126. We must make our mark on history!

“By the way, do you have a nickname? I don’t know what to call you except for ‘County Princess’,” Lin Fuman said. “County Princess is a title, but it’s not your name. Just like my mother, everyone calls her Aunt, but no one, not even me, knows her name. That’s not right.”

The little dumpling, still a bit confused, said, "Sister Fufu can call Yue'er Little Moon, that's what Little Cloud calls Yue'er."

"Little moon, little moon..." Lin Fuman read it a few times, then smiled. "That's great. By the way, I'll tell you a secret I just found out: my mother's name is Li Yuniang, and Lin Lingrong's mother's name is Gan Fanggui."

She looked at the little dumpling and said very seriously, "They are not concubines or wives, nor are they Madam Li or Madam Gan. They are Li Yuniang and Gan Fanggui."

The little boy stared at her blankly, sensing a certain solemn and profound meaning in her words.

She didn't understand, but she nodded emphatically: "Yes, yes, Yue'er remembers their names! Yue'er also remembers Mother's name, Mother's name is Jiang Xiyue!"

"Mmm, you understand me! You really are my confidante, a wonderful best friend sent to me by heaven!" Lin Fu happily wanted to pick up the little dumpling and spin her around, but because she was too weak and the little dumpling was solid, she couldn't lift her and almost fell over.

"Damn it, if I were in modern times, I could do a hundred squats while holding you and not even be out of breath!" Lin Fuman rubbed her forehead to relieve the dizziness.

"But... won't you die if you don't breathe?" The little dumpling went up to support her and asked in confusion.

"Oh dear, that's an exaggeration." Lin Fuman quickly recovered.

"In short!" Lin Fu said with renewed vigor and radiant spirit, "We will not become anyone's appendages! We will definitely make a name for ourselves, we will go down in history! We will leave our own names! We will leave a lasting mark!"

The little dumpling didn't quite understand, but it was also filled with excitement. It raised its round hand high, its eyes filled with Doraemon's image, and shouted, "Go! We're the best!"

"Charge!"

"Go for it!"

The two men shouted their battle cry and charged into the courtyard.

Once in the courtyard, Lin Fu plopped down in a chair, catching her breath: "This body... ugh... it's really no good..."

Then, she mysteriously pulled out a small cloth bag: "Oh, right, Little Moon, I brought you something good!"

The little dumpling curiously leaned closer: "What kind of duck is that?"

Lin Fuman untied the cloth bundle, inside which was a thin bamboo tube and a small porcelain bottle.

She shook the porcelain bottle, and a soft sloshing sound came from inside: "This is 'bubble solution.' Dip it in, then blow gently—"

She dipped the bamboo tube into the bottle, raised it to her lips, and gently blew on it.

A string of crystal-clear bubbles immediately floated out of the bamboo tube.

The bubbles are colorful in the sunlight, and their colors change as they move.

"Wow—" The little dumpling's eyes widened, colorful bubbles reflected in her clear eyes. She cautiously reached out to touch it. "Wow! What, what kind of duck is this? It's so pretty!"

Lin Fu blew another string of bubbles with a grin: "These are called 'bamboo tube bubbles,' aren't they fun? Come on, try it, and remember to blow them out!"

She wiped the bamboo tube clean and handed it to the little dumpling.

The little dumpling took the bamboo tube and imitated Lin Fuman by dipping it in water and blowing air.

The little dumpling successfully blew her first bubble, and she jumped up excitedly: "The moon did it! It flew up!"

The two chased after the bubbles in the courtyard, and several maids couldn't help but join in. In an instant, the courtyard was filled with flying bubbles and laughter.

The little dumpling held the bamboo tube with great delight: "Sister Fufu, how did you come up with that? It's amazing!"

Lin Fu blinked and smiled mischievously: "I was bored lying in bed, so I thought of some fun things to do."

She paused, finally remembering that she had come to see Little Dumpling today for something important: "By the way, Little Moon, have you found the master?"

The little dumpling nodded quickly and recounted how Qu Zijin had promised to help.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fuman's eyes lit up, and she excitedly grasped the little dumpling's hand: "That's wonderful! I knew you were the most reliable, Little Moon!"

As the two were talking, a maid brought over some snacks. Seeing that they were having a good time, she smiled and said, "Miss, Miss Lin, why don't you rest for a while and have something to eat?"

Lin Fuman thanked her.

The two sat and ate some snacks for a while, and then blew bubbles for a bit.

Unfortunately, the water in the porcelain bottle was quickly used up.

The little dumpling turned the porcelain bottle upside down and turned it over, then realized it was really empty, and looked a little disappointed: "The beautiful bubbles are gone..."

"It's alright, it's alright, we can play something else," Lin Fu said, resting her chin on her hand in thought. Suddenly, she noticed the colorful silk ribbon tied around the maid's waist and had a brilliant idea. "Let's play jump rope!"

The little dumpling was taken aback: "Jump rope? What kind of duck is that?"

Without saying a word, Lin Fuman untied the ribbon from her hair, borrowed a few colorful ropes from the maid, and quickly braided them into a long rubber band.

She had two maids stand at either end of the rope to tighten it.

“That’s it!” Lin Fuman looked at the little dumpling. “It’s so much fun. Let me demonstrate it first.”

She nimbly jumped in, leaping between the two rubber bands, hooking or stepping on them with her feet.

Gradually, she began to sing and dance: "Little ball, banana pear, Malan flowers bloom at twenty-one..."

The little dumpling stared in disbelief, then eagerly exclaimed, "I want to play too!"

Lin Fuman pulled her over and patiently taught her rhythm and steps.

At first, the little dumpling stumbled a bit, but soon she was able to dance along with Lin Fuman's rhythm.

Two children were happily playing a new and exciting game in the yard.

Jiang Xiyue stood under the corridor, watching them from afar, her expression complex.

The old nanny beside her whispered, "Madam, the young lady seems very happy, and Miss Lin doesn't seem to have any bad intentions, but..."

Jiang Xiyue sighed softly, "Perhaps this child is not a bad person, it's just that the Duke of Anguo's mansion..."

She shook her head and didn't say anything more.

-

Soon, the sun set, and it was time for Lin Fuman to go back.

The little dumpling held her hand reluctantly, asking, "Sister Fufu, will you come again tomorrow?"

Lin Fu smiled and pinched her cheek: "When I feel better, I'll come to play with you every day!"

She pulled a folded piece of paper from her bosom and handed it to the little dumpling: "Here, this is the recipe for bubble solution. Have the maid make it so you can play with it anytime!"

The little dumpling took the recipe and held it in her hands as if it were a treasure: "Really? Then Yue'er can play with Xiaoyunduo!"

Lin Fuman felt a little jealous again.

Even your best friend has her own best friend; you're not her best friend's closest friend.

She was her only best friend, but she wasn't her only best friend...

Although it's a bit of a mouthful, this kind of thing is heartbreaking, both in ancient and modern times.

However, Lin Fuman quickly adjusted her mood: "Remember to mix it according to the recipe, and the bubbles you blow will be big and not easy to pop!"

The two chatted hand in hand as they walked, and the little dumpling escorted her to the gate of the mansion.

"Alright, Little Moon, you can go back now. See you next time." With that, Lin Fu waved and turned to get into the carriage.