C44 He Begged His Father to Help Him Save the Book

Fu Shen shook his head repeatedly when he heard the loud cries in the room. He still cared about his reputation. He had clearly been beaten up and cried, yet he had actually thought of this method to excuse himself. He thought again and again. This was what a thirteen year old child should do. Just as he was about to think about it, Fu Si chased after him.

The little boy's face was filled with tears as he tugged at his father's wide robe and begged, "Book! Father, save the book!" Because of his choking, he was actually unable to speak.

When Fu Shen saw his daughter like this, he thought about how he would not bear to let her cry like this if her mother was still around. His heart ached even more. "Si-er, don't be anxious. Father will listen."

Fu Tine quickly calmed her emotions and said, "The war has come. Father, if you find a good opportunity, please plead His Majesty to save the letter. The four books in the storage of the Jolin Courtyard must persuade His Majesty to take them with him and move them to the border as soon as possible." As she spoke, she choked with sobs, "The righteous man has not been taught how to understand the importance of the book. If His Majesty insists on moving to the capital, how can he understand the importance of the book? There is no longer any protection in the capital... Joan... The books in the Jolin Courtyard must be poisoned." As he spoke, he pulled Fu Shen's sleeve and tried his best to look up with a tearful face." I beg father to think of a way to contact other subjects or... "

"Si-er, don't say anymore." In the end, it was originally to save the book, but in the end, it was still a scholar. Fu Shen immediately regretted it. He shook his hand and patted the child's head. "Good child... Good child, father knows. Father also cares about those books..." He stopped after saying that." A day of reflection is enough. Go back to the house and wash your face. Father still has important matters to attend to and needs to leave the house "

He pinched his cold hands again: "Hurry up and go back. If you look back carefully, you will get sick again"

Fu Shen did not eat at home for dinner that night. He said he had a social gathering. Fu Tine asked around and found out that her father left the Solitary Pavilion and went out of the residence. She guessed that she should meet with her colleagues to discuss the matter of moving the four treasuries of the Jolin Courtyard. Only then did she feel at ease.

If one were to talk about the war between Great Zheng and Great Zhou, to the scholars in the world, the most tragic of all, after Great Zheng's army entered the Imperial Palace, they burnt down the entire Julin Courtyard's depository, and many of the books were lost. Although the scholars in the future tried their best to remedy it, they only managed to save a large portion of it. Many of the precious documents still disappeared.

In this life, Fu Tine had thought that with her own ability, this was the only one that could be saved. If she could save those books, it could be considered as leaving behind some treasures for the scholars of countless generations. The key was that she loved to read. In her previous life, being affected by the Fu Huai Mountain, her love for books was as good as her life. Accompanying As she grew older, she became addicted to books as well as her life. In this life, he could finally read the complete version of the original. Thinking that these books were about to be destroyed, he cherished them even more. The heart of salvation was so important that readers in this era could not understand it.

Fu Hua worried that Eldest Young Master would not be at ease, so after dinner, he came over to sit and chat with him for a while. When he saw Fu Si reading some books and saw that Fu Si's expression was calm, he felt at ease and quietly left.

Now that he lived in the Solitary Pavilion, he would spend most of his time by Fu Si's side every day. He would either listen to the instructors or play chess to relieve boredom, and he was extremely respectful to himself. Fu Hua's natural disposition was to love peace and quiet, and he was free to do so as well. His father, who used to be a good-for-nothing, had been bullied by the servants and had nothing to do with the houses. Now that Fu Si had taken care of him, he was naturally extremely close to him.

These days, his clothes had become exquisite, and the servants had taken good care of him. Now that he had the confidence to live with Fu Si, the scholar's delicate and pretty aura seeped out from his bones. The servants in the first class all discussed privately, saying that Fu Hua's appearance became increasingly similar to that of a deceased Great-Grandfather. He looked even more like the Great Master, Fu Shen.

The Solitary Pavilion was not the same building as they had imagined. Not only were the east and west rooms and ears fully prepared, there was also a waterside pavilion behind the pavilion. The weather was comfortable during spring and summer, and Fu Si loved to sit there and play.

Fu Hua came out of the main building and smelled the entire garden filled with purple clouds, which emitted a delicate fragrance as they welcomed the spring rain. Suddenly, he had an interest in playing the zither, and because he was afraid of disturbing Fu Si's study, he changed into a pair of boots, put on an umbrella, and took the zither to the waterside pavilion in the backyard.

Fu Hua set up the zither to burn the incense, played a few tunes, and tried to play it. He focused his mind and started to play the zither.

The melodious and deep sound had a strong penetrating power in the quiet night. Fu Tine, who was reading out of boredom, was attracted by the sound of the zither. She put down the book and leaned over to listen. She felt that the person playing the zither was open-minded and did not have any distracting thoughts. Although the zither was not long, it was clear and clean. It sounded good in the spring night.

Due to Fu Tine's special identity, she could only order the two girls, Yanzhi, in the room at night. The two girls were worried that they would get beaten up in the afternoon and would not feel comfortable. Seeing that she was in a good mood, she gently put the Five-Colored Food Box on the table. After making some fresh tea, they retreated to the side to make needles and threads to accompany her.

Fu Tine was indeed sad that she had been beaten up for such a long time. It was not that she was afraid that the servants would see a joke, nor did it have anything to do with dignity. She only wanted to beat up Fu Shen because he loved her the most, and he was also the person she respected the most. He thought about it carefully at night, but he did not feel that he had done anything wrong. He really couldn't overcome this hurdle in his heart.

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't read a single word of the book in his hand. Just as he was feeling vexed, he heard the clean sound of Fu Hua's zither. After listening to it, his mixed feelings gradually settled down. Slowly, he thought it through. He opened the door of the room, and the door also opened a slit, only hanging the curtain. She let the sound of the zither drift in. As for himself, he was leaning against the wall, his hand holding the idle book as his gaze fell on the three-story crane mouth lamp at the corner of the room. Infatuation. In the middle. There was a deep sense of loneliness.

Yanzhi and the other quickly noticed that something was wrong with their Mistress, so they walked over with light footsteps: "Eldest Young Master, Eldest Master's heart aches for you."

Fu Tine reached out her hand to touch the dress, "What will happen to me if I wear it?"

"Eldest Young Master!" The two of them turned pale with fright and hurriedly turned back to look at the door. Suddenly, they thought of why Qiu Dong looked at them outside, "Eldest Young Master is muddle-headed?"

"It's just a question. Why are you so shocked?" A smile appeared on their faces, but there was an indescribable indifference and alienation. "Alright, go do your own things. Let me stay for a while."

The two of them felt uneasy and uneasy. However, this matter was related to the life and death of Uncle Zhong Yi, so they did not dare to discuss it in private. Due to the difference between master and servant, they could only swallow the words of comfort in their hearts. Then, they picked up the needlework again and started to do it.