Chapter 2 Chapter two

"If she fell in love with you, Jemin, of course her father would allow her to marry you. She was his only child and would inherit everything from him, and of course he would give her anything she wanted." Even Jemin felt that Qiu had a point.He has an opinion, but he can't say it because he's bitten his mouth full of pins.From morning to afternoon, he stood in his sweatshirt and let the village tailor and six sewing girls make new clothes tailored to win the heart of the Mei family heir. Last night, while drinking heavily, he listened to Xiao Qiu and Pei Ling's appalling plan. Although the plan was annoying, he was impressed by how many things they could do in just a few days.

While listening to the plan, Jaymin also learns about more injustices of his elder brother (or, he likes to think of Ed as his half-brother).Ed not only sold the Meng family's land, but also sold it to a villain who was as shameless as him. "Despicable, lying, murderous—" "What did they do?" Jemin interrupted Xiao Qiu. Managing the estate did not seem to be the focus of the new lords, as if terrorizing the tenants was their interest.They burned crops and houses, raped women from good families, and trampled freshly sown fields on horseback. When Jieming heard Xiaoqiu tell the tenant farmer "Jaming will solve all the problems when he comes back" as a comfort, Jieming almost choked.

"That's not my land anymore!" Pei Ling shrugged. "That piece of land has been owned by the Meng family for hundreds of years, so how can your responsibility stop in just two years?" "Because it's been sold!" Jemin almost yelled, but everyone knew he felt the burden of favor on his shoulders. Afterwards, Jemin thought that if he hadn't been drunk at the time, he would have jumped out of the window and ran as fast as he could.It was only two weeks ago that he took over the job of escorting the heir of the Mei family, and during this period his sister actually organized three small villages on the land of the Meng family—that is, the land that Ed sold. .

Jemin blushed at the thought of what the others must have said.His companion laughed so hard that he had to leave the room.It seems that his two younger sisters have "sold" him. "Only sell your beauty." Pei Ling tried to reassure him—as if saying that would help. "Like a stallion or a prize bull," said Joe, and then smiled and avoided Jemin's hand. Last night every family in the village sent representatives to save them or (Jaming suspected) steal them. Bring the things that come to Meng's house.There are broken silver spoons, gold jug handles, old coins, goose feather bags for sale, piglets (one of whom just wants to get drunk with Jemin), furs, belt buckles, rich girls Buttons on clothes.

"What are these for?" asked Jemin, looking at the piles of "loot" on the table and on the floor.The curious pig knocked over every wooden goblet on the table and licked up all the wine.It eats things that humans find difficult to swallow, but it eats them with relish. "We're going to make you a decent suit," Pei Ling said. "Dress you up like a handsome prince, and let the heir of the Mei family fall in love with you at first sight." Hearing that sentence, Jemin laughed so hard that he leaned forward and backward.The little pig - next to Jemin's wrist now - looked up at him and laughed too.

As Jemin looked around the room, he was surprised to see that there were about a hundred people in the room at this moment (some of whom had clearly never had a shower) - and there were people laughing. "Jaming, you are our only hope," Pei Ling said. "You can make any woman fall in love with you." "No!" He put down the cup suddenly, almost hitting the pig's hoof.He gripped the handle of the mug so hard that he didn't notice that the piglet climbed up his hand and buried his face in the wine. "I will never do this! That woman is going to marry someone else, and her father will never agree to it!" Jemin originally wanted to say that he wanted to marry for love, but for a poor nobleman without land, how was it? Luxurious dream.He hoped that he could get married with dignity and dignity. Although he had no money, he had a title, maybe the daughter of a wealthy businessman—that meant the heir of the Mei family?Since few people have seen her, she is like a fairy in a fairy tale.Some people say that she is as beautiful as a fairy; some people say that she is deformed and ugly.No matter how she looks, she will inherit a large fortune.

"I can't do it! No, absolutely not!" That's exactly what he said last night, but today he's standing here having clothes made to measure.He wouldn't ask his sister and the villagers where or how they got such expensive cloth.He guessed that Ed had spent all his money long ago, and he also recognized the sewing girls as former family members, so he figured that the new lord might have lost some cloth. But he won't ask because he doesn't want to know. "Joe!" he yelled, biting a pin, his arms outstretched. Xiao Qiu took the pin away. "What is it, dear brother?"

"Take this pig from under my feet!" "But it likes you!" Xiao Qiu said, and everyone in the room couldn't help laughing.They had a great time knowing that Jaymin would take care of everything.What woman wouldn't fall in love with Earth?He was six feet tall, weighed two hundred pounds, broad shoulders and slender waist, muscular buttocks, handsome face, dark green eyes, black hair, honey-colored skin, lips like marble statues.It is not surprising that women are dumbfounded when they see him. "That little pig is the mother's." Pei Ling said, and everyone burst into laughter.

"Enough!" shouted Jemin, ripping off the black velvet from his body.A sharp pain made him cry out, and he quickly withdrew his hand, only to find that two pins had been poked in his palm.He waited impatiently for Xiao Qiu to help him remove the pin. He snatched up his old clothes, and went to the door before he had put them on, when the little pig rushed to his feet, nearly tripping him.Jemin angrily grabbed the piglet and was about to throw it out the window on the third floor.But as he was about to do so, he looked into its eyes. "Damn it!" he muttered, holding the piglet under his arm.He heard the crowd burst into laughter as he slammed the door behind him. "These women!" he murmured, and hurried down the stone stairs.

Aya neither saw nor heard the man behind her.He put one hand around her waist and covered her mouth with the other, so she dragged her to a hidden place behind the hedge.Her heart was racing and she told herself: No matter what, I have to stay calm.In that moment, she forgave her father for what he had done to make her live in near-captivity.But how did this man get into Huayuan?There are sharp iron nails nailed on the top of each high wall, wolf dogs walk freely in the flower circle, and there are workers everywhere. One minute she's drawing her beautiful cousin Fran, and the next minute she's being kidnapped.How would he know, Aya thought to herself, how would he know who I am?

The man stopped, and pressed Aya tightly against his body. She had never been so close to a man. There were her father's traces everywhere in her house. If any man, servant or housekeeper dared to smile at her, no It will disappear in a few days. "If I let you go, you promise not to yell?" His breath brushed her ears. "Maybe you won't believe it, but I don't intend to hurt you, I just want to inquire about some news." Upon hearing that, Aya almost breathed a sigh of relief.Of course, everyone wanted to ask her for news.How much gold does her father have?How many pieces of land do you have?How much is her dowry?The desire to hear about her father's fortune was inexhaustible. Aya nodded, of course she would tell him, or anyone, all she knew - because she knew nothing. But the man didn't let go of the hand covering her mouth immediately, Aya only felt that the man looked down at her.Her neck was thrown back, her head resting on his shoulder, his cheek against her forehead. "You're such a cute little thing." The words made Aya struggle with fear. "Don't move! I don't have time to flirt with you. I have important things to do." Hearing that sentence, Aya glared at the other party.Did she have to apologize for preventing him from kidnapping her? But the other party turned his face away and peeped at Fulan from a gap in the bushes. "She's pretty, isn't she?" Aya took the opportunity to bite his hand, causing him to let go of her mouth, but the hand around her body did not let go. "Ouch! Why did you bite me?" "I'd be more rude if you—" He stroked her mouth again. "I said, I will not hurt you. I will escort her, the heir of the Mei family, through England." Upon hearing that sentence, Aya calmed down and immediately understood what was going on. It turned out that he wanted to see what the woman he was going to escort looked like.No wonder he mistook Fu Lan, who was penniless, for the heir of the Mei family, because the dress Fu Lan wore was more gorgeous than that of the queen, and she looked pampered.In other words, if she dropped a needle, she would ask a servant to pick it up for her. Alright, Aya nodded. "If I let go, will you keep quiet?" Aya nodded sharply again. At the same time, he let go of the two hands covering her mouth and around her waist. Aya, who has always been very rational and stable, immediately jumped away from his side. But he lunged forward and pinned her heavily to the ground with his body. When Aya came back to her senses, she looked up at him. "My God!" His appearance is extremely good!Like characters who have stepped out of the pages of a fairy tale. As for Jamie, he saw a very pretty young woman.She is not as pretty as the heir of the Mei family, but the vigor on her face more than makes up for everything.Dark brown hair surrounds a heart-shaped face, big brown eyes, thick eyelashes, a small nose, and the most charming part is the small cherry mouth.Her eyes were looking directly at him, as if waiting for him to identify himself.No woman had ever looked at him like this before, and it piqued his curiosity.As for the rest of her, her full breasts, slender waist, and rounded hips tickled a man's hands—or at least he tickled. When Aya recovered from the shock, she couldn't help but wonder why her father hired such a handsome man to send her to her fiancé's house.Her father had always hired ugly men who couldn't seduce rich young girls, and most of all, her father had always demanded that the money be well spent.Pretty people are usually of little use - Fran was proof of that.So why would father send this pretty, useless man to escort her?What kind of doctrine is father fighting for? "Listen to me, please?" he said. When he said this, he looked at the curvaceous body below him, and Aya felt his hand on her waist gradually move up.She had never seen that look in his eyes, but she knew instinctively what he was thinking. "If you touch me, I'll scream." "I'm not a rapist." He said it as if she had hurt his pride. "Then quickly remove your hands and body." "It's true." He said with a smile, and Aya believed that such a smile must have fascinated many women.But a handsome young man is bound to smile charmingly at the Mei heir—or a woman related to her. But he didn't move his body away. "Will you keep quiet?" "Unless you move! I can't breathe!" He reluctantly sidled away from her, but this time when Aya tried to escape, he was ready, grabbing her skirt and pulling her back. "You're very untrustworthy, aren't you?" he asked solemnly. "Only when I deal with a gentleman, can I keep my word!" Her eyes flashed with anger. "Sir, you trespassed on private land." "I think I'm just reporting a day early." His hands began to climb again. Aya squinted at him. "If you let me go, I'll tell you everything." Her tone was as if his touch was sinful. From his expression, Aya could see that her words had taken him by surprise.No doubt he'd only ever heard a woman say "yes."Having spent most of her life with the beautiful Fulan, Aya is well aware of the power of beauty.Aya would spend an hour arguing with the gardener about how to prune the apple tree, but Fran just walked lightly to the side of the gardener, blinking her eyelashes, and said that "she" thought the tree should be prune, and it would be done in two minutes. There are three men scrambling to do as she says.In the herb garden, a lovesick boy trimmed the rosemary to say "br," and there were swans everywhere—for that was Fran's favorite bird. It might be an exaggeration to say that Aya hates beautiful people, but it is true, she likes to draw them, but she prefers the company of people who look like Todd. "Of course," he said, leaving her body again. "Please don't run or scream, or I'll have to—" Aya sat up. "Catch me? So that I can tell you what you want to know?" Her contemptuous tone made him look confused, and she couldn't help but smile. He stood up and stretched out his hand to help Aya get up, but Aya ignored it and stood up. "What do you want to know? How many pounds of gold does the Mei family have? Or, how many carriages do you want to estimate?" "You like to be sarcastic, don't you? No, I just want to get to know her." "Yes, beautiful Fulan." Aya patted the dust off her body.The other was in black velvet, she in rough linen.But living in the muddy country, wearing velvet is not practical. "Is her name Fulan?" "Are you going to write a love poem in her name? Someone has already done that, and I warn you, her name is difficult to rhyme with." That made Jemin laugh, and he peered at Fran sitting in the sun with a book open in front of her. "Why is she sitting so still? Is she a bookworm?" "Fu Lan is illiterate. She said that reading would cause crow's feet in the corners of her eyes, and writing would make her Bai Zhe's hands wrinkle." Jemin smiled again. "Then why is she sitting so still?" "Because I'm drawing her." Aya's tone seemed like he was an idiot, "Such an obvious fact needs to be asked!" "But now that you're here, won't she notice you're gone?" "For her, the thought of someone looking at her is enough." Aya looked at his tank top. "Are you bleeding?" "Oops! I forgot the cherries in my pocket." He took out cherries, some of which were crushed. "It turns out that you are not only trespassing, but also a thief." He leaned against the bushes. "What does she care about? She's so rich, she won't care about losing a few cherries. Want to eat?" "No thanks, please tell me what you want to know so I can get back to painting, okay?" "Do you know her well?" "Know who?" Aya played dumb. "Of course he is the heir of the Mei family." "I understand very well. Is it her people or the gold and silver jewels that interest you?" "Those gold and silver jewels," he gave her a serious look, spitting a cherry seed on the ground. "But I want to know her. What can I do for her or give her to please her?" Aya watched him for a moment. "Why do you want to please her?" His face softened and seemed to become more handsome.If he looked at another woman like this, Aya was sure that woman would melt like a cheap candle.He leaned forward and said in a seductive voice, "Tell me, what can I give her to please her?" Aya gave him a sweet smile. "Two-way mirror?" It means that he and Fu Lan can take a selfie in the mirror at the same time. He laughed, but then realized that his laughter might attract attention.He dropped the remaining cherries on the ground and said, "I need a friend. In fact, I need a helper." "Me?" Aya asked innocently, and when he nodded she said, "What do I get if I help you?" "I'm starting to like you." "I don't feel the same way, I hope you finish your question quickly and let me go back to painting." "You can go," he waved. "I'll be here tomorrow, maybe I'll see you then, maybe I won't." Aya cursed herself—her curiosity was piqued. "If I help you, what will I get?" Rich girls never need money from others, because they are the ones who give money to others. "Wealth beyond your imagination." Ah, Aya thought to herself, the Meg family's gold, and the silver, the land, the ships, the storehouses and— "No, don't look at me like that, I don't mean anything malicious, I just want to..." He hesitated for a moment, as if looking at her. "You just want her, don't you?" Seeing the shock in his eyes, Aya knew she was right.However, he is not the first man who has such an idea. Thousands of men have long wanted to marry the gold of the Mei family. Let him think that he is the first man who has this idea!Why would father hire such a person? Aya smiled. "You are indeed very ambitious, but isn't she already engaged?" "That's right..." he said, absently pulling out the dagger at his side.For a long while, Aya was so frightened that her heart almost jumped out of her throat, but she soon realized that it was just an unconscious movement.She couldn't help guessing whether the other party knew that she was holding a weapon. "I understand. You intend to make her change her mind and fall in love with you on the way to escort her." "Do you think I can do it?" This was the first time he confessed to her. Aya almost patted his arm sympathetically. "Fulan will fall in love with you," she said, sniggering at herself for lying.Fulan hates people or things that are as dazzling as her. She likes to be surrounded by ugly people to make her more dazzling. "So you want to marry the heir of the Mei family? Your family is in trouble, right?" His eyes sparkle. "I knew I could trust you! From the moment I saw you standing there painting, I knew you could be trusted and you and I could be good friends. Will you go with her?" "Yes! In fact, she is my cousin." "What a coincidence," he smiled. "My cousin is also rich." "Tell me, uh... I don't know your name." "My name is Meng Jieming, Earl of Dodges. Unfortunately, I have no title, but no land or gold. May I ask your name?" "Of course my surname is Mei, but unfortunately, I'm just Mei Aiya," "A very unique name, just for such a unique you! Tell me, what can I do to impress her? Give her a gift, or write a poem to praise her beauty? Rare fruit? Yellow roses? Tell me quickly, It won't be too hard to get—” "Daisy." Aya said without thinking. "Daisy? The humblest flower?" "That's right, Fulan doesn't like things that can rival her beauty. The rose is beautiful, but the daisy is ordinary enough to show her brilliance." "You're smart, aren't you?" "Someone in my position has to be smart to survive." Jemin smiled at her. "Yes; we know each other." "Wouldn't it be romantic to have a daisy-studded cape draped over her shoulders as she stands with her eyes closed?" "That's right," Jemin looked at her thoughtfully. "Are you telling the truth?" "I swear, the heir to the Mei family loves daisies very much." "Why are you willing to help me?" She lowered her head pretending to be shy. "Will you let me draw your family?" "Of course," Jemin smiled. "And I will pay you very well, I have a twin sister." Aya lowered her eyes so as not to be read through her mind.Did he think she would betray her cousin for painting some ordinary beauty? "It was my pleasure, sir." "You can call me Jamin." He leaned forward as if to kiss her on the mouth.But she turned her head so he only kissed her cheek. "That's not in our agreement." She hoped her tone would be like that of Fulan rejecting the umpteenth suitor that day.She hurried back to the easel, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Jemin running away from the orchard. After picking up the paintbrush, Aya couldn't paint because she laughed too hard.Tomorrow would be a good show, she thought, and he would find out that she was the heir and that Fran was just a poor, hired companion. But Aya was half-laughing when suddenly she began to shake, fear taking the place of her laughter.If this man named Meng Jieming can break into the courtyard so easily, so can others, then those who hate her father (they are the army), and those who want to hold her for ransom, and—— A minute ago she was standing in front of the easel, and a minute later she was passed out on the ground. Jamie kept his promise and wrote to his sister that night.What to tell them?He picked up his pen as he thought about it, and then laughed.They want a fairy tale, so write them a story! Jemin paused, and it should be fine to write like that, adventure and romance.What else would stop them from worrying, yes, tell them he'd found help, and reassure them. "That idiot!" Xiao Qiu cursed angrily as soon as he finished reading the letter. "Think you can use an ordinary woman to help him marry a beautiful woman? If it were me, I wouldn't help him!" Several times, after the young man saw Pei Ling from a distance, he asked Xiao Qiu to introduce him.Without exception, that always made Xiao Qiu very angry. "Our brother is in love?" Pei Ling said softly. "Really? Well, yes, he's been telling her she's pretty, and I'm happy to see it. Jemin always has a bad conscience, and if it were me—" "No, he fell in love with that ordinary sparrow." "You're crazy!" Xiao Qiu's tone was not hostile. "Just wait and see!" Pei Ling smiled. "Just wait and see!"