The woman who took the photo of Nan Jue's ownership was surprised: "Aren't you the one who bet on number seven?!"

Li Huashi smiled happily and nodded: "Yes, it's me."

The man was surprised. He didn't expect that the mayor of Fanhua City was so young. He looked very humble and seemed easy to get along with.

Afterwards, the other party finally reacted and bowed to Li Huashi, saying, "I am Liu Ruopu, greeting the Lord City Lord."

The others also hurriedly bowed and introduced themselves.

Li Huashi waved her hand and said, "Hey, you will soon be the Empress's person, why do you call me Lord City Lord?

My name is Hua Zuobai, you can just call me City Lord Hua. If I'm not mistaken, this money was collected by all of you, right?"

Liu Ruopu nodded and smiled: "Yes."

Li Huashi asked curiously, "Can I ask why you took the photo of this throne?"

Liu Ruopu: "I want to give all women in the world a chance to go to court, to be an official, and to have a choice other than getting married."

Liu Ruopu and Li Huashi told a story.

Her own story.

When she was young, she loved reading, but not playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, or painting, nor did she like practicing martial arts.

She is very intelligent, more intelligent in literature than most men.

But because she neither likes traveling around the world nor is interested in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, it seems that she has only one choice: waiting to get married.

At first, she was just waiting for her family to choose a moderately good option for her and then get married.

But her younger brother, because of his arrogance and domineering, once something happened

She was sold to a sick man by her parents at a high price.

This is not the scariest thing.

The most terrifying thing was that the man died suddenly the day before the wedding.

But the other party has already given the money, and it is impossible for her parents to return it.

So she was destined to be married to that man in a ghost marriage.

To bury yourself and the other person together in the coffin.

She hates! She is afraid! She doesn't want to die.

But she couldn’t escape...

(Thank you for the little gifts, you are all the best babies. Love you all.)