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Rich Mansion.

"Come here quickly!" Fu Cheng was in excruciating pain. Looking at the trembling woman, he was furious. He gritted his teeth, grabbed the woman's wrist, and pulled her towards him. "Where's the medicine?"

Jia Ping knelt on the ground and took a deep breath.

She cupped her hands together: "Here."

The moment she hit the ground, her knees were numb, but it was still far less painful than when Fu Cheng hit her. She gritted her teeth and stood up.

"Master, I'll put it on for you."

After applying the plaster on my back, I felt comfortable after a while.

Fu Cheng was full of desire, but his mind was in turmoil and his waist was injured. He just held Jia Ping's hand and touched the back of her hand, seeing that she was as timid as a mouse.

He frowned: "I'm not going to eat you, why are you so far away from me?"

Jia Ping bit her lower lip tightly and said, "I'm afraid the smell of my body will bother you."

It did smell earthy, so Fu Cheng restrained himself a little.

He asked curiously, "Didn't the woman come with you?"

Jia Ping whispered, "She said she'd come back in a few days. This ointment is quite expensive, so she must be asking for money. Master, did you feel comfortable with my massage?"

Fu Cheng nodded with satisfaction and closed his eyes.

I didn't sleep all night last night.

"good."

"Then sir, what should I do when I want to give you a massage? Can I come anytime?" Jia Ping asked softly.

Fu Cheng nodded: "As long as you don't run around, you can do whatever you want in the mansion, but you have to come and apply the plaster on me and massage my waist every day."

After getting permission, Jiaping left with lighter steps.

According to the Prime Minister's wife's instructions, she wanted to find a few people, but when she was distracted, she bumped into someone.

"Hey, it hurts."

"Why are you pretending?" Qu Zhou rolled her eyes and twisted her waist. "I came to see the master. Open the door."

Jia Ping raised her head and said, "Don't open it. The master is recuperating."

The maid who was about to open the door stopped moving after hearing Jia Ping's order. She lowered her head and waited quietly for Aunt Qu to get angry.

"You little bitch, you want to ride on my head?" Qu Zhou raised his hand and wanted to slap her, but his hand was held by Jia Ping. How come this little bitch has changed after just a few days of not seeing her?

In fact, Jiaping was very scared.

She swallowed nervously and took a deep breath.

"The master is resting, let's not disturb him here. If you have the guts, go back to the house and try it out."

A dark light flashed in Qu Zhou's eyes: "Do you think I'm afraid of you? Go away."

The two pushed and shoved their way into Jiaping's room.

Jia Ping lifted the cup on the table and smashed it to the ground. As it made a crisp sound, she whispered, "The Prime Minister's wife asked me to come find you."

"Madam Prime Minister?" Qu Zhou frowned, searching her mind. "Is it the person who entered the palace that day?"

Jia Ping nodded, "Madam said that although you looked fierce when you drove them away that day, you were kind-hearted in order to prevent them from falling into this wolf's den."

boom!

She threw another teacup to the ground.

The servants passed by one after another and looked at the two figures who seemed to be fighting inside. They shook their heads helplessly. Could Jia Ping's small body withstand the beating from Concubine Qu?

Qu Zhou's eyes reddened: "What should I do?"

These days, she hid her emotions very well, and even Fu Cheng didn't notice anything. He just thought she was a stupid woman who was throwing a tantrum to win favor. But if she wanted to protect herself in the mansion, she had to pretend.

Whoever can pretend to the end wins.

The price is losing yourself, losing your youth, and losing your heart.

Jia Ping whispered a few words in her ear, looked at her and nodded, then stepped back and said, "I'm not afraid of you anymore. The master likes me now!"

Qu Zhou ruffled his hair, curled up the corners of his mouth, pushed the door open angrily and ran out.

"Little bitch, just wait for me."

She lost her balance and nearly fell.

Looking at the mocking eyes of the servants, she scolded, "What are you looking at?"

I am happy!

-

Chenjiacun.

Jia Yihe was slapped and cried for the whole afternoon. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She cried and shouted, "Mom, my daughter's innocence is ruined! How can I get married?"

Ma Ying coaxed her distressedly, "My dear daughter, don't cry. You will marry a noble man in the future."

Speaking of this, Jia Yihe became even angrier.

She frowned and complained.

"High-ranking officials, high-ranking officials, are there any high-ranking officials in our village? I've waited for so many years, but I haven't even seen an official! If I keep waiting, your daughter will become an old maid!"

Other people’s daughters have all gotten married and started their own families, and bring good things home every year.

Ma Ying was envious and anxious. She gritted her teeth and said, "If it really doesn't work out, I'll just be the county magistrate's concubine!"

Jia Yihe's eyes widened in shock, "She's the same age as my father! How can I marry her? Mom, are you crazy?"

Ma Ying's face turned unhappy: "So what do you want?"

"I want to marry Mingheng." Jia Yihe clenched her fists and said, "I don't think he's an ordinary person. This group of people don't look like people in need. They look like they're here to do business."

Early the next morning.

The Jia family took the matchmaker to Mingheng's house.

Ming Heng frowned: "I don't know her, I won't marry her."

The matchmaker, her makeup thick and red, said flatteringly, "Oh, you're not young anymore, it's time to get married. Jia Yihe is the most beautiful girl in our village, so just agree to it!"

"I have a wife." Ming Heng looked behind him. "Is it okay?"

Zhongqin came over, carrying a bamboo basket, and said, "It's done."

She walked out of the house and locked the gate.

She pursed her lips awkwardly. Last night she had discussed with Mingheng that in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, they would no longer address each other as brother and sister, but pretend to be husband and wife like Miss Bai.

Jia Yihe couldn't hold back her reserve any longer, "Aren't you brother and sister?"

The two said in unison.

"It's not a kiss."

"I don't believe it!" Jia Yihe's eyes darkened as he roared behind them, "If you were husband and wife, you would be very close. Stop pretending. I'll be watching you the whole time."

Just follow me when I say follow me.

She was only four or five steps away from them.

"You two are so far apart, did you just meet?! You're not even a couple!"

Ming Heng extended his hand: "Come on."

Zhongqin looked at his hand and felt her neck getting hot. As a secret guard, she could do anything for her master, except for such a simple thing.

It’s so difficult.

Place your hand in his palm.

Jia Yihe ran away in anger.

Zhongqin asked uncomfortably, "Can I let go now?"

"Wait a moment." Mingheng's hands were stiff. If he wasn't so strong, he would have been so nervous that he would have lost his balance. "I'm afraid she hasn't gone far yet."

Jiusu was sitting on a round stool, tying ropes with Aunt Zhang and the others. She looked up at the two people who came hand in hand and blinked: "Aunt, are they holding hands?"

"Yes." Aunt Zhang smiled knowingly, "Young people are really nice."

Seeing the two approaching, Jiusu held up his chin and asked, "Zhongqin, are you two talking?"

Zhongqin explained, "Jia Yihe found a matchmaker and wanted to marry Mingheng. To avoid trouble, we pretended to be husband and wife."

Jiusu raised an eyebrow, pointed at their hands, and teased, "Then why are you two still holding hands?"