The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

Something more deadly than going right with Lu Heng appeared, robbing Lu Heng of a woman. The housekeeper was dying, but he couldn't tell anyone. Fortunately, the emperor gave Fu Tingzhou and Hong Wanqing a marriage. Now the housekeeper is full of hope that Hong Wanqing will go through the door quickly. Maybe there are no other women around the Hou Ye, so I can't forget Wang Yanqing. If there are more women, it should be faded.

When Fu Tingzhou heard the housekeeper's words, his face was pale, and he didn't think about it at all, and said, "The military order is like a mountain, and the situation on the front line is changing rapidly. How can there be time to delay the marriage."

The housekeeper was very disappointed, but not unexpected. He carefully looked at Fu Tingzhou's face, and finally hesitantly, he said boldly: "Master Hou, you are right to be worried about the battlefield, but you can't be careless about lifelong events. Miss Hong San is your future wife. You marry her as soon as possible. Good for everyone."

Fu Tingzhou turned his head and stared at the housekeeper coldly. The housekeeper was drenched in cold sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to give in.

Fu Tingzhou talked about the righteousness of the family and the country, but who didn't know that he was actually thinking about Wang Yanqing by delaying his marriage? Wang Yanqing has already fallen into Lu Heng's hands. Even if Lu Heng gets tired of playing in the future and sends Wang Yanqing back to Zhenyuan Hou's Mansion, could it be that Fu Tingzhou can still have something to do with Wang Yanqing?

That will put the Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion, Yongping Marquis Mansion, and even the emperor's face.

What Fu Tingzhou can't hear the most now is the word "gift marriage". The crowd congratulated him, his parents laughed and prepared for the wedding, everyone around him was happy, but he seemed to have fallen into the sea, dizzy, and didn't know where he was.

He regretted it. But Lu Heng didn't give him any room for remedy at all.

Fu Tingzhou's throat was dry, he stuck for a while, and then he said hoarsely: "Sit down on your own business, don't worry about other things."

Chen's people waited for a long time in the cold wind and finally saw Fu Tingzhou. Fu Tingzhou knew that his mother's troubles were endless, so he could only go to Chen's place in person. As soon as Mr. Chen saw Fu Tingzhou, he immediately pulled Fu Tingzhou to sit down and chattered: "Master Hou, do you really want to leave? The weather has turned cold again these few days. Why don't you wait until the new year before leaving?"

"No." Fu Tingzhou said with an expressionless face, "The military order is like a mountain. If the military plane is delayed, it will be a crime of ransom and death."

Chen sighed, Fu Tingzhou said "the death penalty", Chen couldn't persuade his son to die, so he said earnestly: "Have you packed your luggage? Have you brought food? You are surrounded by men, and men are not careful when packing. , or I will send someone to help you clean up?"

These words didn't even enter Fu Tingzhou's ears, and were rejected mercilessly: "No."

"Then you bring two people to serve? I don't know how long it will take you to go. You can't be without a caring person by your side."

"You can't bring women into the military camp."

"Yes." Mrs. Chen sighed in disappointment and said cautiously, "If you don't have a maid, then you should arrange the marriage before you leave? Mrs. Yongping Hou told me that Miss San is a person who understands righteousness and doesn't care about politeness. , it doesn’t matter if the wedding is rushed. It’s also a good story for the woman to come in early to take care of her in-laws and manage the family business when her husband is out on an expedition.”

"The emperor has already ordered." Fu Tingzhou said coldly without any change in his eyes, "Let's set off immediately without delay."

Chen Shi was rejected one after another, no matter how slow she was, she should have seen it. Chen shi's face turned down, and he asked with restraint: "I don't know how long it will take you to leave. The girl is waiting for you, and our family can't help but say a word. If you don't see Miss Hong San before you set off, it's safe to do so. girl's heart."

"The next itinerary has been set, I am afraid there is no time."

There is no time for Chinese New Year, no time to get married in advance, and no time to even meet people. Chen Shi finally couldn't bear it anymore, and asked with a cold face, "Do you have no time, or do you not want to see him? Lord Hou, how long has it been, do you still miss Wang Yanqing?"

Fu Tingzhou stood up with a snort, and saluted the Chen family standardly and indifferently, saying, "I have other business, my mother is safe, and my son retire."

"You..." Chen slapped the table angrily and scolded, "Stop for me, I'm your mother, don't you even listen to me?"

Fu Tingzhou ignored him at all, turned around and walked out. When he went out, he heard Mrs. Chen shouting angrily: "Injustice, really injustice! It's impossible for her and you, can't you treat her as dead?"

Fu Tingzhou put down the curtain, and without looking back, strode into the cold wind.

He walked very fast, the wind passed by him, and the only sound in his ears could be the cries of the wind and the dead branches. After a long time, Fu Tingzhou calmed down and heard the voice of the world again.

Chen's words were like a sharp knife, stabbing bloody wounds in his heart.

It's impossible for her and you, can't you treat her dead?

Yes, they are no longer possible. Even if he exposes Lu Heng's lies and tells Wang Yanqing the truth, it is impossible for her to come back to him again. Perhaps as Chen said, when Wang Yanqing died on the icy cliff in December last year, and there will be no more gatherings from now on, it will be the best ending.

However, she is clearly not dead, how can Fu Tingzhou pretend that she doesn't know?

Fu Tingzhou didn't know how long he stood in the cold wind, until he felt numb, and finally moved and walked in one direction like a puppet.

However, this direction is not to return to his house, but to Wang Yanqing's residence.