Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 40 Look how popular she is!

Paying the gift excitedly looked at the book for Wen Mianmian, there were chrysanthemum spirits, rat spirits, snake spirits, fox spirits, etc., but it was the same, the goblins were all scholars.

"Could it be that the scholars are stupid?"

Fu Li said happily: "It's the scholar's skin that looks good, and he can write sour poems to attract girls, doesn't it mean that Zhuangyi is mostly a dog butcher, and ungrateful is a scholar?"

Wen Mianmian put down the script, "Second cousin definitely doesn't like studying, right?"

"No, your second cousin likes to study."

Fu Qian on the side said quietly, "I read a bunch of interesting anecdotes."

Fu Li laughed dryly, turned his head to meet Fu Qian with a bad face, and explained, "Brother, you are good at reading, but you must not be ungrateful, I am not talking about you."

Fu Rou bowed her head and smiled, and Wen Mianmian said quietly, "Then you can't catch the scholar and lick it hard, can you?"

A flash of light suddenly flashed in my mind. If a small piece of the newspaper was published to serialize such a small story, it would definitely attract people's attention, right?

"Second cousin, do you have a book for writing longer words?"

"Long?" Fu Li took out the bottom book, "This is, let me tell you, this is the most satisfying thing I have written, and the plot is very rich."

He took it over and looked at it twice, "Bring it back for me to see?"

"Cheng, if you like me, I'll get you two more copies."

It's like a bosom friend, smug eyes swept across Fu Qian and Fu Rou's faces, and those eyes seemed to say: Have you seen it? Some people like to read what I wrote.

Fu Rou shook her head helplessly, took Wen Mianmian's hand and stood up, "Go, come to my yard and talk."

"Hey, you can't bully your sister like that, I still have to talk to my sister."

Wen Yiqing stretched out his hand and pulled the sleeve of the gift, and said eagerly, "Second cousin, and me, I also like obedient books, and I like vixen."

Fu Li's eyes lit up, he sat down again and picked up the notebook, "Come here, let the second cousin tell you a good story, this vixen is very beautiful."

Fu Qian shook his head helplessly, sat on the side drinking tea, and listened to Fu Li's ramble to poison his ears.

Fu Rou's bedroom is simple and refreshing. On the long table in front of the window is a vase painted with plum blossoms and magpies. There are a few flowers in it, which are really beautiful in the sun.

"Come on, have some tea."

Fu Rou holds the pot, her movements are very elegant, the tea ding dong, the water droplets splash slightly, Wen Mianmian appreciates it carefully, and thinks that her cousin's frown and smile are so beautiful.

"Cousin, you look good."

Fu Rou was slightly stunned, her ears were a little red, and there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, "Mianmian also looks good."

Pushing the teacup in front of her, she asked worriedly, "As soon as I came back, I heard that you are going to get married in August, and it's not even close to your wedding dress. How can you get sick?"

Wen Mianmian imitated her appearance and held up the tea cup gracefully, and said with a smile, "Everyone has good and bad luck. As for me getting married, it is probably fate, and I think it's pretty good."

"King Annan is good-looking, and the mansion is rich and noble. The key is that there is a wall away from my house. When I go back to my mother's house and walk out the door, I can get there. There is no such a good choice."

Fu Rou put down the tea cup and stepped forward a little, "Cousin-in-law is really that nice?"

Wen Mianmian nodded again and again, thinking about the embarrassment of not being able to find her boyfriend in the past, but now the distribution of this kind of bag is simply too good, and you can get it without worrying about anything.

Seeing this, Fu Rou stopped talking, and talked about the interesting things about Xiangzhou.

Mrs. Fu in the front yard was also talking to Mrs. Wen about this. Mrs. Fu said worriedly, "Then King Annan is sixteen or seventeen, is there a concubine in the mansion?"

"This Mianmian hasn't reached the wedding yet, and he can't consummate the marriage. What should I do if I'm bullied in the future?"

Mrs. Wen smiled at her worries. The Fu family had been away from Beijing for a few years and didn't know the situation in the capital, so she lowered her voice and said, "As long as her father doesn't fall, things like being bullied are unlikely to happen."

"And Mianmian's temperament is not something that can be bullied."

Mrs. Fu hesitated. Goodbye this time, Wen Mianmian's character has changed greatly, why has the second sister changed, then Wen Mian really has such great power?
Fu Youxian didn't come back until noon, and Wen Mianmian, who was still talking to Fu Rou in the room, stood up happily, "Uncle is back."

"I'm going to greet my uncle."

Fu Rou got up and held her, "I'll lead you there."

In the front yard, a warm and touching scene of brother and sister meeting is being staged. Of course, it is Mrs. Wen who is crying. She has a happy smile on her face, but tears cannot stop flowing. already."

With just those words, Mrs. Wen began to cry again.

She was widowed and widowed, and her eldest brother was afraid that their mother and son would be bullied and brought her back regardless of outside discussions;

Her sister died of illness, and before her death, she arranged the rest of her life for her, making her the wife of General Wen Sheng as a widow.
In this world, perhaps no one has ever treated her so well.

He closed his eyes and said with a smile, "I haven't seen my big brother for many years. I don't know what to say when I'm happy, so I just cried."

"How are you doing, eldest brother, these past few years?"

Fu Youxian sat down, "Everything is fine, but you, how are you at Fu's house?"

"Okay, everything is fine."

Just as there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, Fu Qian arrived with his younger siblings.

"Uncle, here we come~"

Wen Mianmian greeted him as soon as he entered the door, and dragged Wen Yiqing forward to greet Fu Youxian, "I have seen my uncle, uncle is well."

"Okay, okay." Fu Youxian looked up and down the two siblings, full of admiration, "They have grown so big, okay, okay.

Fu Youxian is nearly forty years old. He wears a lake blue robe, has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and has a dignified appearance. He looks at the Wen Mianmian sister and brother with a bit of happiness and elegance, and he is at least five or six points from Fu Qian. It is similar to Xiao's mother, but the gift is more.

"Mianmian has grown into a big girl."

Thinking of the eldest sister who passed away early, Fu Youxian sighed and couldn't help recalling the time when the eldest sister was still there.

"You were naughty when you were young. I thought that as you got older, you would become a quiet girl like your mother. Who knows, you will become more and more naughty."

"Is it still so skinny now?"

When I think about this girl without her mother, she is like a little hedgehog. Anyone who sees her will be stabbed all over. Now, she is much more obedient, and she looks more and more like her deceased mother.

"Uncle, I'm good now, I'm not skinny at all." Wen Mianmian smiled and held Mrs. Wen's arm affectionately, "If you don't believe me, you can ask your mother."

With a smile on her face, Mrs. Wen hurriedly testified to her, "Yes, Mianmian is well-behaved and sensible now, which is rare."

"I also testify." Wen Yiqing jumped up and said anxiously, "Sister is the best."

Wen Mianmian raised her head proudly, lo and behold, how popular she is!
Seeing this, both Fu Youxian and Mrs. Fu laughed, as did Fu Qian's brothers and sisters. The somewhat unfamiliar atmosphere in the room was washed away, and it was harmonious.

(End of this chapter)