Chapter 84: Each one depends on his ability
Master Fu seemed very dissatisfied with her prelude of lying dead. He first placed the boots in his hand neatly at the door, then walked over and picked up the jacket and pants inside her belted robe with his fingertips and threw them over her head: "Fold it, wash up and go to bed."
Tang Ying had been following a bunch of rough men since she was a child. She had long forgotten that she had been a delicate girl in her previous life. She let herself go completely. She just folded up her clothes and threw them at the foot of the bed, saying confidently, "Why are you folding them? Aren't you going to wear them tomorrow morning?"
"How can I wear it when it's all wrinkled and scattered?" Lady Fu was so patient that she almost caught up with her nanny's nagging: "Fold it up and wash up before going to bed!"
Tang Ying had already thrown herself on the bed, climbed up and stared at him with her big eyes, very imposing: "What if I don't fold it?"
"Don't sleep if you don't fold it!"
Lord Fu stood by the bed, ready to confront her all night. Tang Ying inexplicably recalled a family ethics drama she had watched in her previous life. The wife in the drama was concerned about every detail and nagging like an old mother, while the husband was a hands-off boss all year round. He also had poor hygiene habits. He would throw things around as soon as he entered the house, and his shoes would always be thrown at the door. His smelly socks would appear on the sofa from time to time... In short, he was a person as bad as her.
She felt like she was the unlikable husband in the TV series. When the wife complained to others, she always said, "Others say your husband doesn't cheat or have any extramarital affairs, and he comes home after get off work. But you never know how frustrated I am when I have to deal with the same thing 100 times a day. I have wanted to divorce countless times!"
Tang Ying laughed out loud, thinking to herself that it was a good thing that she had no improper thoughts about Lord Fu, otherwise it would have been a family ethics drama.
"Okay, okay, can't I clean it up?" She dragged the clothes over, folded them twice and put them at the end of the bed. She looked up at Lord Fu's bitter and resentful face and laughed even more: "What's that expression on your face, Lord? Have you encountered any difficulties?" Her eyebrows were almost connected by a frown.
Fu Chen was also puzzled by himself. This was the first time in his life that he liked someone. Not only did she have another man in her heart, but she also acted so... unnatural!
He originally thought that she pretended to be a beggar because it was a job requirement, but now he suspected that it was just a natural performance. Perhaps the fact that beggars don't clean up fits her personality?
"You are also... a woman?" Fu Chen sighed, resignedly stepped forward and pulled her outer robe over and folded it a few times. There seemed to be her body temperature still remaining on the jacket. Only then did he realize what he was holding in his hand. He felt a little embarrassed, but he still folded the clothes for her meticulously and placed them neatly on the shelf beside him - there was no screen, so he could only fold them together.
Tang Ying lowered her head and glanced at her chest. Since she changed back into women's clothes, she no longer had to restrain herself. Some parts of her body seemed to have developed again. She smiled scoundrelly: "My lord, you don't believe that I am a woman? Do you want to see it?"
This is so similar to the phrase "Are you still a man?"
"Do you want to try to see if I am a man?" Isn't this how men usually fight back?
Unexpectedly, Master Fu got angry when he heard this: "You! You!" He once again asked a question from his soul: "Are you still a woman?"
Lord Liu Zhong repeatedly warned not to offend Lord Fu.
Tang Ying then said in a very good-tempered manner: "It doesn't matter. If you think I'm not a woman, then just treat me as a man!"
Lord Fu's expression seemed to break. He glared at her deeply, strode out, threw the curtain aside, and did not come back until the second half of the night, holding a roll of quilt. By then, Tang Ying had already fallen asleep. Since the last high fever, Lord Fu had specifically instructed the doctor to prepare some honey pills to calm the nerves and help with sleeping, and the effect was very good.
Tang Ying suffered from nightmares and insomnia. After trying it, she was swept into a deep dream and slept so soundly that she didn't know what day it was. Recently, she would take out a pill from her purse and swallow it every night before going to bed.
This is also what Fu Chen is worried about.
She was taking pills to calm her nerves and help her sleep. If he hadn't been so worried about her that he insisted on taking her away to eat roasted venison, she would have died long ago.
In the dark night, he stood at the head of the bed for a long time. The person on the bed was sleeping soundly, and even his breathing was sweet, unlike the constant mumbling in the past.
When he woke up in the morning, the heartless girl was still fast asleep. He was anxious to go on duty, so he ordered his subordinates who stayed behind in the barracks to protect Tang Ying. Then he left the barracks. Unexpectedly, after a busy day, he found that she was just as he said, lying dead all day.
Fu Chen had been in the woods for a whole day, and had even thought of a reason for her - Marshal Tang had brought her to the military camp since she was a child, and she was surrounded by rough men, so who would teach her to be a girl? Perhaps no one had ever asked her to be a girl? !
He thought about it for a whole day, and when he stepped into the tent again, he felt that he had already given up. It was all beyond his control to meet and fall in love with whoever he met!
"If you don't come quickly, I'll start eating first." He sat with his back to her, opened the food drawers layer by layer and started to put the food on the table. He heard an anxious voice from the bed behind him: "Hey, sir, please don't do that. At least leave me a chicken drumstick."
She dressed and washed unusually quickly, and finished packing as if she had gone to war. Soon she sat in front of him. Fu Chen had just torn off a chicken leg, and she had already quickly torn off another one and stuffed it into her mouth, eating like a hungry wolf!
Lord Fu said, "Can't you eat slowly?" As he said that, he handed her the chicken leg in his hand.
Tang Ying's eyes lit up: "Both of them are mine?"
"Yeah." Fu Chen always felt that she would show a childish gluttony only when she was faced with delicious food: "Eat slowly." He took a mouthful of rice, then glanced at the little girl wolfing down the food opposite him. He actually felt that rice also had its own flavor, and unknowingly added another bowl of rice.
The two of them ate up a full tray of food. Tang Ying gnawed on a pile of chicken bones like a weasel. A chicken wing went into her mouth and when she spit it out it became two thin bones. Even the crispy bones at the joints were gnawed cleanly. It was truly amazing.
"You won't starve even if you're thrown into a group of refugees in your current state ," he couldn't help but tease.
Tang Ying lamented that life was difficult: "You don't know, it's easier to grab food from a group of refugees, but in the army, if you eat late, you'll go hungry. Besides, everyone is a master at grabbing food, and they're big and strong. It's not easy to master the skill of eating a full stomach."
Seeing that Fu Chen seemed to be about to show sympathy again, she hurriedly said: "Don't look like that, sir. I'm not a poor thing. Everyone has to rely on their own abilities to get food. It's because I'm hungry. I can't blame others." Now when she recalled the time in the camp, it seemed like a lifetime ago. At that time, everyone was laughing and joking and didn't . Every day was as high-spirited as fighting cocks. I don't know how much boasting they had.
Ma'am.
She changed the subject: "How's the investigation going? Have you found the middle-aged palace maid?"
