Eunuch Song replied, "Master Fu is originally from Ling County, Jinzhou Prefecture, but his registered permanent residence has now been moved to the capital.""Did he inherit his thorny personality from his father or his mother?" the emperor asked again. "It is said that Master Fu's mother was adopted by the Fu family. Master Fu lost his father when he was young, which may have caused his stubborn temperament." The emperor snorted coldly: "You are a fatherless jerk, no one has taught you, no wonder you dare to provoke me like this." Eunuch Song asked softly, "Do you need my help to knock on Master Fu?" "No need for that. How many people are there who are capable of being troublemakers these days?" The emperor opened the memorial again and reviewed it. Eunuch Song smiled: "The emperor still respects Master Fu." "Don't I just owe him a wife? Just give him one back." "Your Majesty, do you want to help Master Fu to plead with the Queen Mother?" "How dare I disobey my mother's order?" The emperor glanced at him, "Aren't there several princesses still waiting to be married? Let him choose one."

What an honor it is to be the emperor's son-in-law. Ordinary people are not worthy. Eunuch Song immediately said, "Your Majesty, this is absolutely impossible. I have seen that Lord Fu is deeply in love with Miss Yan. If you let Lord Fu become your consort, it would be even more…" The emperor had just picked up the pen when his hand paused. "You have a point." Then, he put the wolf hair brush on the imperial desk, "In this way, I'm afraid that this troublemaker will have no intention of serving in the court." "Forget it. I don't care." - The sun is scorching, especially in the afternoon. Even so, Yan Funing still followed Yan Bojian out of the house. The brother and sister went to the outskirts of Beijing. A carriage stopped outside an abandoned farmyard, and the brother and sister quietly entered. There was already someone waiting in the house in the courtyard. Zhenfeng saw his master coming over and pointed at the sack in the shape of a person with his hands and feet tied inside and said, "This is Gao Wei." Yan Bojian moved his fingers, signaling Zhenfeng to tear off the black cloth covering Gao Wei's head. Zhenfeng understood and pulled it away, revealing the face of a middle-aged man. Perhaps because he had his head covered for a long time, he squinted when he saw the light. His mouth was stuffed with a rag and a thick hemp rope was wrapped around his lips and the rest of his head, so he couldn't speak or make much of a sound. Seeing a young man and woman coming, Gao Wei moved. His eyes were filled with fear, as if asking them what they wanted to do. Yan Bojian moved his fingers again: "Take the thing off his mouth." Zhenfeng ordered his men to take action, and he reported, "Sir, this man was cunning and escaped once on the road."

His mouth finally relaxed, Gao Wei called for help: "Help, help, someone is killing someone!" "I just said this old guy is not honest." Zhenfeng kicked him on the jaw, "Try to shout again?" Gao Wei was depressed: "What on earth do you want to do?" Yan Funing asked calmly, "Your master is the jade craftsman Yang Shu. Tell me, why don't you work for him anymore?" Gao Wei stiffened his neck, leaned against the wall, and muttered, "I've learned my craft too well, he can't tolerate me." "Oh, is that really the case?" Yan Funing frowned, "Isn't it because of your dirty hands and feet?" "Nonsense!" Gao Wei stood up straight. "Did the old man say that to me?" "Isn't it?" Yan Funing asked back. Gao Wei raised his nose and said, "The old man only gave me one or two taels of silver as monthly allowance. At that time, I was a young man and was about to get married. How could one or two taels of silver a month be enough for me to spend?" "So you used the jade shop to enrich yourself?" Yan Funing asked again. "I say, little girl, can't you just listen to what I have to say?" "You said." "I will tell you if you don't kill me." Gao Wei looked around in horror. Except for the extremely pretty girl in front of him, the other men were obviously martial artists. His hands and feet were tied and he had no way to escape. "I won't take your life." Yan Funing said, and took out a silver ingot from her purse. "Tell the truth, and the silver will be yours." Gao Wei licked his dry lips and said, "I'm telling the truth." He looked at the man next to him again and said, "Please be kind and give me some water to drink!" Zhenfeng looked at Yan Bojian, and when he saw his master nodded, he ordered his men to feed Gao Wei some water. After drinking the water, Gao Wei finally said, "My master's requirements for making jadeware are too high, and the raw materials he finds are also expensive." "He should have made good money, but he kept his profits low. He said that honesty is the basis of doing business." "Not only that, he is slow, and it takes him half a month to make something. It's really strange, there are many people who come to him to ask him to make jade articles, and they are all dignitaries." "Those who specifically asked him to do it specifically asked him to complete it by name. Yang Yutang and I are quick, but he just wouldn't let us do it." Yan Funing said, "Since your master won't let you touch it, it means your skills are not up to par. So one tael of silver a month is fine, and the price is from more than ten years ago." "My skills are good enough. For example, my drawing skills are pretty good. My master always asks me to make a copy of the draft given by the customer in advance, fearing that it might be damaged." Gao Wei said quite complacently, "My skills are not good enough?" "In this case, your master will definitely give you an important task in due time." Gao Wei shook his head: "He has his own son. I don't mean to inherit his jade shop. I just want him to let me make the expensive jade work. But every time I can only make jade rings and the like. I am tired of it." "That's why you left?" "I want to get married. I have a lover down the street. She wants a dowry of 100 taels of silver. How can I have so much money? So I had to leave the jade shop and find another job." Yan Funing sneered, "Nonsense, you were kicked out by your master."

Gao Wei frowned: "Miss, you know it so clearly, why bother asking?" Yan Funing took out a jade pendant from her collar, reached behind her neck to untie it, and then held the strap on the jade pendant to show the pattern on the jade pendant to the middle-aged man on the ground. "Do you recognize this jade pendant?" Gao Wei seemed very frightened and kept shrinking back. Zhenfeng immediately held the man down and said, "Tell the truth!" Gao Wei swallowed his saliva and said, "I recognize it. More than ten years ago, a lady brought a draft to Master to make a jade pendant like this. The draft was copied by me. That year, the jade shop suffered a fire. The fire was strange. It was the person who made the jade pendant who wanted to silence me!" Yan Fu stared at him solemnly: "There are two jade pendants like this. Your master made one. Who made the other one?" Gao Wei murmured, "Of course it is, of course it is Master." Yan Bojian raised his foot and stepped on the man's chest, shouting, "Why don't you tell the truth? Just now you said that your skills have already reached the level, but now you don't admit it?" A crackling sound was heard. They were all the sounds of men pinching their wrists. Gao Wei was sweating profusely, and finally nodded and admitted: "I have made one too, and someone paid me a high price to make it." (End of this chapter)