Chapter 278 The society died again

"Afu." Fu Xing stood on the steps with one hand in his pocket, looking at her against the sunlight, "Come here."

Lin Fu ran over with a smile, threw herself into Fu Xing's arms, put her arms around his waist, slammed her chin on his chest, and tilted her head up to act coquettishly.

"Fu Xing, what should I do? With you at home, I don't want to go to school anymore. Have you ever heard a saying from an ancient Chinese country on the ancient earth? It is called Spring Night, Short Days and High Days, and the king will never go to court early."

Fuxing's handsome face flashed a touch of uneasiness, and the tips of his ears were slightly red, but he didn't ignore the flashing sly look in Lin Fu's eyes.

"Tricking me again?"

"Hahaha…"

Lin Fu smiled and rolled her eyes, "No." She wouldn't say that she just bullied Fu Xing for not knowing the knowledge of the ancient earth, and took advantage of him!

Fu Xing pinched her face helplessly, but he couldn't bear to use force at all.

"Not yet admitted."

"It's just not, wait for me at home obediently, I'm going to court early." Thanks to the intimacy and heart-to-heart talk last night, the relationship between the two has grown by leaps and bounds, and Lin Fu's way of getting along with Fu Xing has also changed.

Shows a side that is not naughty, coquettish, and occasionally likes to tease people.

She also discovered that she had a habit of taking advantage of Fu Xing.

No matter what is cheap, as long as it is Fuxing, she is very happy.

Lin Fu let go of Fu Xing's embrace after speaking, but when she turned around, she was dumbfounded, "When did you guys come?"

At this time, under the steps, there are three rows of people standing in front and behind.

There are men and women, there is a familiar housekeeper, Chief of Staff Bernard, and there are many unfamiliar ones, one of whom is carrying a box in his hand. She was still in the crowd, and saw an old man with a familiar face. After careful reflection, she should have seen it in the imperial archives of Xingwang.

Those who can go to the imperial archives are definitely big bosses.

Everyone regained their composure from the sluggish state in an instant, perfectly interpreting what acting school is, with old drama bones and no trace of acting. They all bowed to Lin Fu solemnly, as if they had just seen nothing.

Lin Fu died again.

It can only be said that she is not yet an acting school, and she is so embarrassed that she can't wait to find a hole in the ground.

Wait... I have my back facing the door, so it’s fine if I don’t notice anyone coming, but Fuxing is clearly facing the door, so I must know someone is coming.

"Why didn't you remind me?" Lin Fu approached Fu Xing, lowered her voice and said angrily.

"I thought you knew."

"Didn't it be intentional?" Lin Fu suspected that he was lying, but after a closer look, she felt that she was thinking too much.

Fuxing has a restrained personality, and he will definitely not deliberately play tricks on others.

"Come here, Afu, let me introduce you." Fuxing took Lin Fu's hand naturally, and came to the white-haired grandfather, "This is the most authoritative art master in the empire, a professor of ancient literature and a national treasure. Painter, Mr. Yun."

Lin Fu's eyes lit up, and she finally remembered who the old man in front of her was.

Known as a man of glory, Mr. Yun, who is 310 years old this year, has witnessed countless influential figures.

His works are ridiculously expensive and impossible to buy.

Many are collected in the Royal Gallery.

And he no longer has new works coming out a hundred years ago.

"Hello, Mr. Yun."

Lin Fu bowed politely, and the white-haired Mr. Yun half-turned his body away from Lin Fu's bow with a smile.

"Don't dare, Madam, you are being polite."

"Mr. Yun is the exclusive painter of our family. He came here today to ask the old man to draw a wedding photo for us." Fu Xing's tone was flat, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching when he was listening, Bernard even more so. Face envy.

(end of this chapter)