It's not that she is thick-skinned, but that at this moment, her brain is already in a state of oxygen-deprived vacuum.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." After Gong Yueyue looked at Fu Yun at the kitchen door for more than ten minutes, she finally couldn't help but interrupt her silence. "If you stay in a daze, the medicine will have to be boiled down."
Then this is not boiling medicine, but boiling water.
Fu Yun just looked back at her blankly, then turned his head back in silence.
Gong Yueyue came forward, tugged on her sleeves, and asked knowingly: "What's wrong, my sister Fu Yun? Why are you so unconscious?"
Fu Yun's face turned red and he denied it: "No way."
Gong Yueyue was suddenly startled: "You dropped something."
"What dropped?"
"Hun'er."
Fu Yun didn't have the intention to make trouble with her. He blushed and pushed her out: "Oh, I'm busy. Don't keep recruiting me here. Go and take care of the child!"
When Gong Yueyue was pushed to the door, she grabbed the door frame with both hands and said angrily: "Poor Xiao Juan..."
As expected, Fu Yun stood frozen at the moment as if he was electrocuted: "I didn't do anything!"
"I said poor Xiao Juan, there has been no news for so long. What do you mean by that?" Gong Yueyue had already learned about Xiao Juan's well-being from Zhao Changyuan. Although she did not ask in detail, she also knew The importance of keeping one's mouth secret. It is better to leave everything related to Zhao Changyuan and Xiao Jun to everyone after they return safely.
Fu Yun really couldn't keep up with Gong Yueyue's whimsical thinking, but he also knew that she actually cared about him, so he said honestly: "Yueyue, I... my mind is very messed up."
Gong Yueyue saw that her face was rosy and she was very beautiful. She grabbed her hand and said with a smile: "I feel confused...I just saw it outside."
"What did you see?" Fu Yun felt that his face was about to swell and bleed when he mentioned the scene just now.
But Gong Yueyue is the most unruly Sanba. The more embarrassed she becomes, the more he teases her: "See that... the person you want to hug the most. Pfft..."
Fu Yun was ashamed and annoyed: "What's so funny!" Such a shameful thing was actually seen and heard clearly. How should she behave in the future?
Fu Yun's stuttering tone when confessing his love and Pan Zhuqing's dumbfounded expression made Gong Yueyue laugh in retrospect. But seeing that the girl was about to cry, she had no choice but to put away her jokes and put on a serious look: "I Don’t smile, don’t smile. Seriously, don’t you mean anything to Xiao Juan?”
Fu Yun lowered his eyebrows and was a little speechless at her question: "Why did you blame him again?"
"It's not your fault. You really like Pan Zhuqing. You can't force this kind of thing." Even if she is emotionally biased towards Xiao Jun, Gong Yueyue also knows that in emotional matters, the person concerned must still respect her own feelings.
But there was no way Fu Yun could have such a free and easy temperament as Gong Yueyue, and he was still upset: "I shouldn't have accepted Xiao Juan's things..."
Gong Yueyue took out her handkerchief, gently wiped the corners of her tear-stained eyes, and comforted her somewhat helplessly: "I shouldn't give you an opinion on this kind of thing. Even if I think Xiao Jun is reliable, it's just that I think his opponent is Pan Zhuqing...the chances of winning are really slim..."
"Yueyue, you actually don't understand Brother Pan. He is not as strong as you think. He is actually... a very fragile and lonely person. Xiao Juan and you are here, but Brother Pan... he has always been alone... ..." Fu Yun rarely has such an emotional moment. It is really because of Pan Zhuqing's almost masochistic confession in the carriage that made her feel unspeakably distressed. No matter how indestructible and invulnerable he appeared to be, she could still Seeing that under his armored shell, he has a soft heart like ordinary people.
Gong Yueyue raised her eyebrows and deliberately said with an incredible smile: "Is that the Pan Zhuqing you are talking about I know?"
Fu Yun looked at her and said solemnly: "You only have eyes for your husband, so you can't see through others."
"Maybe." Gong Yueyue shrugged disapprovingly. She also realized that at some point, she had gradually lost the ability to analyze people's hearts. In other words, at some point, she no longer had the ability to analyze people's hearts. Always observe the occupational diseases of people around her. Her vision has become more and more concentrated, and she only wants to focus on Zhao Changyuan's figure.
She herself doesn't know whether such a change is good or not. Fortunately, she knows the focus of her attention, and the reward for her is 100%, or even more.
"Yun'er, just throw away those unnecessary self-blames and guilt. Xiao Juan should also have a woman who only has eyes for him. Just continue to like Pan Zhuqing." Gong Yueyue is not good at dealing with the issue of polyamory. In the 1st century, there were many young men pursuing her. Fortunately, Jiang Haoran was very good at pruning these redundant branches for her. In ancient times, although she was forced to get involved in the emotional entanglement between Jiang Haoran and Zhao Changyuan, in fact, her Where to go is even more predestined.
But as the saying goes, bystanders know better. Now when she looks at Fu Yun's emotional problems from an outsider's perspective, she seems much more rational and clear-headed. "But to be honest, is it interesting for you to do this? Since you like it so much, just give it a try." , throw him down! Don’t rush into the wedding room first, just kiss him and you won’t get pregnant!”
Fu Yun saw that she was talking rudely again, so he scratched her paw angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about..."
But the other party's strange face showed a look of embarrassment: "I don't know. I haven't chased anyone before... I might as well act by ear."
It's not that Gong Yueyue really doesn't understand the ways of seduction between men and women. But her method can only be used in the first century with open minds. If Fu Yun really uses it on Pan Zhuqing, I'm afraid she will have to use it on Pan Zhuqing. The Tanhua Jinshi, who had read the books of sages and sages, was so frightened that he shunned him from now on.
But seeing that it was rare for Fu Yun to have such a small amount of confidence, Gong Yueyue couldn't bear to let it be shattered. After thinking about it, she comforted her and said, "Don't be so depressed. As long as you are human, there is no truth that is invincible." Either attack his weaknesses, or attack his preferences. By the way, you know him so well, do you know his preferences?"
Fu Yun raised his head and said sadly and helplessly: "I like you."
Gong Yueyue couldn't help but almost fainted: "Ah, bah. Can you be more serious? I'm talking about hobbies. For example, I know that my husband-in-law's hobby is eating, so I have been studying food recently, hoping to catch him in the future. The bad guy likes to listen to music, and Du Ruotong is good at it. If you know what Pan Zhuqing likes, the easiest way to please him is to go along with it."
Fu Yun lowered his head and walked around the kitchen with his arms folded. He seemed to be thinking very seriously. But the final result was not very satisfactory: "But... Brother Pan has been good at things since he was a child." Quite a lot, but his preferences... I really didn't find that he had any special preferences."
Gong Yueyue supported the stove and shook her head and said with a smile: "How is that possible? Everyone with an ordinary mind has their likes and dislikes. Think about it carefully."
Fu Yun fell into deep thought for a while, and finally said with some uncertainty: "He seems... to like the spices I prepared..."
Gong Yueyue snapped her fingers with satisfaction: "OK! I understand."
A few days later, Pan Zhuqing stepped into the dungeon again. Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the bruised and swollen Tong Xian in front of him: "I haven't seen you for just a few days, and Eunuch Tong has changed a lot. I almost didn't recognize him. "
The disheveled Tong Xian huddled in the corner and showed a treacherous smile with difficulty: "You were beaten into submission. These are all evidence. Let's see how you explain to the emperor when the time comes."
Pan Zhuqing approached his cell door expressionlessly and said casually: "Did they really beat you? As far as I know, the so-called evidence on your face is all your own work."
"So what? Let me tell you, Pan, that I, Tong Xian, am not that easy to deal with." It's a shame that only Tong Xian can do this kind of method of hurting people. After all, he has served the emperor personally for more than twenty years. , there is still at least some affection between each other. If it were anyone else, they might not even be able to see the emperor's face before they die.
A faint smile appeared on Pan Zhuqing's stern face: "They say you cherish this face the most, but now it seems that you cherish your old life even more."
Tong Xian snorted coldly and counterattacked with a hint of arrogance: "Pan Zhuqing, I have said before that you should leave some room for success and don't cut off your own future."
Pan Zhuqing also responded neatly: "What you said is great. It's a pity that you didn't leave yourself a way out."
"I haven't done anything. Do you think you found a few bastards to frame me and then you can put me to death? You are so naive!" He refused to admit it, with a look of hurt on the emperor's face. The step-by-step plan of crying in front of Pan Zhuqing and taking revenge on Pan Zhuqing was firmly entrenched in Tong Xian's mind. With this confidence, even if he could not escape the crime, given his relationship with the emperor, he would not be punished until death.
Pan Zhuqing listened to him calmly, and the corners of her beautiful mouth suddenly raised in a happy arc: "We have already discussed that matter, there is no need to repeat it. I am here today to give you another gift."
Tong Xian was slightly startled at first, and then asked contemptuously: "What do you mean? What are you going to do to me?" He knew that the outcome of this game lies in calmness and patience. No matter what, he must not be angered by the other party again. .
But this time, Tong Xian really underestimated his opponent. If Tong Xian is compared to an old fox, then Pan Zhuqing is an agile cheetah. Before hunting, he has already found the best time and the best attack angle. .There is also a very crucial point - young and powerful.
Pan Zhuqing took out an envelope tepidly and waved it in front of him through the iron bars of the cell: "Whose handwriting is this? Tell me." (To be continued)