That person turned out to be Du Yuerou, whom she had met once before.
There is no one else around Du Yuerou. It seems that she came alone, or maybe someone with her went to socialize. In short, Du Yuerou looks much more haggard today than the last time I saw her, even though she is a little far away.
Even from the distance, Jiang Wu could clearly see the fatigue on her face.
She frowned lightly, and Du Yuerou looked at her with straight eyes, even with a little resentment.
Jiang Wu originally wanted to wait here for Fu Heng to come back, but Du Yuerou stared straight at her, which inevitably made people feel a little nervous. She had never been to the palace, so naturally she didn't dare to run around.
I could only ask a chamberlain and asked him to take me to Tingyuan to get some fresh air.
Just be colder, it's better than staying in there and being stared at by Du Yuerou like an enemy.
The Pavilion Garden was not far away. Jiang Wu held up an oil-paper umbrella and arrived there within a short distance. Before leaving, the chamberlain told the other party: "If I command the envoy to return to the hall later, ask him to come to the Pavilion Garden to find me."
The waiter nodded in agreement.
Jiang Wu thought that she could avoid the trouble if she came out, but she didn't expect that Du Yuerou actually followed her before she sat in the pavilion for a long time.
After all, the two had met before, and Jiang Wu could not turn a blind eye at this moment, so he had to stand up and salute, "Miss Du."
Although Du Yuerou was the daughter of a minister, she was not yet married and had not been awarded any royal titles, so she was still called a girl even in the palace.
When I got closer, I realized that Du Yuerou's face was horribly haggard, the blue shadows under his eyes were very obvious, and his eyes were all red and bloodshot.
Du Yuerou and she stood together in the pavilion, and neither of them spoke for a while.
After a while, Du Yuerou suddenly said: "Are you very proud?"
Jiang Wu quickly guessed that Fu Heng's dramatic behavior just now was probably for her to see, and he didn't dare to expose Fu Heng's thoughts rashly, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only stand aside in silence.
"Miss Jiang, I had no grudges with you in the past, but now... why do you want to humiliate me like this?"
This time Jiang Wu could no longer pretend to be deaf. She looked at Du Yuerou blankly and said sincerely: "I don't know where I insulted you?"
"Last time when we had dinner at the restaurant, you were obviously very close to Zhou Qianshi, but today you went to the banquet with Mr. Fu. Didn't you do this on purpose after you learned that I was going to marry Mr. Fu?"
Jiang Wu frowned and said: "Why is Miss Du so unreasonable? I usually never leave the door in Fusi, Beizhen. How do I know who you are going to marry? Master Zhou and I are colleagues. I
It’s a woman again, Master Zhou just needs to take more care of her.”
While talking, Du Yuerou shed tears and said sadly that her life was miserable.
Jiang Wu thought that she was not a close sister, but she was crying so miserably, so after thinking about it, she took the handkerchief and handed it to her, "If something happens to Miss Du, just cry here. Remember to apply ice to your eyes when you go back."
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Du Yuerou stared at the handkerchief for a long time, then suddenly grabbed Jiang Wu's hand: "Miss Jiang, I beg you, help me this time, please help me, Mr. Fu, if I can't marry him
, I want it, I want it..."
Jiang Wu understood and figured out that Du Yuerou wanted to marry Fu Heng, but Fu Heng did not agree, and the Shangshu Mansion said that if he could not marry Fu Heng, he would have to marry some other crooked melon.
That's it - if the other party is a young talent, Du Yuerou will not burst into tears.
But there was really nothing she could do about this.
If Fu Heng is willing to listen to her, a little widow, when it comes to Fu Heng's marriage, then the entire Beizhen Fusi, including the aunt who washes vegetables in the backyard, can be a matchmaker for Fu Heng.
She said: "But Mr. Fu won't listen to me. I'm just a little coward, and I can't be called a colleague with Mr. Fu. Miss Du, please don't hurt me."
However, what Du Yuerou thought was that Jiang Wu's refusal to help her must not be because of her so-called status. She said she was a widower, so was she really a widower? Where have there been female widowers since ancient times? What's more, she is still so young.
She was born so beautiful, but she was just the concubine that Fu Heng kept in the house. Because he was not married to his mistress, he was kept by his side as a concubine.
If you think so, isn't it because of Jiang Wu's status that Jiang Wu refuses to help her? He is afraid that his life will be difficult after he enters the door, and he wants to monopolize Master Fu.
Du Yuerou thought for a while and came up with what she thought was a brilliant idea: "If the girl agrees, I can make you a good concubine after entering the house."
Jiang Wu:???
She lost her composure this time: "No, Miss Du, please come back. I am really just a little bastard, and have nothing to do with you. If you still want to work for me, I suggest you go find him in person."
I'm useless, I don't have much face."
With that said, without waiting for Du Yuerou's reaction, she left on her own.
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Outside the Yangxin Hall, snow fell on the stone fences on both sides. The vermilion main door was tightly closed, and subtle sounds were heard from time to time. When the guard at the door saw Fu Heng, he hurriedly bent down with his luggage to open the door.
It was still the same chamberlain as last time, but his attitude was much better this time. He went up to greet Fu Heng in person, "Your Majesty will be talking about you as soon as he comes back."
Fu Heng was noncommittal, and sudden footsteps entered the store, followed by Fu Heng's extremely cold voice: "Your Majesty, I have an audience with Fu Heng."
"Come in." A slightly aged voice sounded.
The door of the palace opened wide and creaked softly. As the door opened, a piece of the bright white color of the snow was projected into the dark room. The waiter closed the door in time, and silence returned to the room. The ever-burning lamp on the candlestick emitted a weak light in the corner.
In the middle of the hall, there is a censer with carved dragon patterns and a treasure-shaped incense burner, reflecting the smoke filling the entire room.
The emperor is sitting on a chair. He is now very old. The dragon robe he wore at the banquet has been taken off and put aside. Now he only wears a bright yellow uniform, but it is also loosely worn, and his gray hair hangs in front of his forehead.
His body was stooped and his eyelids were swollen. He must have closed his eyes to rest his mind before. When he saw Fu Heng come in, he slowly opened his eyes.
He took a long breath, sat up a little straighter, and asked, "How is Concubine De?"
Fu Heng said: "The problem is not serious, it's just that the robe was mixed with lime, which caused the skin to burn."
The emperor looked cold and uninterested. He didn't even ask why his coat was stained with lime. After a while, the emperor suddenly said meaningfully: "It seems that my sons are restless again."