The maidservants of the Li Family secretly gathered together and looked towards a certain direction in the courtyard. A few of their heads came closer and whispered, "Say, Uncle Fang is such a powerful person. Why is he so afraid of Auntie Fang?"
"That's right, I can't figure it out. Even if all the guards in the family were to work together, they wouldn't be a match for Uncle Fang …" A young servant girl revealed an expression of admiration and said, "But I often see Uncle Fang being chased and beaten by Aunt Fang with a broom …"
"What does this have to do with being powerful? I heard from others that Madam's martial arts are very high, but she is still so gentle to Lord Jue."
"Yes, this kind of thing has nothing to do with being powerful. Second Miss's martial arts is also very high. In front of Second Miss, isn't Lord Jue the same as Uncle Fang meeting Aunt Fang?"
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…
"What are you guys talking about?" Li Yi walked over from the side. The maidservants immediately laughed dryly and scattered like birds and beasts.
The maids of the Li family were all spoiled. They were not lazy, but they had the habit of gathering together and gossiping. He wondered if the maids of other noble families were the same?
"Son-in-law."
Fang walked over from the front and laughed dryly at him. Li Yi's smile looked forced no matter how he looked at it.
"Get someone to prepare a carriage. We are going to the Wang family in a while. Prepare another gift. It doesn't need to be too rich. The Wang family is not short of money." He was delayed yesterday and stood the head of the Wang family up. It was not good to delay it today. After all, the reason why he was going to the Wang family was because the head of the Wang family had a special status. He could not let the head of the Wang family of Luochuan visit him …
Fang scratched his head and said, "Son-in-law, I have something to do later. Let Old Xu and the others accompany you. Remember to bring a few more guards."
Li Yi waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. Just get someone to prepare the carriage. Also, you can take whatever you want. Just think about it before you send it. Don't regret it when something happens."
Fang nodded and said, "Yes, Son-in-law. I understand."
…
In the courtyard, Xiao Cui held up a few glass balls. After the sunlight shone on them, there were colorful spots on the ground.
She happily put these things away. Brother Fang said they were all treasures that could be sold for a lot of money. Miss and Sister Ruoqing did not choose much. They only took one each and threw these things to her and Xiao Zhu.
The treasures had to be hidden well and could not be seen by others. If thousands of silver were stolen, they would want to die.
There was a knock on the door, and Xiao Cui's face lit up. Young Master Li had said that if they didn't like the glass, he would have someone send another box over today.
She put the glass balls into her clothes and trotted to the door.
She wasn't worried that it was a bad person knocking on the door. Bad people wouldn't be able to get close to this small courtyard.
He quickly opened the door and saw the people standing outside. The smile on his face became even brighter. "Brother Fang, you're here. Li …"
In the next moment, Xiao Cui's expression froze. She looked at the figure behind Lao Fang and asked curiously, "Sister, is there something you need?"
The woman smiled and asked, "Is Miss Zheng home?"
Xiao Cui nodded. She looked at Lao Fang, then at the unfamiliar woman, and said, "Yes, Miss is in the studio."
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"Wide-sleeved dress, pleated Ruyi dress, purple silk dress, cloud goose fine brocade dress … How did you come up with these strange names?"
In the studio, Zeng Zuimo combed the hair on her forehead and flipped through the bound album as she whispered.
Today, she still did not put on any makeup and stood barefoot before the table. The room was covered with wooden flooring. Usually, other than her and Xiao Cui, no one would come in. Many rules and restrictions were tossed aside.
Women's clothing had always been richer than men's since ancient times. These days, she had come into contact with many, but she had never seen any of the clothes in this album.
For a person who didn't understand a woman's thoughts to be able to design such an exquisite dress for women, it was indeed a miracle.
She sighed in her heart. Xiao Cui walked in and said, "Miss, a sister is looking for you."
"Tell her to wait for a moment. I will go out right away." Usually, there would be female shopkeepers looking for her. Zeng Zuimo was about to put down the album, freshen up, and go out when a figure walked out from behind Xiao Cui.
The woman smiled and said, "Sorry to disturb you. Miss Zeng, please don't take offense."
Pa!
The album in Zeng Zuimo's hand fell to the ground.
After a moment, she took a deep breath and picked up the album. She put it on the table and said with a smile, "It's not really a disturbance. Li … Madam Li, come in."
…
"Damned heavens …" In the outer courtyard, Fang sat on a stone bench and looked back at the moon gate. He shook his head and sighed with a complicated expression.
"Zuimo is not suitable to see guests like this. Madam Li, please wait a moment. I will go wash up and be back soon." Zeng Zuimo looked at Ruyi and said apologetically.
Ruyi smiled and said, "We are all family. Miss Zuimo, you don't have to be so polite."
Zeng Zuimo was startled. She didn't know what she meant by "family", but she didn't insist anymore. She sat down opposite her and asked, "I wonder why Madam Li is here today?"
Ruyi looked into her eyes and said, "Perhaps this request is a bit presumptuous, but in any case, I still want to ask Miss Zuimo to listen to me."
"Madam Li, please go ahead." Zeng Zuimo nodded and said.
"Miss Zuimo … likes husband, right?"
The smile on Zeng Zuimo's face froze and then turned a little pale. She looked up at the woman opposite her, who she had no confidence to beat in terms of appearance, figure, or temperament. She opened her mouth but didn't say anything in the end. She barely managed to keep calm.
However, what the woman said next made her body tremble. Her expression changed greatly. She could no longer maintain this trace of calmness.
The voice of the woman opposite her trembled and she said, "Since Miss Zuimo … Miss Zuimo also likes husband, then why not … why not marry into the Li family!"
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"Miss, what's wrong with you?"
After sending Uncle Fang and the beautiful sister out, Xiao Cui walked into the studio again. Seeing her miss's expression, she hurriedly asked, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Did that sister bully you just now?"
"Miss, Miss, Miss, what's wrong with you? Say something!"
Zeng Zuimo removed Xiao Cui's hand from her shoulder and said, "I'm fine. Xiao Cui, you go out first. I want to be alone."
"Miss …"
"Go out …"
Xiao Cui's eyes were full of tears. She looked at Zeng Zuimo again, then slowly left and closed the door.
"What … is this?" A choked voice came from the room, and two lines of tears finally fell from her pretty face.
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"Miss, what are we going to do now? Go home?"
Old Fang leaned against the carriage and turned around to ask.
"Let's go back." A voice came from the carriage.
Fang looked down at a drop of moisture on the carriage beside him. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Did Miss Zeng agree?"
This time, there was no response from the carriage.
Fang gently waved the whip, and the carriage slowly moved.
"Miss, don't you understand the young master?" He gazed into the distance and sighed. He said softly, "If Miss doesn't have a son, the young master will never take a concubine in this life …"
"Selling dates, selling dates. Fresh dates, freshly picked dates. Try them before you buy them. They're not sweet, but they're free …"
On the side of the street, a vendor with two baskets of dates was selling them with all his might.
A voice finally came from the carriage. "Xiao Huan likes dates. Uncle Fang, stop for a moment and buy some dates."
"Okay."
Fang jumped off the carriage and walked to the vendor. He asked, "Are your dates sweet?"
The vendor chuckled and said, "Don't worry, sir. These are all fresh dates. Try them all. They're free if they're not sweet."
Fang picked one from the basket and threw it into his mouth. In the next moment, his face twitched and he spat out the date. He looked at the vendor and said angrily, "This is so sour. What do you mean free if they're not sweet … who gave you the confidence?"
Looking at the strong man in front of him, the vendor said weakly, "Sir, you've tasted them wrong. This is a sour date. The other basket is a sweet date …"
"Miss, I've bought them." Fang got back into the carriage and handed a paper bag in. He curled his lips and said, "Selling dates with sour dates and sweet dates? A catty of sweet dates is actually more expensive by five copper coins. This unscrupulous merchant …"
The carriage was silent for a moment before a voice came again.
"Uncle Fang, if there are any sour dates, please go and buy some back."
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