After entering the wrong bridal chamber, I went to farm with the powerful minister

The woman in front of him was wearing floral clothes, with dark skin and a red face. Her eyes glanced at her brother from time to time.

One look showed that this woman has not given up on her brother yet.

Fu Nanyao pursed her lips and limped to the kitchen.

Li Zheng walked a few steps quickly to Fu Ciyi: "Master, a new document has come down, and this time it is clearly written with Master's name on it."

Fu Ciyi nodded slightly: "This matter has been resolved."

The Li Zheng girl walked slowly, with her head lowered and looking shy, but as long as others didn't pay attention to her, she would stare at Fu Ciyi closely.

Fu Nan took a long look at the pretty girl, stepped into the kitchen, and whispered a few words into Yan Funing's ear.

Yan Funing stuffed two sticks of firewood into the stove and clapped her hands: "What is she here for?"

"What else can I do? I'm interested in my brother." Fu Nanyao lowered her voice, "Sister-in-law, my brother is not on the paperwork, it was Li Zheng who said it. Now that things are settled, do you think Li Zheng will take the credit and take the opportunity to stuff his daughter? To my brother?"

Yan Funing was startled: "Do you mean to allow your daughter to be a concubine?"

Fu Nanyao asked back: "What's impossible? My brother is good-looking and knowledgeable. Li Zheng felt that he had a future, so he sent his daughter here."

Yan Funing shook her head, Fu Ciyi was so blessed.

Seeing her silence, Fu Nan said anxiously: "Sister-in-law, aren't you worried or anxious?"

Yan Funing washed her hands, opened the lid of the pot, and used a spatula to stir up the vegetables in the pot: "Why am I in a hurry?"

"There are many women around my brother."

"Fu Nanyao, let me ask you, who is more beautiful between me and daughter Li Zheng?"

"Of course my sister-in-law is pretty."

"But your brother doesn't like me. He has high standards. I think he probably doesn't like upright girls either."

Fu Nanyao was stunned for a moment and said casually: "What if my brother has a unique taste and likes people with dark skin."

Yan Funing smiled lightly: "If he really likes the right girl, what do you think I should do? I don't want to tan my skin."

Fu Nanyao laughed: "That brother is blind."

Yan Funing whispered: "Let me tell you, there are people who really like the kind of people who look quite individual. Everyone has different aesthetics. Your brother's preferences may be quite special."

"Isn't it?" Fu Nanyao couldn't help biting her knuckles, "Is my brother's taste really unique?"

The two came together, whispered a few words, and then looked at each other and smiled.

Completely unaware that Fu Ciyi had been standing at the door of the kitchen for a long time.

It was Yan Funing who accidentally caught a glimpse of it when she put the pot lid on the shelf.

"How long have you been standing?"

The corners of her lips twitched and she smiled awkwardly.

Fu Ciyi's eyes narrowed and he asked Fu Nanyao: "I have a unique taste, am I blind?"

Fu Nanyao froze and turned around slowly: "Brother, brother, I didn't mean that. What I meant was that the daughter of Li Zheng knew you had a wife, but she still came up to you again and again, shameless."

After saying that, she dragged her lame leg past her brother and went to the hall to seek shelter from her mother as if she was running away.

"Fu Ciyi, don't pay attention to what we just said." Yan Funing turned around and let out a long breath.

Low pressure began to appear at the door of the kitchen, heading towards the stove.

Yan Funing's body trembled unconsciously.

She always felt a chill approaching her back.

Sure enough, Fu Ciyi's voice came to my ears: "Are you good-looking?"

The man's cool breath fell on her earlobe, and she took a step to the side in panic: "I don't look good."

Could this guy really be interested in an honest girl and take it out on her?

She swallowed hurriedly, lowered her eyes and said to herself: "Girl Zheng is very pretty. Nan Yao and I were joking just now. Don't mind."

After that, she started to serve the dishes.I hope that my busy appearance can make him leave me for a while.

Unexpectedly, he stood directly beside her.

The tall body carried a natural sense of oppression, pouring out from above her head.

Yan Funing boldly faced him face to face: "Can you help me serve the food?"

He knew that she was afraid of getting burned, so he would probably agree.

Unexpectedly, he didn't answer the question at this moment, let alone help serve the food.

Yan Funing muttered: "If you don't want to help, I won't help. I'll wrap it up in two cotton towels."

As soon as she finished speaking, her chin was pinched by him.

Fu Ciyi's slender jade-like fingers pinched her delicate chin tightly, forcing her to look at him: "Yan Funing, listen carefully, I don't like women with dark skin."

It was clearly a clear and beautiful voice, but it had a stern air.

There seemed to be a dark air lingering in those indifferent Ruifeng eyes.

Yan Funing was so frightened that her little heart stopped beating.

Fu Ciyi moved his mandible. The girl in front of him had a hibiscus-like face and creamy skin. She was indeed very beautiful.

Unable to help himself, he increased his strength.

With just a little bit of force, her delicate cherry red lips opened slightly, making his eyebrows rise.

He quickly stopped and walked out of the kitchen with a flick of his sleeves.

He ordered in a cold voice: "Beimo Ali, go to the kitchen and serve the dishes."

Yan Funing patted her racing heart and pinched her chin, who was it, as if he wanted to eat her.

Regardless of what Fu Nanyao said, what did she say that offended him?
Could it be the saying about who looks better between her and Li Zheng's daughter?
Otherwise, why would he ask her if she was good-looking?

After this, Yan Funing and Fu Nanyao were very quiet during dinner.

The two of them sat on the same bench, neither of them dared to look at Fu Ciyi.

Fu Ciyi took the jar of wine that Li Xinheng gave him last time from the table next to the wall, opened it and poured a bowl for Li Xinheng and himself.

Yan Funing opened her mouth to persuade her not to get drunk, but she didn't dare to speak.

Fu Nanyao wanted to ask Li Zheng's daughter why she came with her father, but she didn't dare to ask.

The sister-in-law and sister-in-law looked at each other and buried their heads in eating.

But Li Xinheng smiled and said: "Master, we only drank one bowl today. We were drunk last time and couldn't get up the next morning. Tomorrow I will go into the mountains with the girl to dig for medicinal materials."

Fu Ciyi nodded and said calmly: "Li Zheng came today. He first said that my name is already on the document, and then talked about this year's imperial palace meeting to select girls and maids. Show girls are usually selected from the daughters of officials at all levels. In the case of maids, They will be chosen from among the people.”

Li Xinheng said: "Just now Li Zheng said that his daughter should choose a family to marry as soon as possible or enter the palace. If Li Zheng's daughter enters the palace, will she be a show girl or a palace maid?"

"Palace lady." Fu Ciyi said, "You are looking for me. I hope I can give you some advice. Is it better to send her to the palace or find a husband as soon as possible?"

While speaking, he looked at Yan Funing.

Wan Niang was nervous for a while: "What about our family?"

Fu Ciyi said calmly: "Our family has nothing to do. Funing is my wife. Nan Yao has limited legs and feet, so she is not qualified."

Wan Niang was relieved: "If we were still in the Fu Mansion and Nan Yao's legs and feet were sharp, Fu Zhengqing would definitely send Nan Yao to the palace."

Fu Zhengqing only has one son, and Fu Nanyao is considered his niece.

If the magistrate of Ling County wants to produce a beautiful girl, the only candidate is Nan Yao.

Now that I think about it, it's not a bad thing that Nan Yao is lame.

When Fu Nanyao heard this, for the first time in her life, she didn't think that being lame was a bad thing. (End of chapter)