Same night, same insomnia, different tossing and turning.

Tossing and turning, her heart was filled with irritation, jealousy and resentment almost condensed into fire, burning her up.

Sitting up suddenly, Su Qing'er wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, got out of bed with bare feet, and walked to the dressing table.

Almost all unmarried daughters in the village do not have a dressing table, but she has one, not because she is favored enough, but because she is good-looking, and if used properly, she can get more benefits.

The moonlight passed through the window and the bronze mirror reflected the light. Su Qing'er could faintly see a shadow inside, shaking with her movements.

The peach blossom hairpin was placed in the most conspicuous place. She took it out and saw the red gem shining faintly in the moonlight.

This is her most beautiful jewelry and also the most expensive jewelry.

"One hundred and eight taels." His voice was as light as a whisper, his slender fingers were polished with gemstones, and his movements were full of love.

But such a precious and beautiful thing will soon no longer belong to me.

There is also the opportunity to belong to yourself forever, but it requires too much sacrifice.

Thinking of what her mother said that night, Su Qing'er lowered her eyes slightly.

"If the idea you mentioned is not possible, then Qingfeng will see Feng Jiu as if he saw gold. There is absolutely no way he can frame her!"

"Furthermore, word of Feng Jiu's good luck has spread in the village. If this thing can't be done, we have to think of another idea."

"Captain Wang is coming to propose marriage tomorrow, so be prepared."

"Although the Mu family is good, we can't get along with it. Detective Wang is your perfect match. If he dares to buy you a hairpin, he will definitely love you very much."

"Don't think he's ugly and don't care about his appearance in life. Even if Feng Shijiu is so ugly, Mu Wei Xian still likes her."

"As long as you live a happy life, let him promote your brother when the time comes. When your brother grows up, your mother's family will also have support."

"Qing'er, listen."

"Be obedient." He chuckled, his breath a little unsteady, and he grabbed the edge of the table with his other hand, almost breaking the piece of wood.

She whispered: "I am the most obedient. Ever since I was a child, I have been as obedient as a puppet."

But this time, she didn't want to obey.

Looking up, the deep and sinister gaze was gradually replaced by determination when it fell on the hairpin.

She will never marry such a rude and ugly person!

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Unlike them, Feng Jiu had a good night's sleep after the incident and woke up refreshed the next day.

When I arrived at the dining room, I saw the third child. The latter's eyes were blue and black, and he was obviously not asleep. His eyes met each other with some resentment in his eyes.

The one whose face was uglier than his was that of the old man.

Feng Jiu looked at it for a moment, and his brows condensed subconsciously.

The old man had a bad premonition and was afraid that she would say something shocking again, so he took the first step and said: "I didn't drink!"

"..."

"Oh." He looked away as if nothing had happened, and Feng Jiu warned, "Pay attention to your health."

The old man’s eyebrows twitched fiercely, so he still had doubts, right?

After the meal, Feng Jiu took a look at his lotus seedlings that were growing well and planned to transplant them.

Mu Weiyang stopped the person and said, "I want to go to Sanqing Temple. Can you accompany me?"

Feng Jiu refused: "I have something to do."

"What are you busy with?"

"Planting rice seedlings."

"..." Shocked by her expression, Mu Weiyang realized that she was serious and couldn't help but said, "I did it on purpose before, but now you don't have to do it on your own."

Feng Jiu said: "I prefer to do my own things by myself."

Mu Weiyang disagreed with this idea, "Hiring people is just to liberate yourself."

Feng Jiu glanced at her: "I have no money."

"I'll help you." Mu Weiyang was very loyal.

I thought the other party would refuse, but Feng Jiu nodded decisively: "Thank you."

"..." Mu Weiyang couldn't help but look at her, his eyes searching.

Feng Jiu raised his eyelids and asked with his eyes.

"Nothing." Shaking his head, Mu Weiyang became cheerful again, "Now you can accompany me to Sanqing Temple!"

Feng Jiu thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

Robbery can last a long time, but it cannot be frequent. It is best for her to have a serious job.

Fortune tellers are very good. They are not Taoist nuns, but they can learn their skills.

When Mu Weiyang saw her promise, he immediately became happy and waved for someone to prepare a carriage, cakes, water, and refreshments.

Mu Wei Xian followed like a bastard: "Madam, I'm going too!"

Mu Weiyang really wanted to refuse. She was going out to play with her little sisters, and she could also say some thoughtful words. What did it mean for her brother to be followed by a grown man?

But after thinking about it, her brother was not really a man, at most he was a boy and compromised.

The three of them were riding in a carriage, with Xiaoliu driving in front.

The weather is gradually getting warmer, and it is noon again. The charcoal brazier has been put away, and the curtains of the carriage have been opened. As we move around, the wind blows with the fragrance of flowers.

As they walked onto the road, they passed an ox cart with two people sitting on it, a fat woman and a fat man.

Mu Weiyang confirmed that he had never seen these two people: "Who are they?"

Feng Jiu glanced at him: "Su Qing'er's fiancé."

Mu Weiyang was startled, and then shouted: "Impossible!"

Feng Jiu: "The betrothal gift has been given."

Mu Weiyang still insisted on his statement: "It's impossible!"

She said: "You may not know that Su Qing'er is very self-righteous. Even my brother can't look down on him, let alone something like that..."

The attacker's appearance was impolite. Mu Weiyang hesitated for a while, but still didn't say the adjective and expressed his meaning with his expression. In short, he was very disgusted.

She told her surprise, but Feng Jiu didn't care. To her, Su Qing'er was just a passerby. At most, her presence would be higher at certain times.

But Mu Weiyang obviously didn't quite understand, and he kept talking all the way, which made Mu Wei Xian sleepy, and he slept soundly while hugging Feng Jiu.

Mu Weiyang looked over occasionally and was surprised: "You feel sleepy so quickly. Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Feng Jiu knew this: "I'll sleep until dawn."

One characteristic of heartless people is that they have nothing to worry about and sleep soundly.

"Then why do you still feel sleepy so quickly?" Mu Weiyang was also surprised that he was still asleep. He subconsciously looked at his stomach and muttered in a low voice, "It's flat."

"..."

Feng Jiu suddenly stretched out his hand, put it on Mu Weiyang's head, and shook it violently.

Mu Weiyang was caught off guard, his whole body was confused, and his head was buzzing: "What...are you doing?"

Feng Jiu stopped: "I want to hear if there is any sound of water inside."

After a moment, he frowned and said, "Not really."

He looked serious, obviously feeling strange about this.

Do normal people think that a man who is sleepy is pregnant?

Mu Weiyang: "..."

Mu Weiyang's face remained dark until he entered the Taoist temple.

Without going to meet anyone, the three of them went to the front hall to pay homage and finally cast their lot.

Feng Jiu was recognized as having good luck. He shook it first, and after a while, a broken lotus fell.

Breaking off a visa is always unlucky.

Mu Weiyang's expression changed slightly, and then Feng Jiu stared at the sign and said gloomily: "Sure enough, they are all fake."

Any good luck is all fake.

"..."
Chapter completed!