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"Have you hidden enough? Is this young master's shoulder really that thick and sturdy, with a sense of security? "

Fu Yao was still hiding behind Ren Yun Xing even after the horse carriage drove far away. After hearing's narcissistic words, she slapped him with her palm, "Fuck you, you're safe my ass, skinny monkey."

Fu Yao did not dare to speak the truth. She had just touched Ren Yun Xing's body and she thought that he was quite sturdy, a bit different from the silkpants she saw in the capital city before.

No, then. She felt that Ren Yun Xing did not do his job everyday, but in the past few days of being in contact with Ren Yun Xing, other than being a silkpants, he was actually pretty good. He was actually very zealous in helping her find out the whereabouts of Wu. It was also because of him that the deer paid a good price.

He was a good-for-nothing.

"Why did you go to the market alone, where's the Aunt Wang?" Fu Yao pulled her, and surprisingly, no one from the village came out alone. Once they came out, they would definitely be scared to death.

"My mother is taking care of my father. I'm here to send off the embroidery." Her good impression of Fu Yao shot up. Her mother also said that Elder Sister Yao was a good girl, and told her to come and visit him more in the future.

If it wasn't for her, he really would have died here.


Fu Yao saw that she had embroidered with nothing in hand.

"Yes." Zhen Niang took out the embroidered handkerchief from her chest and showed it to Fu Yao. This was the thing that she could take out the most easily. Her mother said that everyone in the village could catch up to her skills.

The picture of a mandarin duck playing with water was lifelike as if it was alive. The light blue water ripples were no different from any other. Her craftsmanship was absolutely amazing. As she turned over the picture, she saw butterflies dancing on peonies.

Even Ren Yun Xing could not help but raise his eyebrows. This kind of embroidery was rarely seen in the palace, it was actually made by a peasant woman, and she even used the long-lost double-sided embroidery.

"You're really too awesome. How did you do that?" Fu Yao could not help but sigh. The wisdom of the ancient people was limitless, and looking at Zhen Niang, he did not expect him to have such a unique skill.

The worst thing about her was her handwork. At that time, she had bought cloth for cheap, and Fujimori couldn't do it either. It would have been better if she bought clothes quickly, she would even regret it to death.

"It's just embroidery. It's not as good as you said." Zhen Niang said embarrassedly, "If sister Yao likes it, I'll give it to you."

"That won't do. Even if you give me such a good handkerchief, it will be useless. It would be a pity to use it to wipe your nose. You should sell it for some silver." Fu Yao rejected repeatedly, but she was just a piece of trash, she could not learn how to be a palace lady, nor could she shake this handkerchief.

That was why she hated those places. She was extremely depressed. After wearing palace clothes and walking on flowerpots and shoes for a few days, she could no longer bear it any longer.

Then he ran back.

After Ren Yun Xing heard this, he burst out laughing. Indeed, Fu Yao was not that kind of woman, and laughed: "That's right, giving her this is a complete waste of a heaven's treasure. She might just disappear in two or three days."

"Young duke, don't make me sound like you know me well enough to make me look like someone who has lost everything." Fu Yao secretly stared at him, what she said was right, they would not be able to find it within two or three days, but she could not say it out loud, "I'm just not used to using this thing."

"That won't do. Sister Yao, you must accept this. This is my kind intentions." Zhen Niang forced the fortress into Fu Yao's hands, but she had nothing.

The only thing he could take out was this embroidery.

Seeing her anxious face, Fu Yao knew that she was doing this to repay the debt of saving her life: "I don't want this handkerchief, you give me a guarantee that I won't be able to find it within three days. However, I have a request that I hope you can help me with. "

"What do you mean, I'm the only one who can do it." Zhen Niang was unable to control her, and could only use his handkerchief.

"Help me make a few sets of clothes, my handiwork is very poor, my mother is sick in bed and can't do any needlework." Fu Yao said embarrassedly.

"That's it. No problem. I'll help you get it when we get back."

"Thank you so much, helping me solve a big problem. I was thinking of buying a few sets of clothes today, but now I'm saving money." Fu Yao laughed. As the two chatted, their shocked hearts gradually calmed down.

"Is Young Master Wang not busy? Stand at the side of the street! " Ren Yun Xing snorted. If he did not stop them quickly, Wang Yuan Lang would have grabbed Fu Yao with her hands.

Furthermore, the eyes that Fu Yao was looking at him with, made him exceptionally angry.

It was not that Fu Yao didn't like this kind of elegant gentleman, but no matter how she changed her appetite, she still tried her best to look at this kind of person.

"Is the young duke different?" Wang Yuan Lang smiled lightly, don't think that he did not see Ren Yun Xing's actions just now, he was obviously jealous.

Otherwise, why would he run over and grab Fu Yao?


"Of course I'm not the same as you. I'm fine, I just wander the streets everyday, but I heard that Young Master Wang has been busy moving his businesses to the capital. Are you free today?"

"It's almost done, sorry to trouble the young duke." Wang Yuan Lang said with a smile that was not a smile. How did he know that his family had shifted their business center of gravity to the capital?

It was obviously very secretive, but it was likely that this young duke was a playboy on the outside, but he was actually very shrewd. Ever since Ren Yun Xing had come to the Yunxian, he had felt that he was not ordinary.

Thank you, Young Master Wang, for saving us. Zhen Niang was a little uneasy. Fu Yao held Zhen Niang's hand and expressed her gratitude once again, only to feel that Zhen Niang's hands were covered in sweat. Although she tried her best to act very normal, her subtle expression still betrayed her.

In the end, she was still young and had never experienced anything. Was it normal for her to be afraid? It would be better for her to return earlier to calm down. Looking at her frail appearance, it was clear that she shouldn't get sick again.

"That's fine too, be more careful next time." Wang Yuan Lang said warmly.

Fu Yao politely smiled at him, but when she saw Ren Yun Xing, he rolled her eyes and pulled Zhen Niang away, but they were not even halfway there when Ren Yun Xing ran over and stopped them.

"What else do you want?" Fu Yao said snappily. This brat couldn't be thinking of following her around, right?

Please don't, last time I was scared, I almost thought Ren Yun Xing was going home with her.

"I'm not looking for you, why are you acting so arrogant?" Ren Yun Xing said to Zhen Niang, "Let me ask Miss, is your embroidered handkerchief still for sale? I want to buy it for my grandmother! "

"I'll sell it for five taels of silver. Do you want it?" Fu Yao answered first. If it was Zhen Niang, she would definitely not have any money, but the silkpants could never earn money.

"Yes." Ren Yun Xing was not stingy, he took out 5 taels of silver and bought it. This double-sided embroidered handkerchief was worth 5 taels of silver.

Fu Yao snatched the silver from her hands and when she turned around, she saw a gold order badge dropped from her sleeve. When Ren Yun Xing wanted to call her back, she had already walked far away and picked up the order badge on the ground.

This is that fellow's token! To think that he was still holding onto it when he returned. His gaze suddenly turned solemn, and he nearly bent the golden token...

Ren Yun Xing stared at the golden order badge for a long time, and in the end, stuffed it into his waist.

He had to think of a way to get Fu Yao into her hands ?

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