"Isn't the second master Fu Qiufang, who doesn't know about Fu Shi's girl?"

Xing'er squeezed his eyes at Jia Lian, and whispered to the temple, with a smirk of a slap in his face.

"Not to mention that no one in the wealthy nobles in the capital knows, even the three aunts and sisters who are hiding around in the houses, how many people don't know?

Fu Shi was almost shouting and selling his girl’s name on the street like a vegetable seller.”

Jia Lian thought about it and seemed that he really remembered that there was indeed such a "strange older single woman" in "Dream of Red Mansions".

After all, in this era, girls’ boudoir names are associated with chastity and rarely spread out. Fu Qiufang’s boudoir names are widely spread all over the world, which is really a joke to the serious people.

Xing'er was still excited to continue talking about this "joke":

"Fu Shi said all the time that his girl is so good. Even we heard all the ears of "Boiling Qiongyu", "bouding both talent and appearance", "extremely smart", and "prospering family and husband", and we were all determined to use his girl to marry wealthy nobles.

But the wealthy and nobles thought that his foundation was shallow and refused to ask for marriage. Finally, there were people who came to propose marriage, but he also thought that the family was not high.

Such a high or low level was not enough, and he delayed his girl until she was twenty-three years old, and she is still unmarried.

It’s not that he is mean, but other girls get engaged at the thirteenth and fifteenth and get married at the thirteenth and sixteenth. By the thirteenth and fourth, the little baby can make a soy sauce.

The girls in Fu Shi's family are picky and picky at this age. If you wait, you can only fill in the house for others.

For example, Grandma Zhen is now twenty-four years old when she got married into the house. And our eldest wife...

However, Mr. Fu really dared to think about it, and even had the idea of ​​our Mr. Bao Er to marry his sister to our Mr. Bao Er.

Although the master values ​​Fu Shi very much, he can't let our second master marry a shabby old girl who is almost ten years older, right? What's more, Mr. Fu is so popular all over the world, and that girl has a great reputation. Whoever marrys her will not become a joke in Beijing?

Second Master, please think about it. The Fu family is always eager to let their girls stick to one of our masters. If we just go in like this, they will rely on us if they don’t take the opportunity?"

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Jia Lian also felt that Fu Shi was dirty and despised, and was about to say, "I want to mess with you? He is worthy of it."

After accidentally glanced at him, he saw Jia Yun following him look a little embarrassed, so he asked him:

"Do you recognize Fu Shi? Or do you recognize Fu Shi's girl?"

Seeing that Jia Lian guessed, Jia Yun hurriedly bowed and said:

"I dare not hide it from the second master. I have a good relationship with Fu Shi.

His family runs an incense shop and has a lot of money. He was my neighbor earlier.

Fu Shi is a lively person and has a mindful mind. He refuses to do business by just the shop left by his parents.

I heard that the second master in our mansion likes elegance, so he used the "incense master" as the stepping stone. Botany and musk are too ordinary, so he made some sandalwood today and some ambergris tomorrow, so he could walk around the mansion from time to time.

He also had a wink, and saw that the second master was elegant and lacked money, so he used the excuse to learn and become the disciple of the second master.

From time to time, he presented one or two ancient books to the second master, and secretly put a few silver notes and gold leaves into it. He would not show his views and soon he would be valued by the second master.

Later, when the second master saw that he had the opportunity, he introduced him to donate a magistrate, and soon he was able to go to Yunnan.

I had helped check the accounts in his shop earlier. In addition to his salary, I also had to provide some help from him.

Later, before he went to Yunnan, he bought the shop and didn't open it, so I lost my life.

I have heard of some things about his family, and I have also seen his sister Fu Qiufang.

Fu Shi was indeed too calculating. A shop owner, Hulaba broke into an official role and was very proud of himself.

He also knew that his foundation was shallow, so he was determined to rely on using his girls to marry into a high-ranking family and make up for his shortcomings in family background and connections.

I only felt sorry for his sister. I couldn't help but make decisions about my lifelong affairs. I could only let his brother delay the awkward age for vain. It was also pitiful."

Jia Lian didn't expect that Jia Yun recognized Fu Shi and said with a smile:

"The world is bustling, all for profit; the world is bustling, all for profit.

It’s nothing if people have their own plans. It’s a pity to just use their own lifelong happiness to make plans.

We are here to catch Ma Daopo, Fu Shi's girl is really up to you-"

Jia Lian pointed at Jia Yun:

"Then let's marry his sister to you."

Jia Yun waved her hands seriously:

"I dare not, I dare not, I know myself, I cannot be as good as the Fu family, who has become an official, and I dare not be as good as the eldest lady of the Fu family.

If I get married, I will marry a little jade family who lives a solid life."

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Jia Lian led the way and became the first to enter Daguangming Temple.

I rushed into the mountain gate, the Heavenly King Hall, and until the Main Hall, I saw a few little nuns sitting in the yard basking in the sun.

Xing'er remembered Jia Lian's previous instructions. He led people forward and grabbed a few little nuns and tied them up, pulled them aside and asked where Ma Daopo lived.

The little nun was so scared that her face was blue and white, and she said tremblingly behind the dining hall.

Jia Lian did not delay and brought people to Ma Daopo's house as fast as lightning.

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Daopa Ma took Aunt Zhao's money, but she didn't neglect it. She opened the practice when she returned to her house.

Looking at the strange green flames in the brazier and the paper money stained with chicken blood gradually burned to ashes, Daopo Ma clasped his hands and said with a smile:

"Amitabha, who said I am the most willing to help the poor and the danger? Help people to the end and send the Buddha to the West. If you can't stop those two, how can Aunt Zhao and his son stand up for the grievances?"

She was about to sprinkle a handful of white powder into the fire, but suddenly she heard a "carbazard" sound. The door was locked from the inside and suddenly hit the door hard from outside and opened.

Daopo Ma was shocked and looked up. When he saw more than a dozen strong young servants rushing in, he immediately understood that he had made a mistake.

She immediately ignored the method and opened the cabinet door beside her and scattered a basket of green-faced and fanged paper people with Nian Geng's words in it. She shook her hands into the burning brazier.

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"Snatch it out quickly! Can't burn it!"

When Jia Lian saw the old witch destroying the evidence, he hurriedly shouted.

Xing'er did not rush to the front, but was the one who reacted the fastest. He rushed over and grabbed the quilt on the kang, covering the brazier tightly.

When Ma Daopo saw that the brazier was extinguished, he knew that it was over this time and grabbed a small bottle in the cabinet.

But before she could pull out the bottle cap, Jia Lian, who followed, flew up and kicked Ma Daopo on the waist.

Ma Daopo screamed with a "ao" and the person flew out and hit the wall, and the bottle in his hand also flew out and hit the wall.

The bottle was broken, and a red liquid with a strange smell was poison.

Daopo Ma was paralyzed and spitted out red liquid from his mouth, which was blood.

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"She wants to take medicine to commit suicide!"

Xing'er screamed.

"It seems that the case is not small."

Jia Lian was very calm:

"Xing'er, please tie her up in a way that cannot be tried to die.
Chapter completed!