"My Lady, is this really how you intend to act?" Qu Wen Sheng straightened his back, putting on a bold and defiant air as if he was determined to fight for justice.

He thought Fu Jiujiu would argue with him for a few sentences.

However, Fu Zhuzhu, who had already seen through his tricks, was truly disgusted.

The gap between this man and other men is simply too huge.

"Yuanping, since you're getting married, I have to give you a big gift. What do you want?" Fu Jiujiao ignored the two people who were in her way.

Song Yuan gently hooked his lips, he wished for her a life of smooth sailing, peace and happiness, to find a good husband who would treat her like a precious jewel.

We can't say that.

Once she says it, she'll worry.

Song Yuanping took a deep breath, suppressing all the emotions that were about to burst out. "You are the county princess, my boss, and my elder. You are also so rich. I have to think carefully."

Fu Jiaojiao giggled, "So, you mean to kill me again?"

"Of course, who doesn't know you have many treasures on you, all bestowed by the Emperor."

Fu Chu Chu knew he wasn't a money-loving person, "Then I'll go back and look for it."

Song Yuanping's gaze fell on the hairpin she was wearing today. Because she had just woken up, Fu Baiwan and Tian Guihua had both insisted she wear bright colors, and this hairpin was also a bright red.

"I'll go think about it. I can't waste such a good opportunity."

The two of them chatted and laughed, completely ignoring Fan Simei and Qu Wen Sheng.

Fan Si Mei was already used to it. From childhood to adulthood, Song Yuan Ping had never looked at her with any real regard.

How could she possibly not know that Song Yuanping liked Fu Jiujiao, his eyes were practically glued to her.

Qiu Wen Sheng was even more puzzled, wondering where he had gone wrong. He, a scholar who was fearless of authority and unconcerned with wealth and status, couldn't understand why Fu Jiu Jiu wasn't attracted to him.

She's not only beautiful, but also rich and a county lord's daughter. She slept for ten years and just woke up. She should be as easy to deceive as a child, right?

Qiu Wen Sheng was still trying to think of another topic, but Fan Si Mei forcefully pulled him away.

He didn't want to leave, but he couldn't resist her. He also didn't want to make a scene in public, so he could only go.

However, he also had a bit of cunning. "My lady princess, there are still a few things I want to say about today's events. Later, I will definitely visit you."

"What did you say to her?" Fan Si Mei said.

Quan Wen Sheng also knew that before Fu Jiu Jiu was taken down, it was impossible to anger Fan Si Mei. He had to eat what was in his bowl while watching the pot. It's better to be prepared than sorry.

"Aren't I fighting for you? How could I just stand by and watch those two people bully you?"

Fan Si, after hearing this, her eyes welled up with tears. "Wen Sheng, you're so kind to me. From childhood to now, I've been bullied. My mother only scolds me, and my father doesn't care at all. No one has ever paid attention to my feelings."

"Don't worry, no one will bully you with me around from now on."

Fan Si nodded. "Wen Sheng, I'll go make you some chicken soup."

Qiu Wen Sheng was just about to nod when Fan Si Mei threw out a big question, "Wen Sheng, Song Yuan Ping is about to get married, when are we getting married? This can't go on forever. What if I have..."

"Ahem..."

"Wensheng, what's wrong?" Fan Si Mei hurried over to pat him on the back.

Qu Wen Sheng waved his hand. "I'm fine."

He was just scared.

"Simei, I have nothing now. Marrying you at this time wouldn't be fair to you, would it?"

Qu Wen Sheng, enduring the nausea, grasped Fan Si Mei's hand and placed it on his chest. With eyes full of affection, he said, "Si Mei, wait for me until I graduate high school, and the day I graduate will be the day I marry you. I will definitely make you wear a phoenix crown and crimson robes, and carry you across the threshold in a palanquin."

Fan Si Mei was already immersed in the beautiful scene he had painted. Although she still wanted to get married right now, openly becoming his wife, for that glorious wedding, she could bear it.

People say bad things about her out of envy because she found a handsome and promising man like Wen Sheng.

>The most important thing is to be considerate.

Fu Jiujiu agreed to Song Yuanping's request to make a backup of the big gift. When she got home, she opened the secret compartment under the kang, which was full of treasures she could let her family know about.

Of course, there's still a portion of space left.

She searched for a long time and finally found a pair of earrings, a gift from the Emperor of Qianlong. They were made of gold and adorned with large black pearls, precious and elegant, and quite prestigious.

She thought the bride for Song Yuanping should be a good choice.

She took out another beautiful lacquered box, put the hairpin in it carefully, and then hugged the box and went to Song's house.

Song Yuanping didn't expect that she would take his casual words so seriously.

"How is it? I picked this out especially for your bride." Fu Jiujiao said with a smile.

Song Yuanping nodded, accepting the imperial gift. Where could there be anything wrong with that?

"Isn't it too precious? We are just ordinary people, this... it doesn't seem suitable for her to wear, does it?"

"How unsuitable? You're not just an ordinary commoner, you're a great hero of our Li Chao!" Fu Jiujiu raised her hand and tiptoed to pat his shoulder.

Song Yuanping took the opportunity to pluck the velvet flower from her head. "I think this is quite suitable, it's pretty, and inexpensive. It's perfect for ordinary people like us. I'm keeping it."

He was afraid Fu Jiujiu would take it back, so he quickly shoved it into his arms.

Both of them were adults now, and Fu Jiujiu didn't seem like she was a child anymore, reaching into his arms to take things out.

"Are you stupid? You refuse the valuable ones and insist on taking the cheap ones. Besides, those are all things I've worn before, how could I possibly give them away?"

"It's fine!" Song Yuanping patted his chest. "I think it's good."

Fujujiao sighed, "I brought them all, I'll give it to you then. That flower... isn't suitable anymore."

Song Yuan nodded, knowing he couldn't hide it from her, "It will be fine."

Fu Jiujiu was about to say something else, but she was interrupted by Li Jinfeng who just walked in.

Li Jinping saw the red hairpin in the lacquered box and widened her eyes. "There's such a big pearl here? Jiujiu, you really spent a lot of money."

Li Jinping's heart ached. Yuan Ping's daughter-in-law was truly fortunate. She hadn't even done anything yet, and she already had such good things to wear. She herself hadn't worn anything like that in a day.

"Sister-in-law, I've delivered the things. I'll go back first." Fu Jiujiu said.

"Let's eat first and then leave!"

Fu Chiuchiu shook her head. "No, my father is still waiting for me at home."

"That's right, we wouldn't dare to compete with you for the old man's attention, afraid of getting scolded."

……

As night fell and silence descended, Song Yuanping gazed at the small velvet flower. His mind was filled with Fu Jiujiao's bright and cheerful smile.

This flower, he will hide in the deepest part of his heart.

The next morning, Fu Jiujiu was pulled out of bed by Xie Ying.

Fujujiao opened her eyes and glanced at her, "My dear sister-in-law, let me sleep for a while longer."

"I want to, but what about the people outside?" Xie Ying smiled wryly. "You've been waiting for a while, haven't you?"

First published on the Traditional Chinese Novel Website