Sheng Luoan smashed his purse into his arms and said with great courage: "I can't take advantage of the Marquis in vain. This money is my compensation for the Marquis!"

At the end, he added: "Although the money is not much, the level that the Marquis has just now is only worth so much money. Go back and practice more!"

After saying that, without waiting for Gong Moye's reaction, he turned around and returned to the courtyard with a blushing Su Ying and Xiao Chengzi.

By the way, the lock was also locked and Gong Moye was locked up outside the courtyard without ceremony.

Gong Moye stood there in astonishment and stood silently for a while before finally coming back to his senses: This damn woman, did she mistake him for a prostitute in a brothel... a man?

Looking at her arrogant gesture of smashing money, it seems like this is not the first time she has done this?

Moreover, the meaning of what she just said was that she thought his skills were not good??

Gong Moye's face was so dark that he could drip ink.

Mo Qi, who had been pretending to be invisible just now, stepped forward and asked bluntly: "Master Marquis, can I help you put this purse away?"

Gong Moye shot over with a cold and stern look, "Get out!"

Mo Qi's stretched out hand still stayed in mid-air.

As for his own Marquis, he had already stacked him on top of him and strode forward.

After experiencing a big turmoil, the Sheng Mansion seemed particularly quiet for the next two days.

Sheng Luoan, who didn't have to pay his respects in the morning and evening like before, had been extraordinarily quiet these two days, and had never even stepped out of the door of Yuji Pavilion.

To outsiders, she looks like a girl ready to be married.

Only Sheng Luoan knew that he was tired from the continuous attacks in the past few days and needed to recuperate.

The days of sleeping after eating and eating after waking up passed quite quickly.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed again.

According to the imperial edict, the wedding day of Sheng Luoan and Gong Moye was set on the eighth day of May.

In other words, the wedding day is only four short days away.

This made Su Ying so anxious that she couldn't even lie down on the bed.

He took a bunch of sewing cloth and stuffed it into Sheng Luoan's arms. While stuffing it, he muttered, asking her to quickly embroider things like wedding pillows, handkerchiefs, and shoe uppers.

Sheng Luoan was puzzled: "This grand Sheng Mansion actually needs me to embroider these things myself?"

Although the original person can embroider, and the embroidery is very good.

But after all, she is the one living in this body now, and she has no patience to sit down and waste time on embroidery.

Su Ying sighed helplessly and said: "Forget it, miss, it's your first time to get married, and your wife passed away early, and there is no one around you to teach you that you need to prepare these things yourself before getting married. I'll do it."

She was born as a young lady and died as a young lady, so let’s just think that the lady embroidered it herself.

Although Sheng Luoan felt that Su Ying's first sentence was strange, he still breathed a sigh of relief and added by the way: "If it doesn't work, I'll go to the sewing room and bring a few people over."

Su Ying held her forehead, not wanting to say that the bride should have done the embroidery herself, but she had to do it for her, and it would make everyone famous.

After a moment, Su Ying suddenly remembered something, put down the embroidery in her hand, and asked: "Miss, how much dowry do you think the master will prepare for you?"

"Dowry?" Sheng Luo'an was lying where the body was lying. He got up in agitation. He didn't even bother to take a nap anymore. He stood up and walked out the door.

"Miss, where are you going?"

Su Ying shouted anxiously and wanted to stride after him.

He completely forgot that he was a sick person. This run directly involved the unhealed injury on his butt, causing him to grit his teeth and suck in cold air from the pain.

Sheng Luoan didn't stop: "I'm going to ask how much dowry Auntie Cheap is planning to prepare for me."

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Sheng Hongbo's affairs in the government office ended early today, but he still rushed back without any delay.

After returning home, the first thing I did was to go to Yingyue Pavilion to see Sheng Keqing.

Since the day he was forced to whip Sheng Keqing with domestic methods, Sheng Hongbo felt as if a piece of flesh had been cut out in his heart, and it hurt just thinking about it.

When my heart aches, my pace inevitably speeds up.

Sheng Keqing's personal maid Zhucui was about to go out when she saw Uncle Sheng Hong coming from a distance, so she hurried back to the house to report to her master.

At that time, Sheng Keqing was sitting in front of the dressing table, carefully examining the wound on his forehead.

Those wounds, after careful treatment by the government doctors and the daily application of the ointment that Uncle Sheng Hong bought from the Western Regions for a lot of money, have now become scarred and are almost healed.

"Why did dad come back so early today?"

Sheng Keqing was puzzled and asked someone to quickly wrap the white cloth strip around his forehead again.

Liu Rumei looked at Sheng Keqing's operation in surprise, and blurted out: "Qing'er, the doctor said today that there is no need to wrap it anymore, and the wound must be allowed to breathe."

Sheng Keqing rolled her eyes at her mother, who always had less brains than hers, and said bitterly: "If I don't let myself be pitiful, how can I make my father hate that little bitch so much?"

Liu Rumei was confused?: "Qing'er is still thoughtful."

As soon as Sheng Keqing lay down on the bed, Sheng Hongbo strode in carrying a food box.

As soon as he came in, he asked with concern: "How is Qing'er feeling today? Is she feeling better?"

Sheng Keqing lay on the bed sickly and replied feebly: "Dad, I don't know if Qing'er's body is too weak. The doctor has been treating her for several days, but Qing'er still feels pain all over her body and has no appetite."

Liu Rumei on the side quickly answered sadly: "Master, Qing'er still can't eat, what should I do?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupuuuuuuuuuuuuu poor Liao'er was beaten one after another. How can his body and bones bear it?"

After Liu Rumei finished speaking, she began to wipe her tears sadly again.

Uncle Sheng Hong's heart ached again when he heard this, especially when he saw the thick strip of white cloth wrapped around Sheng Keqing's forehead.

His eyes were hot and he said warmly: "Qing'er, you have to eat something if you can't eat it. Daddy bought you your favorite rose cheese cake today. Is it right to get up and pay for the taste?"

After Sheng Hongbo finished speaking, he sent Zhucui to help Sheng Keqing carefully sit down on the chair.

"Dad, you are so kind to Qing'er!" Sheng Keqing said softly, twisting a piece of pastry in her hand.

Hearing this, Uncle Sheng Hong felt sour in his heart again, "It's okay if Qing'er doesn't blame dad. On that day, dad had no choice but to use family methods on Qing'er."

Although she later stopped after Sheng Luoan and Gong Moye left, and when she started, she also deliberately reduced her strength.

But now as long as he thinks of his precious daughter, crying and crying under his whip, he can't forgive himself.

While the three of them were eating in the house and talking to each other.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside, mixed with the faint sound of the maid stopping inside.

Not long after, there was a "bang" on the door of the house, and someone rudely opened it from the outside.
Chapter completed!