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

The drunk Lin Zhuwei naturally didn't have such a good eye. She came closer, her warm breath sprayed on his face, and she half-closed her eyes and spread her hands to him: "Where's yours? Where's the gift?"

It seemed that she really didn't think much about it and just regarded the jade boat as the most normal gift.

Thinking of this, Fu Junyan's expression eased a little. But the thing that he had thought was beautiful just now now seemed to be an eyesore.

Fu Junyan coaxed unconsciously: "Do you want a gift? Give it to me and I'll exchange it with you."

Although Lin Zhuwei was drunk, she was not stupid. She pouted and shook her head: "No. That was a gift from someone else. How can I give it to you?"

Fu Junyan softened his voice and coaxed, "This thing can't be eaten or used, what use do you have for it? How about selling it to me? Is that okay?"

He asked tentatively, "He gave you something just to make you happy, didn't he? What makes you happiest? Isn't it the silver? Don't you say that people should make the best use of the things they give you?"

This is what she said to Qian Yuechu when she sold the silk that her grandmother had given her as a reward.

Unexpectedly, Lin Zhuwei really hung his head, as if thinking seriously. After thinking for a while, he suddenly smiled at him: "Twenty taels!"

"what?"

"Give me twenty taels." Lin Zhuwei handed him the jade boat.

Fu Junyan quickly took out twenty taels and gave them to her. He thought, she is indeed a money-grubber. She still asks for money even when she is drunk.

Lin Zhuwei stuffed the silver into his lapel, patted it hard, and shook his head with satisfaction.

My brain is a little fuzzy and I don’t know if I will regret it after I sober up.

She moved closer to him, and said, "Drink with me."

For no reason, Fu Junyan recalled the night when he lost control and asked for a kiss, and his ears turned red.

His expression was a little stiff, but his tone was quite doting: "Little drunkard. You are drunk."

"Well, I'm not drunk." Lin Zhuwei shook her head and giggled, then moved closer.

She was so close that he could smell the wine in her mouth and the orchid fragrance on her body. His heart skipped a beat involuntarily.

Lin Zhuwei looked at him with a dazed look in her eyes, and actually reached out to pinch his face, pulling and rubbing it hard, "Fu Junyan, you are so beautiful."

I was teased again.

The man who was praised for his good looks did not get angry this time. Instead, he couldn't help but smile and took her hand that was touching him wantonly and held it in his hand.

Lin Zhuwei simply half-leaned on his shoulder, shaking the wine pot in her hand towards the moon, looking very lonely and sad: "Mom and Dad, aren't you always worried that I won't be able to get married? Are you satisfied with this son-in-law?"

Fu Junyan lowered his head slightly and saw the tears sliding down the corners of her eyes. They seemed to fall directly into the lake of his heart, creating ripples.

He couldn't help but reach out and gently wipe away her tears.

Fu Junyan only thought that she thought of her deceased mother during this festival of family reunion, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed for her.

"Mom and Dad, I miss you so much! Are you all right?" Lin Zhuwei suddenly burst into tears and cried to the moon.

Apart from the nightmare in which she cried unconsciously, this was the first time that Fu Junyan saw Lin Zhuwei so vulnerable.

He was at a loss and could only put his arm around her shoulders and pat her softly to comfort her.

"Fu Junyan, do you know what my parents have done for me?" Lin Zhuwei closed her eyes and let the tears slide down her face. "Before I was three years old, I was a sickly child. Everyone said I would not survive. My father gave up his honorable job and forced himself to become a master of traditional Chinese medicine. He was the one who saved me from death."

Fu Junyan frowned slightly. Although he didn't understand some of the words, he understood the meaning. He just thought she was drunk and talking nonsense.

"My mother was afraid that I would suddenly die while sleeping, so she would check my breath every half a minute. It was a dark period, and my mother became as thin as a paper figure. When I really came back to life, she said that she was really scared to death, and if possible, she would rather bear the pain for me."

Her heart ached so much that she could hardly breathe. In order to take care of her wholeheartedly, her parents even aborted the second child that was accidentally conceived without hesitation.

But she still died, in that cold stream, without leaving them a single word.

How painful it must be for them! How much hatred they must have!

Why not just let her die the night she was born? That way, at least her parents would have a chance to start their lives over again!

She was the one who dragged them down!

Lin Zhuwei was crying so hard that she was out of breath, with snot and tears running down her face. She grabbed Fu Junyan's sleeve and blew her nose wildly.

Fu Junyan looked at the wet and dirty sleeve, but just curled his lips and did not pull it back.

"Fu Junyan, what should I do?" Lin Zhuwei pounded his chest, "It hurts so much here, what should I do?"

Fu Junyan grabbed her hand to prevent her from hitting herself. He took her hand and reached into his sleeve pocket, took out something, opened it, and stuffed it into Lin Zhuwei's mouth.

It is a delicate and small mooncake.

She was stunned for a moment, then took a light bite and found it was a mooncake with slightly bitter osmanthus filling.

He still remembers.

Lin Zhuwei stopped crying, turned around, and looked at Fu Junyan with tearful eyes.

"Did you do this especially for me?"

"Hmm." Fu Junyan, who felt a little embarrassed by being stared at, straightened his neck and hummed softly, then stopped looking at her.

Instead of waiting for the expected thanks, Fu Junyan frowned and lowered his head, but he did not expect that a pair of soft lips would suddenly cover his mouth.

Fu Junyan's body suddenly stiffened, and before he could react, Lin Zhuwei lowered her head, prostrated herself on his chest, and stopped moving.

Wu Er, who had just climbed up with great difficulty using the brocade ladder, was witnessing Lin Zhuwei kissing him. Upon seeing this, he quietly retracted his head.

"Yu Shaoruo?"

After not seeing any movement from her for a long time, Fu Junyan pushed her and called her softly, and unexpectedly heard her heavy snoring.

Fu Junyan was ashamed. This woman actually fell asleep drunk after flirting with someone!

He really wanted to wake her up and ask her what that kiss just now meant!

Fu Junyan was filled with anger and growled, "Come here!"

Wu Er quickly got up again, dragging a corner of the ladder, and climbed over in a hurry.

The brocade ladder was very long, extending from the eaves to the ground, and several servants held one end tightly. Wu Er threw the other end of the ladder from behind the house, and several servants waiting behind the house tied it tightly to the tree trunk.

Wu Er tested the sturdiness of the ladder and then said quickly, "Master, the ladder is ready."

Fu Junyan nodded, picked up Lin Zhuwei by the waist, sat on the ladder and slid down.

Lin Zhuwei's brows were furrowed, she didn't sleep well, her face was pale and had traces of tears.

Her body was a little heavy. If Fu Junyan was not a martial artist, he might not be able to hold her.

Her weight loss was visibly effective, although her waist is still not as slender as that of ordinary women.

But her skin was as white as snow, as delicate as fat, and as smooth as silk. It melted softly in his fingertips, making him reluctant to let her go.

Two servants brought over a soft couch.

Wu Er asked in a low voice: "Master, this soft couch..."