Being a Lady of an Influential Family: 459, old couple!

There were only two people left in the room, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Fu Dujun's face no longer had the arrogance he used to face Xiao Zhu, and looked at Zhuo Lin after hesitating for a while, but didn't say anything.

This obviously guilty and guilty performance, Zhuo Lin naturally saw it in her eyes, and couldn't help sighing in her heart. It is impossible to say that she has no resentment towards Fu Zheng at all, as long as she thinks that her son has been by Fu Zheng's side for nearly 30 years, and that it is the eldest young master of the Fu family, if it is not for the old grandfather and old lady of the Fu family. I am afraid that it is not as good as the children of ordinary people, no matter how rational people are, they can't help but want to express their anger.

But on the other hand, Zhuo Lin also knows that it's pointless to blame Fu Zheng on this kind of thing.

The child she gave birth to herself was ripped off without being discovered. How could she expect Fu Zheng to be a person who didn't even know the child existed?

Zhuo Lin also knows what happened in those years. Fu Zheng's time at home is probably less than half a month a year.

As for the problem of education, let alone the problem of education, not to mention that his son will soon be 30 years old, even if he is really still a child, Fu Zhengke doesn't think there is any problem with his education.

In Dujun Fu's eyes, it would be nice for girls to have good food and clothing at home and someone to teach them to read and write. Boys need to be beaten and polished to become talents. And the gap between Fu Fengcheng and Fu Yucheng strengthened Fu Dujun's idea even more.

Fu Fengcheng has no one to love and no one loves him. Everything depends on himself. Now he looks outstanding. Fu Yucheng has been doted on by the Feng family since he was a child. If it hadn't been repaired a few times this year, it would have been really muddy and unable to support the wall, so... There is nothing wrong with Fu Dujun's educational philosophy!

Fu Zheng has become more stubborn over the years. Zhuo Lin doesn't intend to have any old relationship with him, nor is she too lazy to settle old accounts with him.

It's just that Governor Fu has a guilty conscience. He always feels that Zhuo Lin is here to settle old accounts with herself. After all, Zhuo Lin has never been a gentle and careless woman. If she really gets angry, the former Governor Fu can't stand it very much.

So it's inevitable that I'm a little nervous.

Zhuo Lin looked at his guarded face, and couldn't help raising her hand to cover her eyes and sighed.

It took a while to put down his hand and look directly at someone again, and said solemnly, "Fu Zheng, let's talk."

Duke Fu coughed lightly and sat upright, "What do you want to talk about? Let's talk about it first... The boss will never go with you."

Zhuolin was speechless, but after being in the officialdom for so many years, she was still a bit more angular, she raised her eyebrows slightly, "Oh? Why don't you come with me? Why?"

Dujun Fu raised his hand and wanted to slap the table, but this action was quite difficult for him at the moment. As soon as his hand was lifted, the wound on his chest started to throb, so he had no choice but to put his hands on the table, "He is the eldest son of my old Fu's family! The young marshal of the Sixth South Province, go with you to the Fourth North Province for Long Xiao. Does that old boy do anything?"

Zhuolin was not angry, she took a sip of the tea on the table, "Fu Zheng, I only have this son."

Duke Fu rubbed his forehead and whispered, "If you can't bear to go back to Yongcheng, aren't you a governor? Who doesn't look like this yet?"

As soon as he raised his eyes, he gave Zhuo Lin a half-smile but not a smile, so Dujun Fu knew that this proposal might not work, so he thought and gritted his teeth again and again, "The big deal, labor and capital will compensate you for a son! The second, the third, the fifth, the sixth, you Just pick one and take it with you!"

"..." Ms. Zhuo said that she just wanted to put the teacup in Fu Zheng's face, "You think I'm stupid? Give you my son and then have to raise your son for you?"

"Then what do you want?!" Du Jun Fu was a little irritable, but he still tried to "reason" with his ex-wife, "The boss stays at Fu's house, and the entire southern six provinces will be his in the future. If he follows you to the north Four provinces, isn't that a little shorter than that boy Long Yue? Now is not our time, even if he wants to make a place for himself, it will be even more difficult. Besides, if you have ready-made ones, you don't have to let him come again. Ever? Are you stupid?"

"..." Don't you have to argue with me about this issue from start to finish?

Zhuolin is not a virtuous virgin. Of course she knows what it means to maximize profits. As a mother, she certainly knows how to strive for the greatest advantages and benefits for her son, not to mention this is what he deserves.

So from the beginning to the end she never mentioned asking Fu Fengcheng to go to Yunzhou with her. Who knows what is wrong with Fu Zheng and insists on stalking her on this issue?

Zhuolin raised her eyebrows slightly, "Oh? The six southern provinces are all from Fengcheng in the future? How do I remember that you still have the second, the third, the fifth and the sixth?"

Dujun Fu waved his hand and said disapprovingly, "Can that be the same?" In Dujun Fu's eyes, sons and heirs are never the same thing.

Maybe he was shaken once, but that was when Fu Fengcheng's hope of recovery was really almost dead. At that time, I felt that Fu Fengcheng's injury would not affect his life, so how could he think of an heir?

In this way, Governor Fu can be said to be quite ruthless. After making an arbitrary decision, he will never give other sons a chance.

But in today's world, the entire southern six provinces belong to him. He naturally has the right to do whatever he wants. Who dares to say that he is wrong?

Zhuolin supported her chin with one hand and looked at the person in front of her. Dujun Fu glared at her with some caution, "What are you looking at?"

Zhuolin withdrew her gaze lightly and said, "It's nothing, I want to see Feng Shi."

Dujun Fu breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the discussion about his son's attribution had ended, "I'm locked in the yard, feel free to go. You can do whatever you want."

Zhuolin chuckled, "You can do whatever you want?"

Dujun Fu nodded and said, "Of course, what's the problem?"

"No problem." Zhuo Lin said, "You can take care of your injuries, I'll go first." After so many years, she and Fu Zheng really have nothing to talk about. Even if she wanted to recall the past, she couldn't think of anything to talk about with Fu Dujun's face.

Essentially, good-looking people are beauty controls.

"Wait!" Fu Zheng stopped her quickly, Zhuo Lin was a little puzzled, "What else?"

Fu Zheng hesitated for a moment before asking, "You and...you and, the surnamed Xiao..."

Zhuo Lin was thinking about going to see Feng, and she was a little careless, "Huh? What's wrong?"

I heard him say only a few words and didn't say anything, and looked up at him in surprise.

Dujun Fu said angrily, "I said...you and Xiao Zhu, what's the matter?"

"You're just asking this?" Zhuo Lin was speechless, but Du Jun Fu said confidently, "Can't I ask?"

Zhuolin stood up and said slowly, "First, it's none of your business. Second, you're thinking too much. Go, take care of your injuries."

"Hey! You woman..." Du Jun Fu was a little anxious, Zhuo Lin looked down at Humanity sitting on the sofa, "If you have time to take care of my business, why don't you take care of your own family affairs. Don't worry, If I get married again, I will send you a wedding invitation."

"Who wants your wedding invitation!?" Dujun Fu said angrily, blushing slightly when he remembered the first half of Zhuo Lin's sentence, and muttered in a low voice, "Who knows what those women think? Where are the labor and management? Time to take care of these things? If you don't trust your son, then come back and let you take care of it."

Zhuo Lin finally couldn't help rolling her eyes, "Fu Zheng, you look pretty ugly, but you think you're pretty. I'm gone, it'll be rare in the future, hurting your eyes!" After speaking, she turned around and opened the door and left Go out, without the slightest intention of staying.

Fu Dujun, who was thrown into the room, was stunned for a while, before finally recovering and roaring, "Where is the labor and management ugly?! Also! What wedding invitation! You make it clear to the labor and management!"

Outside, Han Ran pushed open the door and came in, just when the roar shook his hands, he raised his head and looked at Du Jun Fu in astonishment.

Du Jun Fu felt that he had lost face in front of his subordinates, and waved at him with a light snort to signal him to go out.

Han Ran had to respectfully take two steps back and closed the door again.

In the room, Dujun Fu was sitting alone on the sofa. He couldn't help raising his hand and rubbing his chin, "Ugly? No... What does it matter to her? What does it matter to her? It's really serious to be polite to her. Hmm!"

It doesn't make much sense to talk to oneself. After a while, Dujun Fu is still silent.

I leaned against the sofa and closed my eyes, the room was silent.

On the other hand, Fu Fengcheng accompanied Zhuo Lin out of Dujun Fu's yard to the yard where Feng was under house arrest. Along the way, many servants of the Fu family couldn't help but secretly looked at the lady who was accompanied by Master Fu himself.

It is said that this is Du Jun's original wife, the biological mother of Master Fu. However, apart from a very small number of old people in the Fu family, almost no one knew that Du Dujun had married a wife, let alone that the original wife's background was so big.

Zhuo Lin and Fu Fengcheng naturally ignored the glances around, Zhuo Lin turned to look at Fu Fengcheng and said, "I just talked to Fu Zheng, did you hear me?"

Fu Fengcheng nodded slightly to indicate that he did hear it.

Zhuo Lin chuckled, "Fu Zheng's...others don't care, but he is quite reliable in business. If I go back to Yunzhou, will it cause any trouble to you?"

Fu Fengcheng shook his head and said respectfully, "Mother can do her own thing at ease, don't worry about us."

Zhuolin nodded and smiled, "If it were a different time, I really wanted to take you all away. But..." She raised her hand and patted Fu Fengcheng's shoulder, Zhuo Lin said, "Mother knows that you have If you have anything to do, if you need anything I can help you, just tell me. Do you understand?"

Fu Fengcheng nodded seriously to indicate that he remembered.

Zhuolin smiled and said, "You have enough ability to take charge of the six southern provinces. How Anxia will go in the future depends on you young people. I know that if you put your achievements 30 years ago, it will not be the same. It will be lower than your father, but those years have been chaotic enough. After finally living in peace for the past ten years or so, it is better to be safe. It is very intense to say that it is ambitious to expand the territory and expand the territory, but it is all piled up by human lives.”

Fu Fengcheng said, "Remember your mother's teaching."

While the two of them were talking, they had reached the entrance of Mrs. Fu's yard. There were several guards standing at the entrance with guns. When they saw the two of them, they immediately raised their hands and saluted, "Young Master."

Fu Fengcheng nodded, "Open the door."

The guard didn't ask any more questions, he stepped forward and opened the closed gate.

Fu Fengcheng said, "Mother, go in."

Zhuo Lin said with a smile, "You are waiting outside, I want to chat with Feng alone."

Fu Fengcheng frowned slightly, Feng Shi's spirit was obviously abnormal, and he didn't want her to be alone with her mother.

Zhuolin smiled, "Don't worry, although I'm not as good as Sa Sa, I'm not really helpless."

Fu Fengcheng instantly remembered the grenade that almost killed Ren Nanyan, hesitantly nodded and said, "If there is any problem, my mother will call me immediately."

"Don't worry."

Zhuo Lin walked into the yard alone. Last night, there was a strong wind and rain, and the leaves in the yard had not been cleaned. There were broken branches and fallen leaves all over the ground, and the whole yard looked a little clammy and bleak.

As soon as Zhuo Lin walked to the entrance of the hall, she saw Feng Shi. She was sitting on the ground in the hall. She seemed to be haggard and old after not sleeping all night. Looking at the person who walked in, his eyes were a little dazed, and he seemed to have some doubts about the identity of the person who came in.

Zhuolin stood at the door and looked at Feng Shi. She didn't seem to have changed her clothes for a few days, and her clothes were wrinkled and stained with blood. Her hair was messy, her face was full of blood, and even her lips were dry and peeling.

Zero Lin even saw that her hair had turned a lot whiter, and it looked gray in the black hair. In terms of age, Feng was actually a few years younger than Zhuo Lin. But now she looks more than ten years older than Zhuo Lin.

"Feng..." Zhuo Lin paused. It had been so long that she forgot what Feng's name was.

Mrs. Fu stared at Zhuo Lin's face for a long time, and finally her eyes gradually became sober.

She stared at Zhuolin and gritted her teeth, "You are...Sheng Zhuolin!"

Zhuolin didn't deny it, just said, "Long time no see."

Actually, they never met twice from beginning to end. If Zhuo Lin was walking on the street, she might not be able to recognize Feng Shi. But looking at the old and angry face in front of her, she faintly remembered the weak and pitiful young Feng Shi.

It's really different.

Mrs. Fu stared at Zhuo Lin in front of her with jealousy and hatred in her eyes.

Her hands were hanging by her sides, her fingers were digging into the fabric of her clothes tightly, and her hands were shaking.

She is jealous of Jolin, and has been jealous since she hadn't seen Jolin.

At first she was jealous that she was Fu Zheng's wife and that she had such a heroic character as her husband.

Later, she was jealous of Zhuo Lin's appearance, talent, and even popularity. Before Zhuo Lin knew about her and Fu Zheng, she stayed in the capital for a long time. At that time, she often peeped at Zhuo Lin, and then found herself frustrated that there was no one who could compare to her.

Even after she finally succeeded in stealing her husband, she still wasn't happy for long.

It's not so much a robbery, it's better that Zhuo Lin doesn't want Fu Zheng.

She has seen with her own eyes how Fu Zheng begged for mercy in front of Zhuo Lin and admitted her wrong, and also saw with her own eyes how Fu Zheng looked for Zhuo Lin everywhere after her divorce, and how she used alcohol to relieve her worries.

She has also heard a lot about how Fu Zheng pursued Zhuo Lin at the beginning, and how after she got married, she often ran both ways for Zhuo Lin, who was teaching in the capital. Whenever she had time, she would rush back to the capital for several days to accompany her wife. of. But these...haven't seen them at all since she married Fu Zheng.

As if the legendary Fu Zheng and the Fu Zheng she got were not the same person at all.

Not long after she returned to Yongcheng with Mrs. Fu, Fu Zheng took in his concubine when Fu Fengcheng was less than two years old, and then carried people into the door one after another.

All of this seems to be telling her that you're not as good as Zhuo Lin.

Otherwise, why did Fu Zheng and Zhuo Lin marry for several years, even though they didn't even have a child, they were still willing to be single-minded. Even if you give birth to the eldest son as soon as you enter the door, Fu Zheng still doesn't take you seriously?

This is also true, Fu Zheng has always been superficial to her. Feng even felt that if it wasn't for Fu Fengcheng's status and face, the two old treasures, Jin Sun, her mother might have been thrown into the cold palace directly by Fu Zheng.

She maintains the superficial glory in the Fu family, and only she knows how distressed she is on the inside. However, Zhuo Lin became more and more famous outside. At first, she could comfort herself that she was the wife of the Fu family, and Zhuo Lin was just a woman with a bad reputation. No matter how much Long Xiao protected her, didn't he marry her?

But it is of no use. Zhuo Lin's political achievements, Zhuo Lin's reputation, Zhuo Lin's overseas visits, and who Zhuo Lin is good with, no matter how outsiders comment on newspapers and magazines, she is always generous with her pen and ink.

And every time, Fu Zheng would always stare at those newspapers with Zhuo Lin's news for a long time. Although he always sneered and sneered, he would keep those newspapers properly afterwards.

Over time, she didn't even want to read the newspaper anymore.

Over the years, she has tried her best to block Zhuo Lin's news, but now seeing Zhuo Lin's real person again has been hit even harder, and it's even more difficult for her to accept.

She has changed from a young girl in full bloom to a woman with gray hair. She has aged very quickly this year, and she doesn't want to take a second look at herself when she occasionally takes a look in the mirror.

The woman in front of her is still radiant, even more dazzling than when she was young.

Time never spares anyone, but always has a special preference for some people.

Zo Lin also has a slight fine line at the corner of her eyes, but this does not affect her beauty.

Her makeup is light, because today she came to pay homage to the elderly, and she did not wear the usual shirt and skirt. Instead, she wore an old-fashioned modified embroidered long dress, her long hair was also pulled up in a lazy bun, with two jasper hairpins in her hairpin.

It is completely different from the dignified and complicated dress that Feng favored in the past, only a little softer and a little more graceful and charming.

At first glance, she looked like a 30-year-old girl from a famous family in Jiangnan.

Feng's eyes were red, and she stared at Zhuo Lin as if she had seen a ghost. He murmured, "This is impossible... how is this possible..."