Report to the Marquis! The Madam went to the military camp to flirt with men again

Lin Zhuwei nodded and said affirmatively: "I believe there is! What was destroyed was only the physical body. I believe the soul is trying to meet us in another way. It's not just the living who are trying hard."

Isn't she a living example?

Fu Lifeng's eyes sparkled. It was the first time he had heard such a novel statement. Looking at the river lanterns drifting away, he felt hopeful for the first time.

"Sister-in-law, what you said sounds like something a Zen master would say." Fu Lifeng chuckled.

Pulling out a long water grass, Lin Zhuwei smiled as he folded it: "Second Master, you think too highly of me. But since the soul exists, maybe it is trying to transform. Look at that star, maybe it is your mother's transformation."

Fu Lifeng looked up and saw the brightest star in the sky twinkling, as if calling him. A layer of mist involuntarily welled up in his eyes, and his whole heart was surrounded by warmth. His once muddy heart gradually calmed down.

From then on, that star was what his heart desired!

"Here. For you."

Fu Lifeng lowered his head, and a small round thing fell into his outstretched palm. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a star made of folded water plants.

It is round, green and very cute.

"From now on, you will be able to see your mother even on a starless night!"

How could Lin Zhuwei not know that this was just a fairy tale? But, people always need some spiritual sustenance, don't they?

Fu Lifeng clenched his palms. The stars, still moist with moisture, were icy cold, but they soaked into his heart.

"Sister-in-law, thank you!"

Lin Zhuwei smiled and said, "Second Master, it's getting late, so I'll take my leave now."

Fu Lifeng looked at her receding figure, then lowered his head to look at the stars in his palm, his eyes flashing with complex emotions, and he murmured: "What a pity, why do you have to marry into the Fu family?"

On the third day of the Ghost Festival, the sacrificial activities had ended, and Yu Jibao was clamoring to go out on the street.

After the Ghost Festival, various activities will be held on the streets for five days, which is very lively.

"Okay." Lin Zhuwei couldn't persuade him, so she decided to let him go.

"Brother-in-law wants to go too!" Yu Jibao held Fu Junyan's hand tightly.

"Yu Xiaobao! Don't push your luck!" Lin Zhuwei pinched his round face.

"Brother-in-law, are you going?" Yu Jibao raised his head, shook Fu Junyan's hand, and acted coquettishly.

"Ah."

Lin Zhuwei was a little surprised that Fu Junyan nodded.

Didn’t he just say that he was going to keep an appointment with Qian Ren’an?

This man seems to be becoming more and more fickle.

"Yeah!" Yu Jibao jumped up excitedly, holding one in each hand.

Wu Er and A Bu watched this scene and chuckled behind them.

The streets were bustling with people coming to the market, and Yu Jibao ate as he walked.

Lin Zhuwei couldn't help but tease him: "Xiaobao, if you eat more you will become as fat as a pig. Be careful that no one will want you in the future."

Yu Jibao curled his lips and laughed: "Sister, I'm not afraid. You are also chubby, but you still married my brother-in-law, right?"

Uh...this brat.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Lin Zhuwei secretly glanced at Fu Junyan in front of her. He was watching the sidewalk acrobatics seriously and didn't seem to be paying attention to them.

Lin Zhuwei then lowered her head and teased Yu Jibao: "There is no other person as blind as your brother-in-law."

A man who was forced to be a "blind man" for once quietly slowed down his pace, raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips involuntarily curled up into a beautiful arc.

Does this woman really think he is deaf?

I didn't know who was the one who pestered me and insisted on marrying him.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Lin Zhuwei followed Xiaobao to a stall where many people were watching.

Unlike other stalls, the stall here was actually run by several monks, and there was a donation box on the table in front of one of the monks.

Looking at the items placed on the low stage, they are all different and include everything, including sachets, rouge and powder, brushes, books, and even a compass for fortune-telling. A different serial number is written under each object.

Fu Junyan glanced at her before explaining, "These are all blessings."

"A blessing?"

"This is a bidding event for lucky items after the Zhongyuan Festival, which is basically held once a year." Fu Junyan was rarely so patient. "These lucky items are usually donated to the temple by people from all walks of life. After the temple holds a five-day opening ceremony, they are put up for bidding."

"Because these things have been blessed, there are so many people bidding for them?"

"More than that. Bidders believe that the lucky objects carry the protection of their ancestors, and that winning an object can bring them good fortune." Fu Junyan saw her eagerness to try and laughed softly, "Look, even a stingy person like you is tempted, isn't he?"

Lin Zhuwei glanced at him and said, "When you draw snakes, do you have to add feet? So that you can look special and different?"

Fu Junyan couldn't help but laugh.

This woman is really merciless with her words.

“Since it’s a competitive bidding, why is there no reserve price?”

"Bidding for the charity items is not for making money. The money raised from the bidding will eventually be used to repair temples, build schools, and provide porridge for refugees." Fu Junyan pointed to the donation box and said, "So if only one person bids for the same item, even if it's only one cent, they can take it. If there are multiple people bidding, the one with the highest bid will win."

Lin Zhuwei became interested. Such charity activities are indeed rare.

She leaned closer, raised her head to look at him, and said, "Are there any items you donated here?"

Fu Junyan looked at her clear and shining eyes, and suddenly his heart moved slightly.

"No. The silver donated by the Fu family was delivered to the temple early in the morning." He paused, "And all the silver required during the entire bidding period will be borne by the Fu family."

Lin Zhuwei's pupils were shocked, and her eyes were filled with admiration for "rich people are so generous", which made Fu Junyan very happy, and he couldn't suppress the corners of his lips even if he wanted to.

"Sister, I want the sword number seven!" Yu Jibao pointed at the object in front of him excitedly and pulled Lin Zhuwei's clothes.

Before Lin Zhuwei could say anything, Fu Junyan called out, "Wu Er."

Wu Er understood what he meant, put the silver in his pocket and went to the merit box. After a while, he brought back the small, jade-carved waist sword.

This sword is so exquisite, of course there will be no one who bids for it. However, Fu Junyan directly bid fifty taels of silver notes. Who would be so rich and generous?

He tactfully gave up when he saw the face of the young master of the Fu family.

Yu Jibao was very excited to get the sword. He danced with joy. His round face was flushed and very cute. His mouth was really sweet: "Brother-in-law, you are the best in the world!"

Lin Zhuwei couldn't help but give him a slap: "Yu Jibao! You're so quick to change sides at the last minute!"

He hugged her before going out and praised her as the best, but within an hour, the title was taken away from her.

Yu Jibao stuck out his tongue playfully and touched his head: "It hurts."

When Fu Junyan looked at this scene, he felt a warmth flowing through his heart, and a smile appeared in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

"Do you like anything?" Fu Junyan asked suddenly.

Lin Zhuwei didn't expect him to ask this. She was very surprised and looked up at him instantly. Seeing that he didn't move his eyes away, but just looked at her quietly, a soft warm current flowed through her heart.

So Lin Zhuwei grinned, and generously returned him a rather pleased smile, and then really started to choose openly.

"Let's take number 18."

Fu Junyan looked along her slender fingers and saw a light blue sachet embroidered with brocade silk, with rare blue snowflakes embroidered on it and the word "peace" embroidered neatly next to it. And below it was hanging brocade tassels.

It is indeed beautiful, elegant and simple, with an antique flavor.

But Fu Junyan couldn't help being a little surprised, as he thought she would choose the red sachet next door, number 19, which had more intricate embroidery and a more complex pattern.

Seeing that he didn't say anything for a long time, Lin Zhuwei looked at him in confusion.

Fu Junyan smiled and called out, "Wu Er, just do as the young lady said."

Wu Er responded and was about to walk away when he heard a voice not far away: "Xiao Die, take the sachet numbered 18."

Wu Er was slightly startled and looked in the direction of the voice. It was Qian Yuechu and the maid Xiaodie, who were separated by two figures.

They weren't here just now, it seems they just came here.

Wu Er hesitated and turned to look at his young master.

Obviously, Fu Junyan also noticed them and his face looked slightly surprised.