With system support: What's wrong with clicking like crazy?

Feng Qingjiu took a look at the mask stall!

Could it be that this mask triggered some memory in Ruhua's mind?

Who is the brother Chen that Ruhua mentioned just now?

Feng Qingjiu's look frightened the shop owner so much that he immediately explained: "Miss... there is nothing wrong with my mask, please don't blackmail me."

Feng Qingjiu supported Ruhua: "Let's go, everything will be fine in a while."

System: [Host, since this mask can trigger Ruhua's memories, why not let her stay here forever. ]

Feng Qingjiu: [Recovering memory takes time. Didn’t you see Ruhua has a headache? ]

System: [Okay...! ]

After they walked for a while, Feng Qingjiu looked at Ruhua and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Ruhua nodded: "It's much better now...! Thank you, Jiu."

Then they went to Qiu Shui Pavilion.

Looking at the dazzling array of jewelry, Xia Ling was as happy as a child.

"Miss, I want this...!" Xia Ling picked up a sky blue hairpin.

"Oh, and this, this...!"

Feng Qingjiu waved his hand and said, "Buy...!"

"You two should also check out what you like...!"

Looking at the extremely generous Feng Qingjiu, the system was full of envy: [Host, people as generous as you must have a lot of friends in modern times. ]

Feng Qingjiu raised his eyebrows: [Of course...! ]

In modern times, as long as you finish filming a TV series, the person you have a rival role with will get a big gold bracelet.

I don’t like to give other things as gifts, but I like to give shiny gold, and they happen to like it very much too.

I love the feeling of spending money on the people I own, and I pamper them myself!

The system touched its ears: [Then host, can you give all the points? ]

The smile on Feng Qingjiu's face immediately disappeared: [Go away... Don't force me to slap you when I'm happy. ]

The system's two pig ears immediately stood up: [Hmph... Host, you are biased... You buy things for Dongxue and the others, can't you let me top up some points? ]

Fengqingjiu: [The two cannot be compared. Scarcity makes things valuable. Points are so precious. With your recharging speed, your points will be gone in no time.]

The system twisted its pink little butt and went to the corner to eom!

"Miss...can I have this?" Dongxue was holding a bracelet.

Feng Qingjiu nodded: "Of course...!"

Xia Ling and Dong Xue were having a lot of fun choosing.

On the other hand, Ruhua looked absent-minded.

"Ruhua, is there anyone you like?" Feng Qingjiu asked.

Ruhua came back to her senses and smiled faintly: "Ajiu... I want this."

Ruhua pointed at a set of accessories in the center of Qiu Shui Pavilion and said.

Feng Qingjiu looked at it and saw that it was a set of hairpins with exquisite workmanship.

This hairpin is mostly made of gold, silver and jade, and is hung with tassels, gems and other decorations. It looks extremely complicated, but despite its complexity, it looks both beautiful and dynamic.

The boss of Qiu Shui Pavilion came over immediately upon seeing this.

"This lady has a really good eye. This set of hairpins is the most precious treasure of our Qiushui Pavilion. It took three years to make it."

Xia Ling exclaimed in surprise: "What, the treasure of the store? Ruhua, you are really good at choosing. You picked a big one right away. Boss, this must be very expensive!"

The boss smiled and said, "It is definitely more expensive than the others. After all, the workmanship and materials are of high quality."

"Ajiu...!" Ruhua lowered her eyes and said, "I don't know why I feel so familiar when I see this set of hairpins...?"

"They are all excuses..." Xia Ling pulled Feng Qingjiu aside and said, "Miss, that hairpin must be very expensive. You must not agree to buy it for Ruhua. She must have done it on purpose..."

Feng Qingjiu frowned: "Xia Ling, don't be so hostile to Ruhua, she is our friend now."

Xia Ling pouted: "It's not that I'm hostile to her, it's just that she has the same face as Feng Qinglan, I just can't like her."

Feng Qingjiu: "Then her current appearance is not Feng Qinglan's."

"Hmph...! That's because you, Miss, put a human skin mask on her. Under the mask is still Feng Qinglan's face." Xia Ling turned her head to the side.

"Okay... Ruhua is not Feng Qinglan, you must always keep this in mind." Feng Qingjiu patted the maid's shoulder and shook his head helplessly.

It seems that the shadow that Feng Qinglan had cast on this girl was too great.

"Boss, how much is this hairpin? We want it...!" Feng Qingjiu asked with a smile.

The boss said, "Since this young lady has a connection with the Buyao, I will sell it to you at a lower price. Just give me three thousand taels of silver."

"What... three thousand taels of silver?" Xia Ling's eyes widened: "Ruhua, this hairpin you chose costs three thousand taels of silver?"

Hearing this, Ruhua pulled Feng Qingjiu's sleeve and said, "Ah wine...it's so expensive, why don't we just not have it."

"It's okay, Ruhua. Maybe if you buy this hairpin, you'll remember who you are when you look at it every day!" Feng Qingjiu looked at the boss: "We want it... Please pack it up, boss."

Then Feng Qingjiu took out three thousand taels of silver from the space and put it in the boss's hand.

"Ruhua...give it to you...!"

Ruhua took the hairpin, tears glistening in her eyes: "Ajiu, thank you...!"

Feng Qingjiu smiled and said, "You're welcome, we are friends...!"

"Oh... who was I thinking was so rich? It turns out to be Miss Feng who had already consummated her marriage with the prince before they got married...!" Suddenly, a weird voice came from behind.

Feng Qingjiu turned around and frowned at the person who came: "Lin Yuer, are you sick?"

"I know that the Prime Minister's Mansion is relatively poor now. Lin Yuer, if you are sick, I don't suggest you show mercy and give you some money to see a doctor."

"Feng Qingjiu, who are you saying is sick?" Lin Yuer pointed at Feng Qingjiu with one hand.

Looking at the finger pointing at him, Feng Qingjiu frowned: "Lin Yuer, I'll count to three, put your hand down, otherwise I will be rude to you."

"I'm pointing at you, so what...!" Lin Yuer looked like, "What can you do to me?", which made people very angry.

"Dongxue, cut off this old woman's index finger...!" Feng Qingjiu looked at Dongxue.

Dongxue nodded and drew out the sword in her hand at a very fast speed. With a "click", the index finger that Lin Yuer had just pointed at disappeared.

“Ah…!” Lin Yuer screamed immediately.

Feng Qingliu supported her mother, and kept saying something.

Then he looked at Feng Qingjiu with hatred and said "ah ah ah".

Feng Qingjiu looked at the mother and daughter with a blank expression: "Lin Yuer, I told you before that you should not provoke me in the future. It seems that the lesson I gave you was not harsh enough, right...?"