Quick Wear Peace

At this moment, Fu Guanbao's desire to protect surged up in his heart. He waved his cell phone and grabbed An Ning's shoulder.

"Don't worry, my lady, I will definitely treat you well." He vowed.

"Madam—"

An Ning suddenly heard the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling outside, as well as the voices of servants trying to persuade and stop them.

She opened the door and saw a scene outside that made her want to cry.

Fu Guanbao was wearing a robe made of fine fabric, which had many creases on it, and he had no idea where the folding fan he always carried had been thrown.

Master Fu held a big wooden stick in his hand and waved it vigorously, shouting, "Stop right there, you damn boy. You just mess around all day long..."

He was breathing heavily, and the housekeeper and servants followed closely behind him for fear that something might happen.

After seeing An Ning coming out, Fu Guanbao turned around, ran behind An Ning, and curled up his body behind her.

Master Fu put down the stick in his hand, leaned on the ground, and gasped. The butler behind him patted Master Fu's chest lightly, trying to calm him down.

"Dad, what's going on?"

An Ning walked over, and Fu Guanbao followed closely behind her.

Mr. Fu didn't want to lose his temper with An Ning, so he glared at Fu Guanbao, threw down the stick in his hand and turned away.

An Ning looked at Fu Guanbao who was looking aggrieved behind her, confused and asked, "What's going on?" she said to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper pointed outside impatiently, "Madam, you should go and take a look."

An Ning followed the butler and saw that the plaque had been changed long ago. A white bouquet was placed on the plaque, and it was clearly written "Ride a Crane to the West".

"I also had good intentions. My father praised Dong Yong as a filial son, and I am also a filial son, so I spent thirty taels of silver to buy it."

Fu Guanbao felt proud when he thought of his great achievements.

"Don't blame your father for beating you. If you were my son, I would beat you to death too." An Ning sighed.

If it was his own son, he might have beaten him to death with his whip, but Mr. Fu showed mercy.

An Ning ordered the servants to take down the plaque, and Fu Guanbao next to him was also full of grievances.

An Ning sighed softly, walked to Fu Guanbao, and patiently explained, "Driving to the west with a crane means that this person is dead. Imagine if someone gave you a plaque saying you were going to die, how would you feel?"

"Who dares to curse this young master?" Fu Guanbao thought about what An Ning said and instantly frowned in unhappiness.

"You wouldn't be happy to be given such a plaque, let alone Dad."

This is due to lack of education.

It seems that in the future I will not only need to learn to read, but also read more books.

Fu Guanbao touched his back and had a bad feeling.

"I also want to be filial to my father." Fu Guanbao's face was full of grievance.

"I know, I know. In a little while, ask the housekeeper to take you to the bookstore to buy some books. I believe that Dad will be happy to see you studying hard."

An Ning touched Fu Guanbao’s dog head.

It feels like having a son.

Fu Guanbao looked at An Ning with resentment, "Madam, you know that I hate reading the most."

"I know there's a fortune teller on the street who's very accurate. Let's go get his fortune told. If he says you're not destined to study, then we won't study."

An Ning thought of a fortune teller on the street who was particularly good at deceiving people.

He gave the butler a covert look, and the butler immediately turned around and whispered something in the ear of a servant behind him.

The servant left quickly.

"Okay." Fu Guanbao nodded.

No matter how you calculate it, he is simply not cut out for studying.

When they got to the fortune teller, he carefully observed Fu Guanbao's face and was shocked. "Master, please stretch out your hand so I can take a closer look."

Fu Guanbao glanced at An Ning, who nodded and stretched out her hand.

The fortune teller looked at it carefully, stretched out his fingers, pinched them, opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and then looked at Fu Guanbao's palm carefully.

"What will my future be like?" Fu Guanbao's mood gradually rose and fell as the fortuneteller's expression told him.

An Ning sighed, this guy's acting skills are really good. If he hadn't known that she had given him money, she would have been deceived.

After a moment's hesitation, he said, "You are destined to be the top scholar."

An Ning nodded at the side. Even if he was a picked-up top scholar and didn't hold the position for long, he was still destined to be the top scholar.

Fu Guanbao withdrew his hand, shook the fan in his hand continuously, and sneered.

"I don't know what I am like. I am not a good student at all."

"You can't talk about tutoring like that. This master is a well-known fortune teller in the area." An Ning showed a look of disapproval.

"Really?" Fu Guanbao closed the fan in his hand and looked at the fortune teller in shock.

The fortune teller looked unfathomable, and it was obvious that he had fooled the not-so-educated Fu Guanbao.

"Madam, I'm going to the bookstore now to buy some books and read them."

Fu Guanbao left excitedly with his butler.

An Ning returned home and came to the accounting office. Mr. Fu knew that Dong Yong was very talented, so he recruited him to the accounting office to manage the family accounts.

An Ning held a cup of tea in her hand and looked at Dong Yong who was working seriously. She sighed again and wondered why the Seventh Princess fell in love with him.

"Brother-in-law, you must be tired from looking at so many account books. Come, have some tea."

An Ning put the tea in her hand on the table, moved closer to Dong Yong, and looked at the account book in his hand, but her attention was all on Dong Yong.

The hair hung down from her shoulders, and the breeze blew gently, lifting her hair. The unique scent of flowers filled Dong Yong's nose.

Dong Yong quickly stood up and took a few steps back, his face full of panic. He lowered his head and clasped his hands together, "Young Madam, please respect yourself."

An Ning blinked her eyes. It seemed like she didn't do anything. Just now, she was also keeping the distance between the two of them.

"Brother-in-law, what are you talking about?" An Ning's face was full of innocence.

Now the issue of the Seventh Princess' identity must be revealed, which will deepen the relationship between the two people.

There is no plot in which Zhang Qiaozui poisons Mr. Fu to death and the Seventh Princess revives Mr. Fu, but the Seventh Princess still reveals many flaws in front of Dong Yong.

Dong Yong lowered his head and said no more.

Fu Guanbao was right, he was really a fool.

An Ning closed the door of the accounting office and asked, "Madam, what do you want to do?"

Seeing An Ning's actions, Dong Yong felt a little flustered, as if he was a good man who was being bullied.

"I'll tell you one thing. I can't bear to deceive you."

An Ning sat in the chair with a serious expression on her face, looking at Dong Yong with eyes full of sympathy.