The Prime Minister's delicate wife can control her husband

Everyone looked at the dress, which was made of Hetian jade embellished with gold thread. Its price was probably equal to the wealth accumulated by everyone present in their lifetime.

"It seems that Wu Jingui really wants to kill this beautiful lady." The people around him whispered.

The perceptive man had already brought a chair, brewed a pot of tea, and attentively handed the cup of tea to Wu Jingui.

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Wu Jingui spoke again as the Wu family looked determined to win.

"Jiao Niang has thought it through. Now we can continue to settle the matter privately."

"This dress looks quite expensive. How do you think we can settle it privately?"

Jiao Niang glanced at the boy, moved her eyes behind her and found Yuzhu, then continued to look at Wu Jingui.

"No problem! As long as you agree to settle it privately, it won't be too late for me to tell you later."

Wu Jingui said that he wanted to touch the beautiful girl's hands.

Song Fengren immediately pushed Wu Jingui's hand away and stood in front of Jiao Niang.

"Mr. Wu, you dare not speak out, it can't be something dirty, right? In our Great Zhou law, those who do dirty things will be whipped."

"I said we'll settle it privately, so it must be known only to her and me. Let me ask you again, are you willing to settle it privately?!"

The man next to him grabbed the boy's neck and gradually applied force, but the boy remained stubborn and said nothing.

"Boss, take that piece of clothing down!"

Jiao Niang shouted loudly, I want to see what tricks this turtle can play next!

"Okay, this lady."

After saying that, he turned around and greeted the clerk in the store.

The clerk stared at the two of them, and Song Fengren raised her hand to signal, and she walked upstairs to get the clothes.

Wu Jingui was drinking the tea in his cup casually when he saw the clerk taking off the clothes.

"My dear lady and the new shopkeeper, don't blame me, Wu Jingui, for not reminding you. This piece of brocade was custom-made by the owner of Zuiyan Tower. You two should think it over carefully."

"What? It's actually the clothing of the owner of Zuiyan Tower. This Wu Jingui is really calculating!"

The onlookers were whispering.

"Who cares what the lousy OP is! As long as I want something, I can get it!"

Jiao Niang's words instantly caused an uproar in the crowd.

"I'm afraid this pretty girl is not a field girl, she's not even afraid of Zuiyan Tower!"

"She looks pretty. Could she be the daughter of a high-ranking official in the capital city? She wants to deliberately experience the life of an ordinary person?"

"I see that boy is so tough, his bearing is not comparable to that of ordinary people, maybe he is really from the capital!"

......

Everyone around was discussing the identities of the girl and the boy.

Wu Jingui heard their whispers and looked at Jiaoniang again.

"Could it be that he is really from the capital? If so, I'm afraid I'll really get into trouble."

Jiao Niang saw that Wugui's eyes were a little wandering, and she murmured in her heart, "Oh! I didn't expect that I could scare him like this!"

"Shopkeeper, hand this dress to this young man. I am not afraid of the owner of Zuiyan Tower. If the owner knew that his dress was worn by someone else, I am afraid that person would have a hard time!"

Wu Jingui was stunned, and immediately turned to her and raised his fist, "I didn't know Miss Jingcheng was here. I was offended before, I hope Miss will forgive me!"

Then she looked at the man, and the man wisely let go of the boy. When the boy was about to run away, he was stopped by the beautiful woman.

"Brother, come here!"

Jiao Niang held him with both hands, checked his external injuries, and took the opportunity to whisper: "Finish this play, and I will give you justice!"

Jiao Niang took the dress, put it directly on the boy, and asked Wu Jingui questions in a royal sister's voice.

"I have done what I promised you. Do you have to fulfill your promise to me as well?" He pointed at the white flour buns that the men were carrying.

"Miss, my uncle is also an official in the capital like your father. Do you think it would be better to just let this matter go?"

Wu Jingui added softly, "Miss, please give me some face! Don't let it be a lie. Don't let it be discovered that it was the flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple."

"Just apologize to my brother, and everything will be fine from now on!"

Hearing Jiao Niang's answer, Wu Jingui cleared his throat and apologized to everyone in a clear and loud voice.

When the onlookers saw that the matter was over, they all dispersed. Wu Jingui also left after leaving a few silver bills.

While Song Fengren and the clerk were not paying attention, Jiao Niang took out a sanitary napkin from her space, dipped it in tea, and wiped the boy's face a few times.

"He's really quite handsome!"

He also asked a tailor named Song to make him a set of clothes, gave him some silver, and let him leave after agreeing on a time to pick up the clothes.

The boy suddenly stood up, knelt on the ground, hugged his daughter and cried, "Sister, sister."

Jiao Niang's heart softened when she was called "sister" twice, and she immediately looked at Song Fengren.

Song Fengren also understood Jiaoniang's meaning instantly, "You can stay in our Jinxiufang and work to redeem yourself when you grow up."

When Jiao Niang heard Song Fengren's fake and scary words, she also confirmed it seriously to the boy.

"You've heard it too. Stay in Jinxiufang. You can redeem yourself when you grow up and have a job. It's up to you to decide!"

"I want to stay! I will protect my two sisters when I grow up."

He looked at them with a determined look, "My two sisters, I will go to the temple outside the city first... I will pack up and come back later."

"Go, and don't forget the way back!"

...

"Madam, why are you so sure that man is not a thief?" asked Song Tailor while cutting cloth.

"Look at that child's hands, they are dirty. Then look at the white flour bun. If he really stole it, would the white flour bun still be white?"

"Madam, are you really not afraid that the owner of Zuiyan Tower will cause trouble for you?"

Song Fengren continued to ask from the side.

Jiao Niang watched her cutting skillfully and asked, "Could it be that Yan Lang didn't tell him his identity?"

He immediately showed a relieved expression, "Who cares about the landlord! As long as the clothes are in my Yan Lang shop, they are mine. We just don't tell anyone."

After hearing Jiaoniang's answer, Song Fengren hesitated for a moment, then shouted to everyone in Jinxiufang, "Don't spread what happened today! Keep your mouths shut."

She continued to lower her head and tidied the clothes in her hands, "It seems that Yan Sheng did not tell her his identity! He almost revealed Yan Sheng's identity to her."

...

The boy was spotted by someone from the Wu family on his way out of the city.

"Go follow him and find out who he really is?!"

Wu Jingui said coldly from his perch high up in the brothel, "There is no one in Xingwen County that I, Wu Jingui, dare not offend!"

After a while, the man who was out ran back in a hurry and whispered to Wu Jingui.

"Are you sure?!"

"I saw it with my own eyes! If you don't believe me, I can arrest him and ask him in person!"

"Okay! That crazy woman actually managed to scare me. Come with me and capture that woman. I want to make these two siblings slaves and prostitutes!"

Seeing that she had nothing to do at Jinxiufang, Jiao Niang chatted with Song Fengren for a few more words before leaving for home.

After Jiao Niang left, Song Fengren opened the window in the attic and hung out white lanterns.

After a while, there were three long and two short knocks on the door.

"Who?"

Song Fengren asked as he touched the dagger under the chopping board.

"Senior Sister, it's me!"