Wen Chen is happy, let you be arrogant, but in the end it will fall into my hands!
To say that the two of them met together, it was fate, but it was a bad fate.
Wen Chen was embarrassed because he was chased several times, and was almost killed in the end. He learned from the painful experience, and wanted to become stronger and his body was better, so he began to practice martial arts with his guards, hoping to become a martial arts master.
Unfortunately, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. Practicing martial arts is too hard. I started paddling after two days of persistence.
He was paddling, and Feng Junan was paddling as well, sweeping the floor as if he were drawing a picture. The people in charge wanted to get rid of him, he looked a little bit like a servant.
But the eldest lady has a life, he just needs to stay at home and not cause trouble, and the people in charge will turn a blind eye.
The two paddlers bumped into each other. Feng Junan was sweeping the floor every day. Seeing Wen Chen practicing as if he was paraplegic, he couldn't stand it any longer, so he taunted Wen Chen with his little temper. How dare a boy look down on this young master?
So he asked him to come to Zhao'er, but he was severely beaten. Wen Chen was so angry, what kind of servant was he, who dared to be cruel to his master?
Just a small show of Feng Junan's hand was enough to shock Wen Chen. This was much better than those guards, and the feud between the two began.
When he learned that Feng Junan was brought back by his eldest sister, Wen Chen became interested. There was no one that his eldest sister could not cure. Feng Junan was also afraid of her!
Hence the current scene. Feng Junan was promoted and successfully moved from sweeping the floor to the position of personal servant of the fourth young master. Many servants envied him.
Feng Junan said, this blessing has been given to you, and I don’t care about the position of a servant.
In any case, if the contract of betrayal is in Wen Yao's hand, Feng Junan has to obey. However, being a servant and being able to go out is better than staying in the Wen family, and Feng Junan can accept it.
After sending these two people away, Wen Yao took some time off, holding a storybook. She seemed to have left the house to her second aunt, leaving the house to her second aunt. This was the first time in her life that Wen Yao had been so free.
Zhiqin couldn't help but came to wait on her again and chatted with her: "Recently, I heard that the third lady always runs out. Everyone knows that the third lady has someone she likes."
"Really? It's a good thing, whose son is he?"
Wen Yuan is already sixteen, and it's time to get married. In the past, the second aunt wanted to find a well-matched merchant, but now that Wen Yao has married into Prince Jing's house, the Wen family's fortunes have risen, and the merchants no longer like it, and they are looking for an official from a scholarly family.
The wedding was delayed again.
"I don't know. I'm very good at keeping things secret."
Wen Yao didn't care: "It's time to let the family know. The third sister is innocent and lively, and she is quite lucky. I will add some dowry to her later so that she will not be bullied by her husband's family.
Take my sign and take out twenty thousand taels of silver from the public."
Zhiqin agreed and asked about the young lady's dowry: "Do you want to buy more? Although the palace doesn't care about the young lady's dowry, it is our face after all. More is better than less.
Now I have purchased about 300,000 taels of silver, but I feel it is not enough."
Wen Yao's eyes darkened: "That's almost it. I've left all the family business to Wen Yu. It's not appropriate to ask for more money. As long as the dowry is enough, Yuan Rui won't care about the dowry."
The population of the palace is simple, and there are no extravagant habits. The money is enough, and Wen Yao is not suitable for high profile at this time.
"I know this. I just feel that the eldest lady is wronged. Everything in the family is earned by the young lady. In the end, they only got such a small dowry. They are not satisfied yet and take the young lady's hard work for granted."
Wen Yao smiled lightly: "Well, you can still make money if you lose it. I'm sorry for the Wen family. They can do whatever they want from now on. Sooner or later they will kill themselves."
Such a large amount of family property is like a piece of fat that cannot be maintained without enough ability. Wen Yu knows that being a family head is not that easy.
The years were quiet, and when Wen Yao was drowsy, a servant sent an invitation. It was Yuanhua who invited her to go out to play, and Wen Yao's drowsiness disappeared instantly.
I haven't seen Yuanhua recently, so I don't know what she is busy with.
What could Yuan Hua be busy with? She was busy looking for a fight and was slapped by Yuan Jingzhou. She was holding back her anger. Now, she came to the racecourse in the suburbs and prepared to race with others.
If only the nobles in the capital could play, enjoy flowers, drink tea, play against each other, throw pots and shoot arrows, etc. They were tired of it. I don’t know who opened a racecourse and it was very popular.
The noble gentlemen all like horses. A good breed of horse is worth thousands of gold. You can also gamble on horse racing. When you are tired, you can hunt and have bonfire barbecues. The business of the racecourse is very prosperous.
It was the first time Wen Yao came to a place like this. The grassland covering hundreds of acres was extremely open, and she felt much better looking at it.
"Ah..., get out of the way, get out of the way, the horse is frightened!"
Wen Yao's expression changed, and she saw a big green horse galloping towards her. She froze on the spot for a moment, as if she was stupid.
"Miss!"
Zhiqin subconsciously stood in front of her, blocking the big green horse for Wen Yao and letting her go first.
Wen Yao has come to her senses. She just wants to hide but there is no place to hide. Everything is empty. It's miserable. It's miserable. Shouldn't you go out today?
Suddenly, a rope was put around the horse's neck, and a strong figure landed on the horse's back, tightening the reins. The big green horse raised its front hooves high, and when it landed again, it had calmed down, swinging its tail and spinning in circles.
, as if it wasn’t him who went crazy just now.
"Ms. Wen, are you okay?"
The man on horseback jumped down. When Wen Yao took a look, his expression became even worse. He turned out to be the consort Cui Han.
Why does this person feel so haunted? Wen Yao thought to herself, with a smile on her face: "It's okay, is it so dangerous here?"
Cui Han said: "It's usually fine, but you are a beast after all. There will always be accidents and you will be frightened."
The owner's tone made Wen Yao's mind spin, "Consort, you don't own this racecourse, do you?"
Cui Han didn't expect her to be so perceptive, so he said perfunctorily: "No, a friend. I like riding horses and play here often. Did Miss Wen have an appointment?"
"Yes, I made an appointment with Huahua. Thank you for saving me just now. I'll treat you to dinner another day."
Cui Han smiled heartily: "Okay, remember, don't just say it, I'm waiting for you to treat me."
Wen Yao: "Okay, let's go with the princess. It's my honor to invite you two."
Cui Han's smile faded a little, "No, you are no worse than anyone else. There is no need to think so. I will show you around this place."
"Thank you, but I'm sorry to bother you. Please do it, Prince Consort. I can do it myself."
Just kidding, if the jealous princess found out, she would tear herself apart. Wen Yao would not dare to have any personal interactions with this consort.
The prince-in-law shrugged, "Then I'll send someone to follow you. There are a lot of people here. Don't let anyone rush you. Have a good time."
Two young men appeared out of nowhere and stood respectfully behind Wen Yao. Wen Yao could only say, "Thank you very much."
He left in a hurry, really not wanting to have too much contact with Cui Han.
Cui Han looked at her back, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.