday's plate of cherries, The girl actually ate it all up. For some reason, she inevitably ate some more food. Even Zhou Heng noticed it and asked him: "My lord, do you also like these dishes tonight?"

Shen Fu looked down at the dishes on the table, a dish of scrambled eggs with lettuce, a dish of bean sprouts with vermicelli, a dish of white-cut chicken, and a bowl of tofu and three delicacies soup, all of them were relatively light, but nothing special, not even his favorite vegetable.

It turned out that she liked these light dishes, although she ate a lot.

The former Ah Heng... In my impression, I didn’t seem to have eaten with Ah Heng. At most, I had eaten the so-called soup made by her a few times, but those soups were actually made by the subordinates. Very sweet, I don't like things that are too sweet.

Zhou Heng didn't know what Shen Fu was thinking, and explained to him while eating: "Actually, Mother Shen always felt that the food I wanted was too little, why, three dishes and one soup, just you and me, it's almost the same. , it’s not good to eat too much for dinner, right?”

At the same time, he pointed to the bowl of tofu and three delicacies soup: "This soup is the best. It will fill you up and lose weight, and the portion is just right for two."

It's a pity that you won't be able to drink this soup tomorrow night, Shen Fu didn't answer, but such a sentence came to mind.

Looking at the girl holding the soup across the way, the hand holding the soup was delicate, white and tender under the lamp, and thought for no reason that the inner study would be empty tomorrow night.

Thinking of this, I felt a little empty in my heart, and even hesitated to scoop up the soup in my hand.

Zhou Heng on the opposite side saw him and thought he was being polite, so he gave way to himself first, so he smiled and took his bowl over, filled him with a bowl of soup, and said, "Isn't it delicious?"

Shen Fu heard himself answering "En" in a low voice, and felt that the voice was a bit abrupt, so he tried to add another sentence: "When you go back to that village, the food may not be as good as that in the mansion, Miss Zhou, you need to be patient." .”

"Patience?" Zhou Heng felt that he didn't have to worry about eating and drinking at all: "It's good enough, and eating too much is not good. If it tastes bad or something, just eat less!"

People in the 21st century worry only about eating too much and eating too well.

Now that we talked about food, Shen Fu also talked about living: "The living conditions will not be very good then, and Miss Zhou has to be wronged—"

"It's okay, it's okay," Zhou Heng felt that none of this was a problem: "I'm not a delicate lady, I can endure hardships, and besides, these are not considered hardships."

All right, the difference between the two Zhou Hengs is indeed too great. Seeing this, Shen Fu didn't say anything more, but whispered to her what Uncle He thought: "So when you get there, pay more attention to everything. .”

Hearing these words, Zhou Heng nodded straightly: "Well, after hearing what you said, I also think that the situation behind this is quite complicated. We thought it was a little simple before. Don't worry, I will pay attention to it myself."

Having said all that, although Shen Fu had deliberately slowed down for this dinner, seeing that every plate had bottomed out, Zhou Heng still put down his chopsticks in satisfaction.

Shen Fu had no choice but to briefly talk about the situation at the hot spring village, and then told him again: "In short, you should be careful in everything, and let Chunyu follow you in everything."

"Okay!" Zhou Heng replied with a grin, and seeing Shen Fu standing there in astonishment, he quickly added: "In short, I will definitely maintain a high degree of vigilance, and I don't want to die here so inexplicably. "

"What nonsense!" Shen Fu couldn't hear such words, and frowned, this girl really didn't shy away.

"Sorry!" Zhou Heng stuck out his tongue: "Don't worry, I will try my best to live until I go home."

The word "go home" made Shen Fuben's slightly stretched brows tightened again in an instant, and the good mood that he had been having this night disappeared in an instant.

Zhou Heng saw that he was frowning and remained silent, thinking that the other party was still unhappy with the word "death" he said just now, so he wisely didn't ask, and only called Chuntao from outside to come in and clean up the dishes together, while talking with her. He told me that he was leaving tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, when Chun Tao heard it, she knelt down to Shen Fu with a "plop": "My lord, can I go with Miss Biao? I promise that I will never make trouble for Miss Biao, and I will listen very, very well." Miss Biao's words."

"Oh no, you don't even know what I'm going to do. Let me tell you, it will be very dangerous!" Zhou Heng quickly lowered his head to coax her, and then smiled apologetically at Shen Fu.

It's a pity that the little girl Chuntao is also quite stubborn, Zhou Heng couldn't hold her back, and raised his head to Shen Fu with tears in his eyes and said: "My lord, the mother praised the servants for doing a good job before, and the young servants can't help much. I'm busy, but the maidservant can serve Miss Biao to wash and clean during the day, and she can also be on duty for Miss Biao at night, so there must be something useful, please help me!"

"Either..." Zhou Heng didn't want such a little girl to serve him, but thought she was cute, so he tried to ask Shen Fu, who looked down at Chuntao and said nothing, to discuss with him: "Bring Chuntao and let her run for us." Running errands or something? She's smart and not ostentatious."

Shen Fu didn't answer, and said after a while: "Remember, I will think about this matter when I go back."

Chuntao quickly put away her tears and got up to thank her. Zhou Heng took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, and comforted her in a low voice. Shen Fu's face sank when she saw it. The food box bowed its head and went out.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Heng felt that he was in the wrong, so he just said something embarrassingly beside him: "I'm sorry, my lord, I'm sure I won't say so casually outside."

Seeing her embarrassing look, Shen Fu held back his anger at the way she comforted the little girl just now, but said in a low voice: "It's okay, I'll go back and think about it first."

There was nothing to say for the rest of the night, but Zhou Heng didn't have any thoughts on this matter. Chuntao was a little maid, and the two had only been together for so many days, and they just got to know each other well.

As a result, he was still sleeping early the next morning, but was awakened by Chuntao's shout from outside the house: "Really, sister Chunyu? The lord promised me to follow—"

After thinking about it, I also thought of some things that I couldn't say.

It seemed that we were going to be a threesome, and Zhou Heng couldn't sleep anymore, so he simply sat up and called the excited Chuntao to come in and help him wash up.

Afterwards, Shen Fu had a rare breakfast with Zhou Heng again. In the name of explaining things to her, the little girl Chuntao, who is serving extremely hard now, would not have any ideas.

And it was during this breakfast that Zhou Heng found out that Shen Fu had changed his mind—

"Since Uncle He said that he is going to live in Wangfu Zhuangzi to recuperate his body, then I thought, it's better to combine the two places into one place, and you and Chunyu can simply treat him as his maids and go together."

This is also more reassuring. After all, it is on my own Zhuangzi, so I won't be too wronged Miss Zhou.

Zhou Heng was also a little apprehensive about going to other people's village to be a maid, not because he was afraid of being a maid, but because he was afraid that he would show his feet accidentally.

Now that Shen Fu had made such an arrangement, he was relieved, and suddenly he was a little happier, and even talked a little more, and asked him in a very ugly manner while eating:

"Is there anyone else in your village?"

"Let's go see Uncle He later, shall we?"

Thinking of this, he lowered his voice and asked Shen Fu: "This Uncle He, has he met Miss Zhou before?"

In order not to let Chuntao, who was serving porridge for them next to him, hear it, Zhou Heng deliberately propped up his upper body and leaned towards Shen Fu, so close that there was only a chopstick gap between the two of them.

Looking at each other, seeing that the other party was looking at him without blinking and waiting for a reply, Shen Fu let go of his hand, and a bun on the chopsticks fell on the table.

Quickly picked it up again and put it into his own bowl, then without looking at the other party, he lowered his head and replied: "No."

"That's good!" Zhou Heng turned his head to take the porridge filled with spring peaches and handed it to Shen Fu first, and said happily: "Thank you, my lord, for your thoughtful arrangement!"

Seeing Zhou Heng smiling with his brows and eyes bent and looking happy, Shen Fu said again like a ghost: "On that Zhuangzi, I remember climbing a tree to pick cherries when I was young, and I should still be there now. Although I didn't take much care of it in the past year, it can still bear some fruit, and you can eat more by then."

"Okay! Then I'll climb the tree and pick cherries to eat, that's great!" Zhou Heng happily responded. He had also participated in the weekend activity of picking cherries at work before. The cherry trees were not tall, but they were full of fruits. , looks good and is delicious, thinking of this, he smiled and said to Shen Fu who was drinking porridge with his head bowed in a very gentle way:

"Then, if the tree grows more by then, I'll send some back to you, okay?"

Zhou Heng's original intention was to ask if sending cherries back would arouse suspicion, but in the ears of Shen Fu, who was already full of imagination, the last three words "good or bad" took on a self-imagined coquettish tone.

So he still didn't dare to lift his head, and the spoon in his hand didn't stop, but he answered in a low voice:

"it is good!"