Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

Qiu Fuqiu was completely drunk.

He had just finished painting a picture of Langna's three wives, threw his brush to the ground, and fell asleep.

The quiet studio was suddenly filled with snoring sounds.

Fortunately, Qiu Fuqiu's studio was on the third floor, and most guests who went to Songyaji were on the first or second floor, so no one could hear her thunderous snoring.

Otherwise, the reputation of this soul painter might be lost.

Qi Cun went to the Qiu Mansion, but not only did he not see Qiu Fuqiu in person, he didn't even find out where Qiu Fuqiu had gone.

Qicun squeezed the note in his hand and felt extremely anxious. This was a very urgent matter.

In desperation, he hurried back to the Marquis' Mansion to report to Xie Chengyin.

Xie Chengyin had been waiting at the door for a while. When he saw Qicun coming back, he prepared to set off for Fengyang Mountain.

Qicun said, "Sir, Miss Qiu has not been found!"

Xie Chengyin frowned and said, "Let's go to Songyaji."

Although Qiu Fuqiu is a playful person, she only goes to a few places. Moreover, I heard that the output of soul painters has increased recently. I guess Qiu Fuqiu has been staying in Songyaji to paint these days.

After being advised by Xie Chengyin, Qicun ran towards Songyaji, but was stopped by Xie Chengyin behind him.

"Get on your horse, I'll go with you."

When the two of them arrived at Songyaji, they asked Ren Rushong, the shopkeeper who was doing the accounting at the counter.

Ren Rushong glanced at the location on the third floor and said, "Miss Qiu, she's here, she's been here all day. She's been here every day these days, staying all day."

Qicun was delighted. The young master was right.

The two of them climbed up to the third floor, walked to the door of the room where Qiu Fuqiu painted every day, and knocked.

"Tuk tuk tuk..."

Upon listening carefully, there was no sound inside, but intermittent snoring sounds came from the room next door.

Xie Chengyin winked at Qicun, who then walked to the door of the next room, knocked again, and shouted.

"Miss Qiu, are you in there?"

Perhaps disturbed by the knock on the door, Qiu Fuqiu, who was lying on the small couch, yelled impatiently, "Who is it?"

Qicun turned around and looked at Xie Chengyin, "The person is inside."

Xie Chengyin also heard Qiu Fuqiu's impatient echo. Without saying much, he kicked the door open. With a "bang", Qiu Fuqiu, who was half asleep in the room, stood up suddenly.

The man was not awake but was just reacting to the stress. He stood there dazed for two breaths, then suddenly fell down and fell asleep again.

Qi Cun covered his nose and looked at the wine pot on the ground that Qiu Fuqiu had just kicked away. He frowned and said, "How much wine did Miss Qiu drink? It smells really bad."

Xie Chengyin walked to the small couch, looked at the unconscious Qiu Fuqiu, and told Qicun, "Bring some water."

Qicun immediately knew what the young master was going to do. He looked at Qiu Fuqiu with sympathy, walked to the table obediently, picked up the teapot full of water on the table, walked to Xie Chengyin and handed it to him.

Xie Chengyin was considerate enough. He first touched the teapot with the back of his hand to make sure the tea was warm. Then he opened the lid and poured the tea all over Qiu Fuqiu's face.

Qiu Fuqiu, who was drunk in her dream, was smacking her lips. Perhaps she was still drinking in her dream. Suddenly she found that the wine had become bitter, and her head and face were wet.

The next moment, he jumped up from the couch and shouted loudly: "It's raining, it's raining!"

Qicun, who was standing nearby watching the show, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The tea was gone, the rain stopped, and Qiu Fuqiu woke up.

Looking at the master and servant, one who couldn't help laughing and the other who was as cold as ice, Qiu Fuqiu wiped the tea off her face and her anger rose to her head.

It would have been fine if he just poured tea on her, but he also poured the tea leaves on her face. Is that inhumane?

Brushing off the tea leaves on her face, Qiu Fuqiu was furious: "Xie Chengyin, you are so bold!"

Xie Chengyin said coldly: "Do you have it?"

Qiu Fuqiu was stunned. She raised her finger and pointed it at Xie Chengyin, wishing she could poke a hole in his body.

"You! You! Are you crazy!"

Xie Chengyin had no time to discuss with Qiu Fuqiu whether she was really brave or crazy. He reached out to Qicun, who understood and handed the note in his hand to Xie Chengyin.

Xie Chengyin immediately stuffed it into Qiu Fuqiu's hand and said, "Give it to Shen Furong, and don't say it was given by me."

Qiu Fuqiu looked puzzled and muttered "What?" while opening the small note.

After seeing the words clearly, I was so surprised that I could fit a whole egg in my mouth.

"Xie Chengyin, is this true or false?"

When he raised his head, there was no trace of Xie Chengyin and Qicun in front of him.

Qiu Fuqiu did not dare to slack off. She grabbed a towel to wipe the tea off her face and head, and rushed out of the room in a hurry.

Shopkeeper Ren was comparing the accounts carefully with a magnifying glass. After looking at them for a long time, he tilted his neck back to take a break.

Then I saw Qiu Fuqiu coming down the stairs in a hurry.

"Miss, why are you in such a hurry? Your clothes..."

I used to stay here all day, but today the sun hasn't set yet.

Qiu Fuqiu glanced back at her clothes stained with tea leaves, brushed them away carelessly, and said anxiously, "Get me a carriage. I want to go to the palace."

Thinking of his own clothes, he immediately added, "Prepare another set of clothes for me."

Ren Rushong responded quickly and told the waiter to prepare quickly.

The waiter arranged it quickly. This dress was bought from the tailor shop next door. The material was not as good as Qiu Fuqiu's, and the size was not completely right, but it was better than smelling like tea.

Qiu Fuqiu changed her clothes in the carriage on the way to the palace, thinking about how to explain the marriage to Shen Furong.

This is really too sudden.

In the hundred years since Daxing was founded, it cannot be said that there has never been a case of using princesses for marriage in exchange for peace between two countries, but there has never been a case of a big country sending a princess for marriage to a small country.

Qiu Fuqiu had heard of the small country of Chidi. She heard that the people of Chidi were very fierce, and men had an absolute dominant position over women. To men, women were not only tools of reproduction, but also prey and trophies.

It is even heard that among the Red Di, women can be shared.

Fathers, sons and brothers can have the same woman, and they can also exchange wives, that is, exchange their own wives with those of others, but women themselves have no right to choose.

Qiu Fuqiu couldn't imagine how she, who was so proud, could accept such a life if Shen Furong married into the Red Di tribe.

It is such a humiliation for a princess to become someone else's plaything.

Putting aside the fact that Shen Zhaoyan is the emperor of a country, a monarch should protect the country and benefit the people. Even if Shen Zhaoyan is Shen Furong's biological brother, although not from the same mother, he is still a blood relative. How could he agree to such a marriage request!

Qiu Fuqiu clenched the note tightly in her hand, but was afraid that it would be damaged by the wetness of her palms. She could only hold it loosely, letting the note swing in her hand as the carriage moved forward.

Just like her mood at the moment.