"The eldest princess and the young prince have a very good relationship." Tu Nan, who had been playing in the background, saw that the matter was finally settled, and then he spoke with a smile.
"Hehe, of course. My sister and I have a better relationship than my uncle, the emperor." Feng Xiyun looked proud. He was clearly feeling wronged and had to write a 5,000-word self-criticism just now, but the cloudy sky cleared up in a second.
But Fengming, who was originally happy, suddenly changed his expression when he heard Tunan's voice. He sighed dejectedly, "My signed limited edition book!!!" He threw himself on the tea table, opened the box containing Mo Wen's signed book that was torn by Wang Yijun, and looked distressed.
Anyway, all the outsiders had left, and after the sudden incident with Wang Yijun, Fengming really didn't want to pretend to be mature and prudent anymore.
"Ah, my book..." Feng Xiyun then remembered the book that had been torn apart before he could even open it. He threw himself to the table in the same posture as Feng Ming, both of them with tears in their eyes, looking so pitiful.
"Wow, Feng Xiyun, you idiot, it's all your fault. If it weren't for you, how could Mr. Mo Wen's book be torn? My heart aches. I'm telling you, you must go find Mr. Jin Rujian to fix the book. It can only be Mr. Jin Rujian. Otherwise, don't expect me to protect you from Sixth Uncle anymore!"
"Ah, sister, do we really have to find Master Jin? Although that old man is indeed the best at repairing books, he only repairs ancient books."
Seeing that the book was torn into two pieces, it was useless to blame Feng Xiyun. Fortunately, Mr. Jin Rujian, the best book repairer in Daqing, was recently hired by Wenhuatang for a large sum of money to repair ancient books in the capital. If he could be asked to do it, he would surely be able to repair the book very well.
But the higher the master's level, the higher the temper required. Jin Rujian was such a peculiar old craftsman, he only repaired the most difficult ancient books. In fact, the damage to Mo Wen's new book was not serious, and it didn't even affect the reading. Just gluing the cover back would not affect it. However, this was the first idol merchandise Feng Ming had pursued in his two lives, so he wanted the best.
"No matter what, I don't care. I just want Master Jin to fix it. Aren't you very capable? You always teach people a lesson no matter what. Anyway, you have to get this done for me!" Feng Ming didn't care about the eldest princess's face at all and resorted to the trick of "making trouble without reason".
Tu Nan had not expected that after being classmates who rarely spoke for so many years and spending a day or two in close contact with Feng Ming, he had believed in Feng Ming's character as a dignified princess. However, he did not expect that because of a book, he would see Feng Ming as a child.
"What should I do? I seem to like it more!"
Feng Ming was still arguing with Feng Xiyun about who to find to repair the book, and she didn't notice that Tu Nan was looking at her with gentle and doting eyes, and missed a great opportunity to find out the truth.
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"How about I get you a new signed book, this one is so damaged." Tuanan saw that the two of them had been looking at the book pitifully, especially Fengming, who looked as aggrieved as a cabbage beaten by wind and rain, and he felt reluctant to let them go.
"Tunan, please stop comforting us. We are already very grateful for these two books. We will definitely find a way to fix them and will never let you down."
Feng Ming, however, simply didn't believe it. How could she not know how arrogant her idol was? He said he would sign 100 books, but he would definitely not sign 101. There were so many people in Daqing who liked Mo Wen's novels, it was not so easy to just ask for another one, unless one knew Mo Wen himself.
"Yes, Tuanan, I know you have good intentions, but, alas, I can't use my status to pressure others, so forget it." Feng Xiyun had the same attitude as Feng Ming and didn't believe it at all.
Tuanan: "..." Does it seem so untrustworthy? Believe it or not, you will be shocked when I tell you Mo Wen's identity.
"Well, I didn't comfort you. If you really need it, I can find another one for you."
"Tunan, I know you mean well and you have a good relationship with Wenhuatang, but even if you're the boss of Wenhuatang, it's useless. By now, the one hundred, no, ninety-eight limited edition signed books must have been sold out long ago. Unless you know Master Mo Wen personally, you'd be almost there." Feng Ming flipped through the torn pages distressedly, still not believing Tunan. "Forget it, it's the same if we find someone to repair it. At least Master Mo Wen's signature is intact."
After checking and confirming that only the cover was torn, Feng Ming finally put the book back into the wooden box with peace of mind. After struggling for a long time, he finally gave the wooden box containing the intact book to Feng Xiyun.
"Here, this good one is for you. Keep it carefully and carefully. If I find out that you damage even a corner of it, I will beat you up like a panda."
Then he picked up another wooden box, turned around and bowed to Tunan: "After all this trouble, I haven't had time to thank you, Tunan. Thank you so much."
"It's nothing, really, I can..."
Tunan wanted to say more, but seeing Fengming's expression that said "you don't need to comfort me", he smiled helplessly and said, "You're welcome, Princess."
"Oh, forget it, forget it. I can't let it affect my mood. We agreed to go to the horse racing outside the city. Let's go. It's only the second day since Tu Nan came. We should be happy." Feng Ming adjusted his mood. The book was broken, and he couldn't be sad all the time. It was important to seize the present moment.
"Yes, yes, let's go. I asked them to prepare the fine horses that Uncle San had recently selected. They are all excellent Dayuan horses selected from outside the Great Wall."
The three of them then settled the bill and helped Wang Yijun compensate the teahouse owner for the tables and chairs. They left the city amid the teahouse owner's gratitude.
As expected, Feng Xiyun had already ordered people to prepare three tall and handsome horses. They were well-proportioned, tall, and had shiny fur, which made everyone happy to see them.
Fengming and Feng Xiyun received education that included riding and archery since childhood, but they did not expect that Tuanan, who looked like a weak and frail young man, was as good at riding as he was at martial arts. The three of them had a lot of fun playing together.
That night, Fengming dreamed of riding horses with Tunan. They shared a horse, and she leaned in Tunan's arms, looking so beautiful...
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