Making such a small request seems to ease the current tension.
Su Xiawei knew that the person referred to was her mother, so she agreed easily.
"I will send someone to ask for the portrait in a moment."
Wen Zhu nodded in thanks and left quickly.
Immediately afterwards, Su Xiawei went around to the back of Jishuiyuan Temple to search for Su Yunrong.
She walked slowly along the path, looking around as she went.
While walking slowly in search, her eyes were suddenly attracted by Mi Shusu in the distance - a head popped out from behind Mi Shusu - this was exactly the person she wanted to find.
When their eyes met, Su Xiawei felt a little flustered.
It was estimated that Su Yunrong must have heard the words she scolded him before.
"I... I just want her to stop being suspicious..." Su Xiawei said hesitantly, feeling uneasy, afraid that her explanation would not be able to convince the other party.
"I understand it perfectly. We were so close just now. Let's continue..."
Su Yunrong chuckled, with a hint of playfulness in her words.
As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, hugged Su Xiawei, and leaned over, ready to kiss her.
But Su Xiawei pushed Su Yunrong away forcefully: "No, it will be easy for people to find out, and then we will be in big trouble. Now that I know you are okay, I will leave first!"
Before she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave, looking very anxious.
"My leg is injured..."
Su Yunrong's voice became low, and it sounded like she was acting coquettishly.
But this did not stop Su Xiawei.
Su Xiawei turned around and gave Su Yunrong a blank look: "Then you should try to climb down the mountain by yourself."
After saying that, she quickened her pace.
Seeing this, Su Yunrong was still so naughty. It seemed that there was really nothing serious and she was just pretending.
At this moment, "Xiang'er!"
Su Yunrong called out softly, her tone filled with request and helplessness.
This gentle call made Su Xiawei turn around and look at him.
Su Yunrong took the opportunity to say, "Give me some money. I want to find a chance to deal with Li Shuirong."
There was a sense of urgency in his words.
Su Xiawei thought about it. Li Shuirong's love for Su Yunrong was indeed so infatuated that it made her worry. If she wasn't careful, it might really cause a big disturbance. But she still glared at Su Yunrong in dissatisfaction and said, "I'll have someone send you a silver note worth 800 taels tomorrow."
After saying this, Su Xiawei looked around again, and after confirming that no one noticed this place, she sneaked away quickly.
Not long after, Zhang Xu sent some homemade wine to the mansion.
Worried about the risks of giving it directly to Fu Yu, Wen Zhu decided to handle the matter with caution.
Therefore, she tasted the wine for three days until she was sure that the wine was indeed mellow, fragrant, and palatable. Only then did she choose to take out a pot and enjoy it with everyone at a warm dinner time.
Fu Yu usually liked to have a few drinks, so he didn't mind. He said to Wen Zhu in a joking tone: "Feed me."
Since he was feeding the wine, Wen Zhu naturally couldn't do it while standing.
She waved her hand gently to signal the maids to go down, then slowly sat on Fu Yu's lap, picked up an exquisite wine glass and brought it to his lips.
Fu Yu smiled and drank the wine in the glass, feeling a sweet taste spreading in his mouth.
He savored it carefully for a while, then asked curiously, "What kind of wine is this? It tastes very unique."
"Do you like the taste?"
Wen Zhu asked back softly, his eyes full of anticipation.
"It's much better than anything I've ever had."
Fu Yu exclaimed, "It seems that this kind of fine wine must be expensive, right?"
Hearing this, Wen Zhu finally felt relieved, and her smile became even sweeter. "It's not expensive, actually. It's brewed by my father himself. If you really like it, my prince, I can ask my father to send some more for you to enjoy."
"Did your father brew it himself?"
Fu Yu opened his eyes wide in surprise, his face full of disbelief.
Wen Zhu nodded and said affirmatively: "That's right."
After saying this, Fu Yu picked up the wine jug, carefully poured himself another glass, and savored it slowly.
"What a fine wine. But does it have a special name?"
He turned his head and looked at Wen Zhu and asked.
"How can something brewed at home be so formally named? However, if the prince is willing to give this jar of nectar a name, it would be a great honor!"
Wen Zhu responded to him with a gentle look, her tone gentle and full of respect.
Thinking of being able to participate in such a wonderful event, Fu Yu smiled gently. "In that case, let's name it according to the feeling it gives people when drinking it. Drinking this clear spring-like wine is as refreshing and comfortable as being in the mountains in spring morning. How about we name it 'Spring Mountain Dawn'?"
"Chun Shan Xiao..." Wen Zhu repeated the name softly, with a gleam in his eyes.
"What a fitting name! I'm going to tell Daddy right away that this elegant name was bestowed upon me by the noble Crown Prince himself. He'll surely be delighted and perhaps even eager to show it off!"
Her tone was filled with excitement that was hard to conceal.
“A fine wine like this should be appreciated by more people…”
When he said this, Fu Yu's voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes were fixed on the girl in front of him.
"Does your father plan to sell this fine wine on the market?"
“Will anyone buy it?”
Wen Zhu asked doubtfully, with confusion and expectation flashing in his eyes.
"This wine is indeed good, but if we want to sell it on the market, we must first obtain the corresponding license from the liquor regulator. If they feel that this wine does not meet the standards, they may not approve the license for us."
Fu Yu explained in detail, his tone full of understanding of the necessity of this regulation.
Seeing the beauty frowning slightly in worry, Fu Yu's heart softened. He couldn't help but hold her soft wrist and whispered softly in her ear: "Don't worry, I believe this Chunshan Xiaojiu has its unique charm and is worth our efforts."
After hearing these words of encouragement, Wen Zhu's frown immediately relaxed and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Then, she gently put her arms around the man's neck and asked in the softest voice how to apply for a license from the relevant department.
Faced with such intimate behavior, Fu Yu did not hesitate to be patient and gave a detailed explanation to the best of his ability.
During the conversation, in order to ease the tense atmosphere, Wen Zhu picked up the bottle of Chunshan Xiao wine beside him and filled it up for him.
When Fu Yu suggested that they take turns tasting the food like playing a little game, although she knew there was a hint of joking in it, she still smiled and nodded in agreement.
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