Chapter 4 Chapter Four

Jamie was in a bad mood. What idea?He was actually asked to find a way to marry the heir of the Mei family!Basically, it's time for him to get married, which he doesn't object to, he's had enough of sleeping on the floor or in an inn full of fleas.He'd love to get back the land his father and older brother sold, but he'll have to be rich to do so, so it seems like the only way for a protected young girl to fall in love with him, enough to beg her father to let them marry. Of course, Jemin thought vainly, he had a better future than the girl's fiancé.The Meng family is an ancient family, even if he has no money, his title and blood can make up for it.

But last night, when he paid half a penny to collect daisies for a group of children, his conscience began to prick.Mayboken trusted him to give him the job, and it was his duty to protect the heir from enemies, not to become hers! How could he do this to them?Jie asked clearly.However, he is not worried about whether he can succeed, he knows that women like him.But whenever he thinks of pursuing the beautiful Fulan, Jemin always remembers the feeling of pressing down on Aya.He remembered the feel of her breasts against his body, and the haughty brown eyes looking at him.Maybe that was why he liked Aya: she didn't throw up her hands in surrender the moment she saw him, she stood as if to say: I had to fight for it!

Just thinking of Aya made him smile, but the smile didn't last.How would he spend time with her and at the same time try to make the heir of the Mei family fall in love with him?Besides, it was mean, because he didn't love the heir, and I'm afraid he never would, and she was engaged, and— "My God!" said Jemin. "what is that?" Sitting on the horse, Jemin couldn't help rubbing his eyes after seeing the scene in front of him.That was absolutely not true, the morning sun must have dazzled him.After all, he'd stayed up last night sewing daisies onto a cloak he'd barely bought, and now that cloak with hundreds of daisies on it was sitting in his wagon.

Now, standing on top of the mountain, Jemin couldn't believe what he saw. "How many?" asked Tom beside him. "A total of eight," Rice replied from Jermyn's other side, and after a long while, he said, "Looks like a circus." All Jemin could say was, "How am I going to protect her?" There were eight carriages parked in front of the stone wall of Mei’s house, but they were not ordinary carriages. Six of them were made of heavy oak wood, the bodies were tied with thick iron chains, and painted with the word “Mei” in large characters—— They are jewelry boxes on wheels.It's like hiring a trumpet player to go around announcing that he's escorting priceless cargo!

As for the other two carriages, they were painted red and yellow, with angels on both sides.In the holy land, the carriage of the sultan's wife is far less dazzling than this one.Nothing could have announced more clearly than these carriages that he was escorting the May heir and her dowry. "We'll attract every burglar in the country," said Tom. "And everyone who wants to marry her," Rice said, then cleared his throat as Jemin stared at him. "Of course, except you, I don't mean—" "Les, one day you will taste the taste of misfortune." Jemin kicked the horse and walked forward.

Tom stops Les. "He's in a bad mood today, don't talk nonsense." After Tom finished speaking, he followed Jemin down the mountain. "Maybe it's because of my conscience!" Rice muttered. "Conscience was his greatest weakness." Jemin really can't control his temper.He knew that Mayboken was just a businessman who knew nothing about warfare or strategy, or how dangerous it was to escort his only daughter and those wagons that seemed to be laden with gold across England. It was gradually getting brighter, and under the faint morning light, he saw that the coachman had just woken up.where are the guardsMayboken shouldn't let the three of them escort so many carriages!

It didn't take long for Jemin to see the guards: three burly men, yawning and stretching, came out from the shadow of the carriage. Jemin was immediately disgusted.It seems that Mayboken has made a common mistake, thinking that size equals strength, but Jemin knows that hiring people can't be like buying beef, which is calculated by catty.Those three were as tall as Jamin, but weighed about one-and-a-half times his weight.Judging by the movements, Jemin judged that they had not received any training. I'm quitting, Jemin thought to himself, but at the same time he knew he was lying.Mayboken wrote (Jammin hadn't met him yet) that he hired Jamin because he was a trustworthy man.He didn't want to betray Mayboken's trust.Trying to marry his daughter was enough to disturb his conscience.But it was more than his conscience could bear to leave her and the carriages to others.

"I'm Meng Jieming," he said as he dismounted.He expected the other party to introduce themselves too, but they just gave haughty looks. "Just the three of you?" "No one ever complained," said one of them. "Actually, usually one is enough." He looked at the other two, who returned their smug grins. Fat, Jemin thought to himself, full of fat. "You forgot there was another one," said one of them, trying to hold back a laugh. "There were four of us." That made him laugh out loud, and one of them managed to stop laughing, pointing and saying, "He, he's the fourth."

Standing to one side was a tall, thin, plain-looking boy with a sword that looked like an antique brought to England by the Romans.He smiled uncertainly. Jemin raised his hands in resignation and walked under the tree where Les and Tom were standing. Tom raised his eyebrows questioningly. "We're going to camouflage the carriage as much as possible," said Jermyn. "Otherwise I'll need a hundred soldiers instead of a few fat pigs. I'll get rid of them as fast as I can, and I'll have to suffer for now." "What about the boy?" Tom asked. "Take him back to his mother. Now, you go talk to the coachman. And, Les, don't fight those bastards. I don't want to see anyone lose their temper today."

Les glanced at Jemin.To be honest, he didn't like those three people and wanted to teach them a lesson. "A businessman is a businessman!" Jemin muttered as he walked. The door was still locked, and Jemin rang the bell, but no one came to open it.He pulled again, still no response.He noticed with disgust the three men standing behind him.He knew their gestures and what they meant: they wanted to assert their authority from the start. "We had to warn you," one of them said smugly. "'It' will come and open the door." Jemin has no time to play games. "Open the door" he yelled.How would he protect her if he had to take so many carts of gold on the road?What if Aya—no, he corrected himself—what if something happened to the heiress Fran?

"Have you seen 'it'?" one of them whispered in Jemin's ear, as if they were close friends. "I can't call 'it' a person, it's a freak." Jieming didn't turn around, he didn't dare, the invisible Pei Ling was sometimes called a freak. "I'm afraid I'll spit out my breakfast if it comes out," scoffed another. "Can't take it on the road, it makes my stomach sick every day I see it." One of them laughed and said, "We should throw it to the dogs with beggars and blind people." A minute ago Jemin was banging hard on the door, a minute later he knocked one of them down, put his foot on the other's throat, and pointed his sword at the other's throat.Les and Tom appeared out of nowhere, Tom held a dagger to the necks of the other two, and Les pressed the man at Jamin's feet. "Get lost!" Jemin gritted his teeth. "Before I drain your blood, get out!" He could see that the other party wanted revenge, and knew that he had to be careful for a while, but the three left quickly. "Now, how are we going to escort these wagons?" Tom asked wearily, drawing his sword back into its sheath.He heard what those people said just now, and as soon as he heard them say "blind man", he knew something was going to happen. "And what about the boy?" Les asked, just as exasperated as Jemin and Tom. "We have to protect women and not take children on the road." Asked suddenly, Les fell to the ground.The boy stepped on Les, and pointed the rusty old sword at Les' throat, "Should I kill him, my lord?" the boy asked. All the coachmen were waiting to see the show.Les winked to let Jemin know he was going to teach the boy a lesson, but Jemin waved him off. "What's your name?" "Just call me Xiaoshi." "Have you been in a war?" Of course Jemin knew, he just wanted to test the boy's sincerity. For a long while the boy looked like he was devising a hype story, but at the end he grinned, his face as ordinary and healthy as the daisies in Jemin's carriage. "No, I only helped my father go to the fields." That answer made Tom and Jemin laugh, Les almost laughed too, he never held grudges, the boy had guts, "You're hired," Jemin said.After directing the boy to the carriage for the cloak, he turned to ring the bell again. But before his hand touched the pull rope, the gate swung back, and standing in front of Jemin was the "it" he had just heard.The other party was a young man, tall and strong in the upper half, but a pair of lame legs in the lower body. The lower left side of his face—from the neck to the body in the shirt—was full of scars, which healed crookedly, pulling his face into a Weird appearance, Jemin guessed that he was not born with this deformity. Jemin didn't flinch like those behind him. "May I ask your last name?" "Todd," he replied, meeting Jemin's eyes.He knew what had just happened. "What's your real name?" Jemin asked with a frown, remembering how many times he had punched and told others that Pei Ling's name was not a blind woman. No one ever asked Todd that question.His father had always called him Toad, and he changed the spelling to TODE himself, a concession to vanity. "I don't know," he said frankly. "Just call me Todd, though." He stepped back, allowing Jemin and his men to enter.As Jemin passed him, he put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it lightly.At that moment, Jamin earned Todd's eternal allegiance, because no man ever touched him out of friendship, only Aya did, but very rarely, and Todd hurried to follow Jemin's footsteps, he could see Jemin was in a bad mood.It's no wonder, if it were him, he would not be willing to escort those carriages painted with the word "Mei", which would bring danger to Aya—no, he corrected himself, it would bring danger to Fu Lan, because Now she is the heir of the Mei family.Todd suppressed his complaints forcefully.Aiya has to pay everyone in the house to lie, and it's a good thing they're leaving tomorrow, or they'll be ruined sooner or later. Fulan was waiting for them in the reception room. She stood in front of a wall painted with scenes from Greek mythology, and she was so beautiful that Jemin smiled.But his smile is a bit like a mockery, because Fulan's dress is just like Xiao Qiu's nonsense, the dark green silk on her body must be as heavy as a pony, her tight bodice is full of patterns embroidered with gold thread, hanging The snow-white skin on the chest is a dazzling emerald.If those gaudy-sized pearls dangling from her ears were real crystals, they might be worth enough to fight a war, and even her hair is held in place by a gem-encrusted hairnet. "Mr. Meng," she said, holding out her hand, and as Jemin kissed the back of her hand, he noticed that she had rings on all ten fingers. "Are you the one who will escort me to my fiancé's house?" "Yes." Jemin smiled, and took out a document from his cloak and gave it to her. But when Fulan's hand touched the document, Jieming blushed and quickly withdrew his hand. "Permit me to read to you the convictions written by your father. 'Mr. Meng, I want to hire you—'" Fran held out her hand. "Let me see for myself!" Jemin's eyes widened. "You can read?" Everyone was shocked by Jemin's words and stopped. "I mean..." Jemin's face was redder than before, and he cleared his throat. "It's not an insult, I hear—" "He can't believe that someone as beautiful as you can read and write. It's like diamonds covering the surface of pearls, isn't it, Mr. Meng?" Aya said behind Fu Lan, she was relatively small and her dress was not as good Fulan was dazzling, like a sparrow standing next to a rare bird, but her light brown dress with snow-white embroidered sleeves seemed to make her big eyes shine brighter than Fulan's jewels. Still, Jamin gave Aya a stern check, letting her know he was mad at her for lying, and he immediately thought of the cloak.There was no doubt that Fulan hated daisies, and any woman dressed as Fulan would never want something so humble as a daisy.But what woman hates flowers?What's more, he has no other gifts to give, some gifts are better than nothing! "Miss May," Jemin said, giving Fulan a sweet smile, trying to ignore the titter on Aya's face. "I have a gift for you." "Really?" Fran said, looking very happy, which puzzled Jemin.Didn't the heirs of the Mei family receive gifts every day? Suddenly, Jemin wanted to wipe the titter off Aya's face. "That's nothing," he said in a tone of great charm. "Dedicate the least beautiful thing to the most beautiful person, and the cheapest thing to the noblest you." "I'm curious," Fran said cheerfully, knowing Aya was standing right behind her. "Can I see that gift?" "Not yet," said Jemin. "You must close your eyes." "Oh, good!" Fu Lan happily closed her eyes. Jemin motioned for Xiao Shi, who was holding a red velvet cloak, to enter the room. Jemin pretended to be gentle and put the cloak on Fulan's body, and then pulled the hood over her head, covering her from head to toe with hundreds of daisies. surrounded.Jemin snapped the delicate carabiner around her throat. When Fulan took a deep breath, she felt a little tickle in her throat. "You can open your eyes now." Jemin took a step back to let everyone see her, because she looked like the mysterious woman in the legend. Because it felt weird, Meilan couldn't understand what was going on at first, and then she saw the flower. "Daisy!" Fulan gasped, and her strong reaction made Jamin feel relieved about his efforts. Fu Lan's hands quickly rushed to her throat, trying to untie the clasp with her ten fingers clumsily, but she couldn't open it, so the cloak was still on her body, she closed her eyes, her face turned pale, and then passed out. Jemin was bewildered, but he caught Fran before she fell to the ground, and quickly carried her to the window seat. "Bring the wine!" he ordered.Is this woman sick?So she was hidden?Does she have an incurable disease?Jemin pulled off the hood and unfastened the carabiner.Her head rested on his lap, her slender body lay on the bed of daisies, her face seemed to be getting paler, was she dying? "Bring the wine! Get the doctor!" At this time, Todd limped out with a white steel goblet filled with wine, but when he saw Fran, he immediately put the wine glass aside. "Take that cloak off!" "What?" Jemin wasn't sure what Todd was talking about. "Those flowers will make her sneeze and dizzy! Take the cloak off!" Jemin was stunned for a moment, then quickly tore off the cloak and threw it to Xiao Shi, who ran out of the room holding the cloak.Sensing that she needed air, Jemin kicked open the window, then half-pulled Fulan onto the window sill, exposing her head and upper body to the fresh air. After a while, Fulan began to breathe.Although she still looked like she was on the verge of death, she was indeed breathing. When Jemin's heart beat and he could think again, he knew right away who was responsible: Aya.It's not difficult to understand, she was jealous that Fulan was richer and more beautiful than her, so she planned to kill Fulan. Jemin nodded to Rice to take over, then stood up and looked for Aya in the crowd.She was as still as a stone, and the expression on her face was hard to read, but Jemin could see that she was not crying with regret.What good would it do her to kill her cousin?Is she the second heir? If it was a man doing this, Jemin would have drawn his sword to the man's throat, but Aya was not a man.But at that moment, in Jemin's eyes, she was not a woman either. "You thought you were—" Aya yelled, as Jemin grabbed her by the wrist. Everyone's attention quickly shifted from Fulan to Aya, because although they took the money to keep it a secret, everyone knew that Aiya was the heir of the Mei family and the person they had to obey all the time. "You little liar!" Jemin sat down on the footstool, pressing Aya into his lap so her ass was pointing up. "Stop!" Aya screamed. "How dare you do this to me? I'm—" A slap on her ass cut her off. "Your prank might kill her!" said Jemin, hitting again. "I'll make you pay!" Aya screamed. "My father will—" "Thank you!" Jemin shouted. "Your father should have taught you a lesson years ago, you liar and selfish bad boy!" Jemin pushed her to the ground and stepped over her. Aya sat up, watching the expressions on everyone's faces in the room, her face flushed with humiliation.They all knew who she was, but no one helped her.Where is Todd? On the other side of the room, Fulan leaning on the window sill was still pale, but she was happy to see Aya being humiliated, which made her cheeks turn red, and she knew that Aya didn't want to kill her.Ever since Aya discovered that daisies made Fran sneeze, she'd put daisies everywhere—under Fran's pillow, in her closet, in her clothes.Neither of them expected that when Fran was trapped in the daisy, she would react so strongly.Why didn't Fulan tell the annoying man that it was just a prank? "He wants your money!" Aya yelled, stopping Jemin with his back to her. "He intends to chase you. When you believe that you are in love with him, you will beg your father to let you marry him!" How old is he, how dare he humiliate her!And let Fu Lan know that the man smiles at her not because she is beautiful, but because her father is rich, it feels quite happy! Jamin didn't turn around, but just stood there. When he met this girl yesterday, he fell in love with her, and he liked her very much.How could he have misjudged someone so completely? "Then I hope he succeeds." Fu Lan said as loudly as possible. That statement made everyone in the room burst into laughter.Jamie left the room smiling, and he was still smiling until he walked into the nearest tavern, where he started getting drunk.