The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

This was originally deliberately facilitated by the two parents. The marriage has been set, and the two juniors are in private contact with each other. Hong Wanqing only met Fu Tingzhou once. It was a few months ago when Fu Tingzhou came to visit Yongping Hou's mansion and went to the backyard to greet her mother. Hong Wanqing sat behind the screen and glanced at it from a distance. She only swept a figure and her cheeks were flushed. Everyone around her was making fun of him. She didn't dare to look at him again. She only remembered that he was tall, broad-shouldered and long-legged.

Since then, Hong Wanqing has lost half of her heart. When her mother talked about her marriage, she blushed and half pushed her back. Hong Wanqing knew that she was going to live with this man in the second half of her life. In fact, she didn't know what Fu Tingzhou looked like. It's just that I heard from my cousins ​​and elders that Fu Tingzhou looks very good, and he is the favorite appearance of the soldiers in the army.

This time, the elders got in touch and arranged for them to meet again in private. Hong Wanqing was so excited when she learned that she was going to see Fu Tingzhou, she couldn't sleep for two consecutive nights. After finally getting to the day of Shangxiang, she was ready to go out early, but when she arrived at the appointed place, she waited left and right to see Fu Tingzhou.

Hong Wanqing's restless heart cooled down a little. She couldn't help thinking, did Mrs. Fu dislike her, or that Fu Tingzhou changed his mind and stopped coming? Hong Wanqing suppressed her wild thoughts, squeezed the hot stove, and said in a low voice, "Maybe Mrs. Zhenyuan Hou has something to do, so she's going out late."

The maid suddenly approached and said mysteriously, "Third girl, I heard that the adopted daughter of the Fu family is coming today."

Hong Wanqing's eyes moved, she pretended not to know, and asked, "adopted daughter?"

In fact, Hong Wanqing had long known about the existence of the Wang girl. There was an adopted daughter in Zhenyuan Hou's mansion, who was raised by Mr. Fu himself. Her appearance was so outstanding that it was spread all over the Xungui circle. Hong Wanqing didn't know her name, but only knew that her surname was Wang, she was good at martial arts, and she seemed to have a good relationship with Fu Tingzhou.

When the brothers at home mentioned her, their tone was very regretful, and when they saw Hong Wanqing coming, they immediately stopped talking. Hong Wanqing knew that most of this was her future enemy.

What does it mean when a man keeps a beautiful woman by his side for ten years, hides it from outsiders, and doesn't let it go out to marry when he is seventeen? My mother had probably heard those rumors too. My mother talked to Hong Wanqing privately, saying that the marriage between her and Fu Tingzhou was personally nodded by Mrs. Fu, and Mrs. Fu promised that there would never be a scandal of favoring a concubine and destroying his wife in the future. The Hong family is not at ease, Madam Fu can bring people and let them take a look in advance.

The mother agreed, and this is what happened today.

The maid nuked her mouth and said, "Who else could be, not the one who was adopted by Mr. Fu. It is said that her father rescued Mr. Fu. In order to repay the kindness, Mr. Fu took her to the Marquis of Zhenyuan. I have lived here for ten years, and my treatment is on an equal footing with that of Lord Hou, and even the Fu family’s own young lady can’t compare. Now that Lord Fu has gone, Miss Wang doesn’t know where to go.”

Hong Wanqing was quiet for a while, and said lightly, "The Marquis of Zhenyuan is a family that knows grace and courtesy, and Marquis Zhenyuan will not treat the righteous sister badly."

The maid pouted, and said in a strange manner, "Isn't it true? Girl, don't worry, with Mrs. Fu here, those little fish and shrimps can't find the wind. Besides, my uncle always said that Mr. Fu was conscientious and reserved. The Marquis of Zhenyuan will not be the kind of person who can't understand clearly. With the support of the old lady, the Marquis is sensible, and you will have a long happy life in the future."

Hong Wanqing blushed at these words, and scolded the maid, either lightly or seriously: "Don't talk rashly, shut up."

The maid sold it well, and she went away talking about begging for mercy. After this interruption, Hong Wanqing's anxiety was much more stable. Yes, she is the daughter-in-law of the Hou family. She will be the wife in the future. How can she care about her concubine? An adopted daughter is nothing more than a climate.

Just as he was talking, the Marquis of Zhenyuan came. Hong Wanqing was shocked, she and the maid stopped talking for a while, and put up their ears to listen to the outside world. The sound of grunting wheels approached, vaguely mixed with the crisp sound of horse hooves. The sound of horses' hooves stopped in front of the motorcade in Yongping Hou's mansion, and then a clear and steady voice sounded: "Junior is late, please forgive Mrs. Yongping Hou."

Hong Wanqing's heart thumped, she knew that this was Fu Tingzhou, her future husband-in-law, who was just a wall away from her at the moment. Hong Wanqing quietly lifted the curtain of the car, and saw a dark purple figure not far away. He was tall and tall, but his shoulders and back were thin. He was sitting on a horse and was slender and straight. Playboys are different.

When Hong Wanqing saw Fu Tingzhou's face, her cheeks immediately turned red. Knowing that she was being rude, she quickly lowered the curtain. At this time, Hong Wanqing raised her eyes unintentionally, and saw that half of the curtain was opened on the opposite side, and the people inside were watching her quietly.

The two of them looked past each other, and both lowered the curtains. Hong Wanqing pinched her fingers on the tassel and exerted force unconsciously.

Is that Fu Tingzhou's adopted sister, Miss Wang? Sure enough, as rumored, she is a beauty.

Seeing Hong Wanqing staring at the curtain without speaking, the maid thought Hong Wanqing was shy. The maid called softly and whispered, "Girl, we have to go."

Hong Wanqing returned to her senses and nodded lightly. Fu Tingzhou acted as if he hadn't noticed the snooping just now. He instructed the guards to clear the way, the carriage moved, and the female relatives of the two houses joined together and set off under Fu Tingzhou's escort.