My money-loving little lady

Jing Rongyao was actually a little shy because of his flirtatious words. In fact, she was often praised for her beauty in her previous life. But she didn't like men's flattering faces. She felt that they just liked her skin.
But the man in front of him now seemed to simply think she was good-looking, and then his thoughts stopped focusing on her.

So strange, really strange.

However, she was not moved by this. After all, there are so many handsome male stars in modern times. If you grab a lot of them, she is not new to the world.

As if the man in front of her was just a grain of sand and a passer-by, she sat next to him and looked at the field below.

The land in the suburbs is different from the capital city. When you look up from the capital city, you see a square sky, but when you look up from the suburbs, you can barely see the edges.

"She is really pitiful." Jing Rongyao suddenly remembered the original host.

Yes, as a traditional ancient woman, there is a watershed when she is born. With a silver spoon in her mouth, she can be pampered and served by her family as a treasure. When she is older, she can learn how to order tea, write poems and write poems, as all ladies should learn.

According to the article, when you are fourteen or fifteen years old, you have to prepare to get married before the child period has passed. And there are many people who are married, have children, and even become grandmothers before they are forty years old.

"There is no life that is not pitiable." The boy next to him suddenly said this. In the moment when Jing Rongyao was in a daze, he took another sip of wine, and the strong liquor slid down his throat. He looked very good-looking.

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"Why did you say that?" She found this man more and more interesting, just like a Russian matryoshka doll, and she didn't know if there would be another one.

"Of course it's because of the suffering." He smiled and gestured with his hand for Jing Rongyao to look towards the fields not far away.

"You know, they have to do this day and night, braving the wind and sun to take care of their small field. If they can have a good harvest, they can feed a large family. If there is a disaster, they will

I can only swallow this pain secretly, just like an ant, living slowly and with difficulty." The young man seemed a little uncomfortable and said with a mocking tone.

"It's not like a girl. Judging by her clothes, she's from a noble family, so naturally she can't understand her."

"Of course I understand!" Jing Rongyao blushed and said to him with an unconvinced look.

"Although I am a noble lady, I am not a bad person who eats and drinks at will without regard for human life! Let me tell you now! Give me another five years. Within five years, I will definitely make the common people of the Daqian Dynasty

Everyone has food to eat! Everyone can live a good life!"

With that said, she turned and left angrily, leaving only the young man with a playful smile, "Five years? Okay, Jing Rongyao, I'll wait for you."

If you look closely at the young man's appearance, you can see that he is clearly the mysterious young man who had a night party with King Yan that day, Fu Jinchen.

But here, Yunxi and Yan'er were still desperately looking for their lady. Not long after, they saw her coming back from a small road not far away.

Seeing her like this, the two of them didn't dare to ask any more questions, so they had to quickly follow her back.

Back at Jing Mansion, the servants handed over an invitation. It was said that it was His Majesty's birthday. If it was inconvenient for the princess to come, please ask Miss Jing to go on her behalf.

His Majesty’s post? Why should I go without my grandmother or father? Who should I see and what should I wear? Feeling confused, Jing Rongyao took Jin Cancan’s post and felt like a hot potato and didn’t know what to do.<

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It's supposed to be a place to relax, but why are there so many worries?

Jing Rongyao was lying on the table speechlessly, but something unknown what it was suddenly covered her eyes, this weird furry touch...

Jing Rongyao grabbed the thing off her face, and sure enough...

In front of her was a snow-white fluffy rabbit. The two animals stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Then the big rabbit broke away from her with a quick step.

"Gu Qiqi!!" Her howl almost lifted the roof of Qingzhixie.

What is this!