If the business woman does not help the poor, the villain's dream of prosperity will be shatter

As soon as Fu Yan finished speaking, Xiao Cheng's face turned pale.

He stared blankly at the two people hugging each other, his body swaying.

Li Youlin saw it from the corner of his eye, put his hand on his shoulder and patted him gently.

Xiao Cheng woke up as if from a dream, turned to Li Youlin and gave him a hasty smile, then took a deep breath and quickly composed himself.

Qin Shu had already stepped back, let go of Fu Rong, looked at his official uniform and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Master Fu. Congratulations, Master Fu. Master Fu is now really on the rise in his career."

Fu Ying laughed and raised his hand to stroke Qin Shu's hair. "What are you talking about? If we were to say who has a bright future here, it would be our top scholar."

Qin Shu congratulated Ji Jue again.

Li Youlin and Xiao Cheng also joined in the fun and made some jokes.

Fu Rong is right.

To serve as an official in the court, civil officials still had to rely on imperial examinations.

Although Fu Rong was promoted by the emperor to the position of Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, he had neither former classmates nor a mentor.

He has no connections in the court.

Even if the new emperor uses him in the future, his say in the court will be far less than that of scholars like Ji Jue who took the imperial examinations.

Especially since Ji Jue is now the grandson-in-law of Grand Tutor Cao, within a few years, he will be able to enter the center of power in the court.

Qin Shu smiled as she looked at Ji Jue, who was still humble, polite and gentle, and thought that this was the treatment that Mr. Ruyu should receive.

That Liu Weiran...

Perhaps someone like Ji Jue, even a piece of rotten wood, can be transformed into magic in his hands.

Qin Shu had the shop closed and booked a banquet from the most famous restaurant in the capital. Four tables were set up in the backyard, and Zhu Zhi, Mo Laowu, Dong Shun and others also sat down.

Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks, he heard a hearty laugh coming from outside the door, "My dear Qin, you are hosting a banquet today, how can you leave me out?"

Qin Shu and Ji Jue both stood up excitedly.

Zheng Zhun walked in with a pot of wine in his hand, smiling, "My dear Qin, you won't blame me for coming here uninvited, right?"

Qin Shu bowed quickly, "Old sir, you are joking. I am very happy that you are willing to come."

Ji Jue and others also stepped forward and saluted.

After they sat down again, they clinked glasses and drank happily.

For a moment, Qin Shu seemed to have returned to the time when the new grain was harvested in Gushan Manor.

Although times have changed, my old friends are still here.

She is getting closer and closer to the goal in her heart!

After the banquet, Xiao Cheng was drunk, Zheng Zhun was also very drunk, Qin Shu and Zhou Wan were both slightly tipsy.

Ji Jue's expression did not change, but his eyes were surprisingly bright. Apart from his slightly shaky steps, he did not look drunk at all.

Li Youlin sent Xiao Cheng and Ji Jue back home, and Wuyang Marquis's mansion sent servants and maids to pick up Zhou Wan.

Zheng Zhun simply stayed in the guest room.

After the guests left the party, only Fu Rong and Qin Shu were left facing each other in the room.

Qingliu fetched some water and helped Qin Shu wash and change her clothes.

After Qin Shu drank a few sips of the spiritual spring water, her drunkenness disappeared completely.

After waiting for a while, the door opened slightly and Fu Ying walked in wearing a light shirt and with loose hair.

Qingliu glanced at Qin Shu subconsciously.

Qin Shu waved at her, and Qingliu quietly retreated, closing the door.

Qin Shu felt uneasy at the heat in Fu Ying's eyes, so she stood up and walked to the table to pour him tea.

Before she picked up the teapot, a hand reached out and held hers.

Fu Rong hugged Qin Shu from behind, buried his face in her shoulder, and called out in a hoarse voice: "Shu'er?"

Qin Shu stroked his face with her backhand and said softly, "Ah, what's wrong?"

Fu Ying grabbed Qin Shu's shoulders, turned her towards him, looked into her eyes, and said seriously, "Shu'er, next year, when you are out of mourning, we will get married, okay?"

Qin Shu didn't answer, but raised her hand to stroke his face.

The man who had just showered had a slightly cool and damp face.

The hard stubble under my palm pricked my palm slightly, and the numb feeling went up my arm and into my heart.

Not sure if it was the alcohol or Fu Ying’s affectionate eyes, but Qin Shu couldn’t help but stand on tiptoe, hold his face with both hands, and press her lips against his.

Well, the lips are cool and soft, with a faint scent of tea.

As if bewitched by the excellent taste, Qin Shu opened her mouth and gently bit the elastic and smooth lips with the tip of her teeth.

Fu Yan's body trembled. He stretched out his hands and rubbed Qin Shu tightly in his arms. He lowered his head and quickly took the initiative.

After being teased, Qin Shu wanted to escape, but Fu Ying held the back of her head, knocked her teeth open, and quickly occupied her mouth.

There seemed to be a fire spreading and burning where their bodies were touching. In the quiet room, there was only the sound of their breathing becoming heavier.

Just when Qin Shu felt she was about to faint, Fu Ying suddenly stopped and pressed her hard into his arms.

Above his head was his suppressed breathing.

Their bodies were pressed together, so Qin Shu could naturally sense the changes in Fu Ying's body.

Qin Shu gently stroked Fu Rong's back and whispered, "A Rong, if you want, I..."

Fu Rong tightened his arms, rubbed his face against Qin Shu's temples, and sighed, "Wait until we get married. Shu'er, I want three matchmakers, six betrothals, and eight sedan chairs to welcome you into my Fu family and make you my Fu Rong's wife."

Qin Shu's eyes were slightly moist. She stretched out her arms, wrapped them around Fu Ying's waist, and buried her face in his arms.

Fu Ying looked at her and felt a pang in his heart. He asked in a lost voice, "Shu'er, what happened?"

Qin Shu sighed inwardly: because she could no longer see clearly where her future path would lie.

The emperor finally became suspicious of her and Fu Ying because of the incident in Qishan.

The emperor appointed Fu Rong as the Left Vice Minister of Works and treated him with great favor, but kept Qin Shu in the palace.

Appointing her as a female official also satisfied Qin Shu's "requirement" to be an official, and also put her under the emperor's nose and under his absolute control.

It was impossible for the emperor not to see what Zhou Min was thinking.

If Qin Shu can assist Zhou Min wholeheartedly, the emperor will naturally be happy to see it happen.

But what if Qin Shu has other thoughts?

Besides keeping close watch on Qin Shu, could he have some other purpose in keeping her in the palace?

When the emperor dies, will she be able to escape successfully?

The current situation seems clear, but no one knows which direction things will develop until the last moment.

Even if Zhou Min successfully ascended the throne.

He would definitely not let Qin Shu leave.

Not to mention there is another possibility. In order to avoid leaving troubles for the new emperor, the emperor issued a death decree, and Qin Shu had to die.

After all, in the face of imperial power, everything is false.

Qin Shu sighed faintly and said, "It's nothing, I just suddenly feel reluctant to leave you."

Fu Ying chuckled and kissed Qin Shu's forehead. "It's so rare. This is the first time I hear Shuer say such gentle and affectionate words of love."

Qin Shu pulled the corners of her lips and sighed, "I don't know when we will meet next time."