"I'm back, I'm finally back! If you hadn't come back, your seventh older brother would have left." Tian Guihua beamed with delight as she saw the little ball of fluff wobbling towards her from afar.

Is the little boy here?

Fu Jiujiu quickened her pace, Tang Xian was very satisfied with what she saw, the little milk dumpling rushed towards him.

He habitually raised his hand to rub her hair, Fu Jiujiu was probably used to it, so she didn't dodge.

"Tang Qi Gege, when did you come?"

"Just arrived."

Here comes the afternoon!

Tang Xianqing cleared her throat, "It wasn't a long time."

"Did Tang Qi just come this afternoon, or was it only a short while ago?" Fu Jiujiao pretended to be confused. "Mother, Brother Tang Qi, who should I listen to?"

"Why did it take you so long to come back if you wanted to go yourself?"

Although Fu Jiujiu doesn't know much about the Fifth Prince, she understands Tang Qi. So for some things, she chooses to let Tang Qi know.

So she told the whole story from beginning to end, especially about the fifth prince delivering medicine to Gao Shengnan. Fu Jiujiu described it in a sweet and milky voice, even mentioning what Xiaofei had heard.

Tang Xian's eyes darkened for a moment, then quickly returned to an expression of indifference. He continued to rub the head of the little ball of fluff.

Fu Jiujiu worried that she would be caught again. Would he bald her?

Tang Xian became more and more addicted to touching it, feeling that the texture was exceptionally good, comparable to high-quality silk.

Fu Jiujiu saw that Tang Xian didn't react much, but she had said everything she needed to say. She couldn't just tell him directly that if he wanted the throne, he should watch out for his fifth brother. He was ambitious and wanted to ally with General Gao.

"Tang Qi, don't leave today. Let Jioujiu take you around the mansion, and we'll have dinner at home tonight!"

Tang Xian didn't refuse, just considered it as her payment for waiting for him all afternoon.

"Yes, you two go play, Dad will help your mother cook."

Fu Baiman really wasn't used to ordering people around. Jiang Yao sent some maids over, but he dismissed them in just two days.

Work hard, and you'll have plenty of food and be well-fed.

Tang Xian held the little dumpling's hand, hearing that she had rejected Tang Yang's advances. As expected of his own raised girl, even her dislikes were just like him.

You're pretty capable!

Tang Xian saw that Fu Jiujiu didn't speak, and said again: "I heard your mahjong sold for 60,000 taels of silver. The money to buy this house is not enough, why don't you come to me?"

Fu Jiu Jiu said in her heart, "I want to find someone, I have to find them, right?"

"Even if you can't find me, you can have Lin Zhen pass me a message."

Fu Jiujiu also wasn't unaware of this, "If I can earn money myself, why should I look for you? Besides, you already bought us the house at a very low price."

Tang Xian stopped in her tracks. "Do you know this house is mine?"

Fu Jiujiu nodded, "I know, otherwise who would sell such a big house to us for so cheap? Unless they're fools."

Tang Xian had already told them not to let the news leak, but in the end, it was still guessed by the little milk dumpling. "You really don't act like a three-year-old."

Fu Jiujiu curled her lips, "You don't look like you're eight years old? I think you look like eighty."

Tang Xian smiled, "Eighty years old and still alive? Haven't you heard? It is rare for people to live to seventy in ancient times."

"Tut tut tut, I wish you a long and prosperous life." Fu Jiujiu felt that this kid was too pessimistic.

What's so good about living a long life?

"Fùjiūjiū purses her lips, "After all, no one wants to die. If you can live, just live well."

Fu Jiujiu shook his arm, "Don't worry, I'm Xiao Fuxing, I said you could live a long life, you definitely will."

Otherwise, wouldn't all those springs she drank be for nothing?

But she tried every way she could to send him spiritual spring water.

Tang Xian stroked her head, “If I live to be a hundred years old, I must also have you live to be a hundred years old and accompany me.”

Fu Jiujiu immediately nodded, life was so comfortable now, she wouldn't want to die young.

Of course, I wouldn't want to kick the bucket.

Tang Xian heard her cheerful agreement and finally smiled, "Remember what you said."

Fu Jiujiu's heart said, even if she can't remember, she still has to live a good life.

Tang Xian received her promise and was satisfied. He took the little milk dumpling's hand, lowered his voice and said, "Come with me."

Where to?

Fujujiao never expected that after living here for seven or eight days, she didn't even know there was a local restaurant here.

Tang Xian originally didn't want to tell her, waiting for her to discover it herself. But since she guessed that the owner of this house was herself, she told her in advance.

Fujujio discovered that the bricks in the tunnel were very new and not built a long time ago, "Tang Qigong, was this just built?"

"Well, knowing you were coming to the capital, I guessed you'd buy a house here."

"So, you're the one who had people dig this up?" Fu Chi-Chi was very surprised. "How did you know we would buy a house?"

"I just know, alright. For now, don't tell anyone else about this."

Fu Jiu Jiu nodded, the two climbed out from the tunnel, "Seventh Brother, where does the tunnel lead to?"

"It's not finished digging yet, I'll tell you when it's done."

Fu Jiujiu only walked for a short distance and didn't go deep inside. She heard it was still under construction, so she gave up. Anyway, the little boy wouldn't harm her.

She was absolutely certain and confident about this.

Fujuju just brushed some dirt on the floor and got it on her face when she was wiping her sweat.

Tang Xian looked at her filthy face and lovingly picked up a handkerchief to gently wipe it clean.

Fuju was completely taken aback by his sudden act of tenderness.

"I heard you became a county lord?" Tang Xian didn't notice anything amiss.

Wouldn't he know if his father sealed it?

That's pretty impressive.

"Oh, just so-so, world third," Fu Jiujiao smiled.

“Not humble.” Tang Xian said, but there was no blame in his tone. The little dumpling was indeed clever. He knew about the war horse and had let it go untreated until the little dumpling went to the military camp.

"Don't I seem capable?" Fu Jiujiao asked him deliberately.

Tang Xian chuckled lightly, "Impressive, truly impressive. You cured a malady that had plagued Lang Qing in the military camp for decades."

How could one not be amazing?

Fu Jiaojiao laughed, "My fifth brother is amazing."

"Stop lying to me. This situation is different from when your brother treated the cattle plague last time. He's too far away to help."

Fu Jiujiu still wanted to keep up the act, but unexpectedly exposed herself so quickly.

"Then I was just making things up."

"Are you crazy? If you said that to Lang Qing, he'd eat you alive."

Tang Xian knew she was intelligent and capable, often able to see the bigger picture. It wasn't surprising that after following Fu Wu Jin to look through medical books, she could offer some insights.

"Alright, let's know when to stop." Tang Xian smiled.

Fuju knew he wouldn't ask any further, feeling like half her mask had been pulled off. She just convinced herself that he didn't know anything.

First published on the Traditional Chinese Novel Network