Perhaps sensing his gaze, Fu Weiyun turned around and smiled slightly at him.

Wei Yan immediately lowered his eyes, focusing on his nose and his mind, adopting a calm and composed expression.

This was Xiao Qingyin's first time praying for skill under the moon. In order to be a good "big sister," she specially learned the prayer poems for skill from Han.

The two of them, Zuo Miaomiao and Zuo Miaomiao, were muttering to themselves.

Fu Weiyun, Wei Yan, and Yi Shuihan were just pretenders.

That's right, Yi Shuihan was also brought along by Xiao Qingyin.

The reason was that everyone worshipped the moon, so he had to too, otherwise he would seem too out of place.

Yi Shuihan originally did not want to comply.

He felt that the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl was a tragedy, too ominous, and he didn't want to have anything to do with that day.

But Xiao Qingyin defeated him with just one sentence.

"If you were half as skillful as Wei Yan, I would be completely satisfied."

Are you kidding me?

They actually think his hands aren't skillful enough?

He could make her feel like she was dying and coming back to life with just one hand.

If he were even a little more clever, she would probably run away whenever she saw him.

But since this woman is so convinced, he'll just have to pray for now. When she begs him to stop later, he'll definitely tell her, "You're the one who made me pray for this."

After worshipping the moon, the group played a game called "threading needles to pray for skill."

The so-called "threading the needle to pray for skill" game involves threading a needle with five-colored silk threads through nine parallel needle holes in a row. Whoever finishes the fastest wins.

After one round of the game, no one expected that Fu Weiyun would be the winner.

Wei Yan blurted out, "Is General Fu's hand speed this fast? How did you train?"

"I learned it from archery."

Fu Weiyun replied.

Wei Yan suddenly realized.

He said admiringly, "No wonder he's someone who's been practicing archery since childhood."

Fu Weiyun smiled and held out his hand: "Where's the gift?"

Everyone placed the prepared gifts into his hands.

Except for Zuo Miaomiao.

Zuo Miaomiao clutched the purse, looking reluctant, as if she couldn't bear to give away the gift.

Fu Weiyun stared at her intently.

Zuo Miaomiao bit her lip, and after a while, as if she had finally made up her mind, she took out a blue gem from her purse.

Xiao Qingyin was taken aback.

"Miaomiao, why did you prepare such an expensive gift?"

Zuo Miaomiao blinked: "I have several stones like this at home. I think they're quite pretty, so I brought them as a gift."

"Let's change it to something else," Xiao Qingyin said with a smile. "We've prepared some small trinkets."

The girl looked hesitant just now; she must have regretted it.

Zuo Miaomiao, however, did not accept the way out she was offered, and said with a smile, "It's alright, I like giving this as a gift."

She turned to Fu Weiyun and asked, "Can I sew this stone onto your sleeve?"

Fu Weiyun asked, puzzled, "Why do we need to sew it on?"

"So you can show off tomorrow," Zuo Miaomiao said with a smile. "You'll be wearing this outfit again tomorrow, right?"

Before the Qixi Festival, they all bathed and cleaned themselves, and wore clean clothes.

Fu Weiyun nodded: "Still wearing this outfit."

"That's good."

Zuo Miaomiao picked up the needle and thread and walked up to him. Fu Weiyun raised his hand, and Zuo Miaomiao sewed the gemstone to the most conspicuous position on the outside of his cuff.

After finishing sewing, she reminded him, "If anyone asks, remember to tell them that you won this while playing the Qiqiao game."

Fu Weiyun found it amusing, thinking that she wanted others to laugh at him, a dignified man, for begging for skill like a little girl.

"Okay, I'll tell them."

The next day, he specially wore this outfit and went out for a stroll.

He didn't encounter anyone asking about the origin of the gemstone button, but he did run into a crow that kept pecking at him and even pooped on him.

Fu Weiyun: "..."

He finally understood what the little girl was up to.

He's trying to get the crows to take revenge on him.

This gem was definitely taken from a crow's nest.

However, after examining the gem closely, a smile appeared on his lips.

Until the very end, you never know who will be laughing.

After successfully sewing the gemstone onto Fu Weiyun's body, Zuo Miaomiao was extremely proud of herself.

She found the gem by chance in a crow's nest in a tree outside the house.

Crows are the most vengeful birds.

Anyone who dares to steal from its den will be driven crazy by it every day.

After learning that Fu Weiyun would also be participating in the Qiqiao Festival, she devised this plan to avenge the screaming rat.

When Fu Weiyun was pooped on by a crow, she was secretly laughing to herself.

As she laughed, she realized something was wrong.

"Father, don't you have to attend court today?"

Seeing her elderly father going in and out of the house, she asked in confusion.

"I've taken leave."

The Left Censor replied.

"Why are you taking leave? Are you sick?"

"I'm not sick. I've lost something, and I need to find it before I can go to court."

"What is that?"

“A sapphire, from an official's hat, fell off when the thread broke. I had it on my desk, but after walking away for a little while, it disappeared.”

Zuo Miaomiao had a bad feeling.

"Is your gemstone about the size of a quail egg, round at one end, pointed at the other, and flat on both sides?"

The Left Censor was overjoyed: "That's right! Miaomiao, did you take it? You child, you took it and didn't even tell your father. Return it quickly, your father has to sew it onto his official hat, otherwise he can't go to court."

Zuo Miaomiao: "..."

She gave a stiff smile.

"Father, that gem... I gave it away..."

"What?!"

The Left Censor was taken aback.

"You gave it away? Who did you give it to? Get it back right now."

Zuo Miaomiao's teeth immediately ached.

Spare her. If she goes to ask Fu Weiyun for the jewels now, he will definitely kill her.

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