The dim back

Zhang Fengxue searched and packed everything and hurried to Zhang Yulu's room.

Seeing Zhang Yulu's listless look, she began to get anxious: "Sister, what's wrong with you? I've been waiting for you in the room for so long, and you didn't come to see me."

Seeing Zhang Fengxue so anxious, Zhang Yulu laughed and said, "It seems that my sister is a little worried about getting married. Why is she in such a hurry? There are many good men."

Zhang Fengxue immediately frowned when she heard her sister say that: "Sister, you are talking nonsense. I am already 15 years old this year. It will be difficult to find a partner if I am over 16."

Zhang Yulu then thought of something: "Didn't I always remind you in the past that you must make your wedding dress well? Did you do it well?"

Hearing Zhang Yulu's question, Zhang Fengxue twisted her handkerchief and pouted, saying, "That's too difficult to embroider. Aunt Fang said she would help me."

When mentioning Aunt Fang, Zhang Yulu felt a little sad. She had sewed her wedding dress herself, but that was because she was not Zhang Shaohua's biological daughter.

This is not the case with Zhang Fengxue. Aunt Fang must be trying to please Zhang Shaohua and gain his approval by portraying such a well-behaved image.

Seeing Zhang Yulu was a little sad, Zhang Fengxue laughed: "Sister, don't be so stingy. To tell you the truth, the wedding dress embroidered by Aunt Fang is too ugly. I still like the wedding dress embroidered by you."

Zhang Yulu knew very well that it was clearly her sister praising her and wanting to make her happy.

But who doesn’t want warmth from the world?

Facing Zhang Fengxue, Zhang Yulu really didn't know what to say. She pretended to smile and nodded: "Everything you said is correct. If there is a chance, sister will embroider a wedding dress for you."

The system started to open and said to Zhang Yulu: "The host has opened the golden finger, and the skill is to be able to show perfect tricks."

Zhang Yulu felt very happy. Not only did he have business skills, but he also had skills of his own. It seemed that he was doing pretty well in this society.

Seeing Zhang Yulu's smiling face, Zhang Fengxue became a little anxious: "Sister, are you scared? How can you be like this?"

Hearing Zhang Fengxue's words, Zhang Yulu shook her head and said, "No matter what time it is, people must have a skill. If there is a chance, sister will teach you how to embroider."

Zhang Fengxue had never been interested in needlework, but was very interested in gambling. When she had nothing to do, she would take the servants at home to gamble secretly in the back garden.

Whether it was rolling the dice or playing with crickets, Zhang Fengxue did it with ease and did not act like a young lady at all.

Sometimes, even after losing all the money, people still refuse to pay their debts.

Seeing her sister like this, Zhang Yulu really didn't know what to say: "It seems that your mother died early, and no one has ever taken care of you, and no one has ever taught you how to be a lady. How did you become like this?"

Hearing her sister say this about herself, Zhang Fengxue said calmly: "As long as I live a good life, why should I care about other people's feelings? As long as I live a good life, that's enough."

Zhang Fengxue's thoughts are easily accepted in modern times, but in today's society, they are considered a manifestation of rebellion.

Zhang Yulu persuaded earnestly: "If you were to marry into your husband's family, you would be looked down upon and even beaten."

Hearing Zhang Yulu's words, Zhang Fengxue's eyes widened and pointed at herself: "Someone will hit me? Are you kidding me, sister? I am the second daughter of Yiren Villa. I have my sister and father backing me up. No one dares to do that."

Zhang Yulu sighed with emotion: "It is indeed the case. With the support of the owner of Yiren Villa and a sister who can marry into a royal merchant family, I think your life must be perfect."

Zhang Fengxue shook her head and said, "I am so lucky, so I don't have to worry about food and drink in this life. I just rely on my sister and father for help."

Hearing Zhang Fengxue say this, Zhang Yulu sighed: "I hope you will always be so happy and not know the ups and downs of the world."

Zhang Fengxue didn't want to hear this: "Don't be like an old scholar, nagging and talking a lot every day. I'm tired of listening to it."

"It will be difficult for you to listen to me in the future. I will be married to Liuzhou soon. You stay at home and take good care of yourself." Zhang Yulu was particularly worried about his sister, so he said this.

Zhang Yulu remembered something: "Sister, the cross-flower conference is held in the evening, why are you out so early?"

Zhang Fengxue shook her clothes, showed them to her sister and said, "Do you think my clothes are pretty? I asked many people to make them, and they cost me 50 taels of silver."

Zhang Yulu grabbed Zhang Fengxue's clothes and looked at the stitches carefully. The system began to remind her: "Host, the clothes are embroidered with silk and linen. It seems that few people know how to embroider this way."

The system started to send the embroidery methods. When Zhang Yulu saw them, she smiled with satisfaction.

It's a good opportunity for me to practice and see how good the embroidery skills are taught by this system.

Zhang Yulu took her basket and started sewing.

Not long after, a big peony flower was embroidered on Zhang Fengxue's cloak.

The peony flowers look lifelike from a distance, just like real peonies. Under the sunlight, the petals of the peony flowers begin to slowly unfold.

Zhang Yulu felt very magical, and Zhang Fengxue who saw it also became happy: "Sister is amazing, when will you find such a good and superb embroidery method, please give it to me when you have time."

Zhang Fengxue then showed the inside of the cloak. Surprisingly, the embroidery on both sides was exactly the same. It was obviously double-sided embroidery. There were not many people in the world who could embroider in this way.

Zhang Yulu sat on the stool and began to sigh in his heart: "Now in my own system, in addition to the way of doing business, I also have my own golden finger. I think my future will be smooth."

But she absolutely couldn't let her sister know about this, so Zhang Yulu began to fool her sister: "If you keep practicing every day, sooner or later you will be like me. This is the result of you not liking to show off your needlework."

Zhang Fengxue was afraid that her sister would continue talking, so she said with a smile, "You said that I was going to attend the cross-flower convention and it seemed like I was missing something, so could you lend me two pieces of your jewelry?"

Zhang Yulu found it very strange: "When I usually ask you to dress up, you always think these things are cumbersome and don't like to wear them on your head. Why are you so anxious now?"

Zhang Yulu recalled the hairpin she wore yesterday and looked up. Sure enough, the hairpin was worn on Zhang Fengxue's head.

The buyao looks like a lifelike phoenix, and when walking it looks like a phoenix spreading its wings.

Zhang Yulu took out a white necklace from her dowry box. Zhang Fengxue's skin looked a little white. When she put on this pearl necklace, she looked like a porcelain doll from a distance.

Zhang Fengxue was very satisfied with this masterpiece and kept praising it: "Sister is very clever and skillful. I really want to learn from her in this regard. If she gets married, I will go with her to play for a few days."

Zhang Yulu immediately began to refuse: "I don't know what the situation is in Liuzhou. If I get married there, what if the people in my husband's family are difficult to get along with? How can I take you there?"

When Zhang Yulu originally wrote the novel, there was a plot like this in which a newly married woman would be harassed by her husband's family, which was a way of intimidating her.

Zhang Fengxue heard this and began to worry about her sister: "Sister, you married him for the sake of our family's business. This is a kind of up-and-coming. Otherwise, father would not have compromised and let you marry the man who has Qiu Feng in his heart."

Hearing Zhang Fengxue say this, Zhang Yulu immediately grabbed Zhang Fengxue and said, "Don't talk like this when you go to someone else's house in the future. It makes us look like we have no manners at Yiren Villa."

Zhang Yulu thought that she must not let her sister's reputation be affected by her own inexplicable marriage.

Zhang Yulu herself felt that it was impossible for her to be happy. If the reputation of Yiren Villa was not preserved now, Zhang Fengxue would not be able to find a good husband in the future.

Ever since Zhang Yulu came into this world, the person who treats her best is her little sister. No matter in which aspect, her sister always considers her.

Zhang Fengxue remembered something: "Sister, do you still remember Lin Xuefeng?"

Thinking of that scumbag, Zhang Yulu sneered: "Don't mention that man to me again. My heart aches when I think of him. I was really blind at that time."

Hearing Zhang Yulu say this, Zhang Fengxue laughed and said, "Do you know the richest woman in the south of the city, Widow Yang?"

Zhang Yulu nodded: "I heard that Widow Yang is a very scheming person. She became a widow when she was young. Now she is middle-aged, but she has a lot of money."

Zhang Fengxue immediately started talking: "I heard from others that Lin Xuefeng is really a loser. In order to have a rich life, he left the City God Temple and was willing to marry into the widow Yang. Don't you think it's funny?"

Zhang Yulu didn't find it strange, because in his previous life, in order to be with Yang Piaopiao, he spread rumors about Zhang Yulu everywhere, saying that Zhang Yulu was not a serious person.

Faced with this situation, Zhang Yulu didn't want to say anything more, and smiled: "That's his own fault."

Zhang Fengxue immediately shook her head: "Sister, you may not know yet, this Lin Xuefeng is very shameless, the only request he made is to marry into the widow Yang's family, and he wants 500,000 taels of silver."

Five hundred thousand taels, it can be said, is enough to buy the entire city.

Zhang Yulu found it a little unbelievable: "When did Lin Xuefeng have so much money?"

Zhang Yulu also particularly agreed that Lin Xuefeng's approach was just to compromise, and there must be a bigger conspiracy behind it.

Zhang Yulu knew Lin Xuefeng quite well. He knew that this person would not make a decision easily and would always pursue his own interests no matter what he did.

Lin Xuefeng thought of one thing, which was to tell Zhang Yulu how great a person he was, and he also wanted to prove to Zhang Yulu that without him, Lin Xuefeng, Zhang Yulu would definitely not live as well as Lin Xuefeng.

The reason why Zhang Yulu was so sure? It was because before the two of them traveled through time, whenever they met on the street, he would pretend to show affection with Yang Piaopiao, just to make Zhang Yulu regret it.

Zhang Yulu doesn't think so. To Zhang Yulu, Lin Xuefeng is a nightmare. She is subconsciously obsessed with him and cannot forget him. But that is not the case now.

Zhang Yulu said firmly to her sister: "Listen to me, don't worry about me. Lin Xuefeng has no status in my eyes anymore."

Hearing her sister say this, Zhang Fengxue felt relieved: "I saw you tried to kill yourself for him before, jumping from a tree so high that your head was broken. Dad was a little worried at the time, afraid that the Liu family would know about this and then cancel the engagement."

Zhang Yulu only now figured out that it was no wonder that he felt a headache when he traveled through time. It turned out that he had been injured.

Zhang Fengxue felt that she had let something slip, so she said with an apologetic smile: "Sister, don't think about that. Daddy doesn't allow us to talk about it."

Zhang Yulu finally understood in her heart that Zhang Shaoguang must have some way of using her, so why didn't he let others tell her about it?

Zhang Yulu casually asked himself, Zhang Fengxue: "Sister, ever since I fell and broke my head, I always find myself forgetting things. Did I forget something important?"

Zhang Fengxue hesitated: "Sister, please don't think too much, your illness will be cured."

Zhang Yulu felt very strange when she heard Zhang Fengxue talking about his illness: "I am healthy all over, I have no missing limbs, and I am not feeling particularly uncomfortable. How could I be sick?"

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Zhang Fengxue immediately shut his mouth and said nothing.

This made Zhang Yulu very anxious: "Why don't you speak? What's wrong with me?"

Zhang Fengxue couldn't bear to see Zhang Yulu's anxious look, so he told her everything: "Did you want to elope with Lin Xuefeng that day? Later, my father found out and sent two servants to tie you up and bring you back. It was when we were crossing the river that you struggled."

When Zhang Fengxue reached this point, he immediately shut his mouth. He didn’t know how to describe what happened next.

Zhang Yulu had already prepared herself mentally, so she asked her sister directly: "Did I do anything embarrassing?"

Zhang Fengxue nodded: "My sister did a terrible thing for Lin Xuefeng at that time. She actually knelt in the cold river water for Lin Xuefeng, and a big wave rushed over."

Seeing Zhang Fengxue's disdainful expression, Zhang Yulu continued, "Lin Xuefeng wouldn't have thrown me into the ice water and ran away by himself, right?"

Zhang Fengxue was particularly angry when talking about this matter: "Originally, Lin Xuefeng wanted to rely on our Yiren Villa and become a son-in-law. Seeing that my father did not agree, Lin Xuefeng wanted to elope with you. It's like a fait accompli."

Lin Xuefeng really made a good move. When Zhang Yulu went to the City God Temple that day, Lin Xuefeng behaved very politely and affectionately, and almost fooled Zhang Yulu.

Unexpectedly, within a few days, word got out that Lin Xuefeng wanted to marry Widow Yang. It seemed that Lin Xuefeng wanted to use Widow Yang's prestige to fulfill his own secret.