Planning to marry the third master

Hearing this, the old lady smiled a little more friendly, asked someone to take the gift, and said, "Sit down and talk."

Xie Yunxiao took Chen Haonan to his seat.

Old lady Xie asked: "When did you meet my Xin Hui?"

Chen Haonan: "It turns out that we met by chance at the Great Buddha Temple a few days ago. She didn't pay attention to me. But it's rare for me to be attracted to a woman, so I asked about it." At this point, Chen Haonan apologized: "I have no offense. meaning."

The old lady smiled and said: "This is just asking, not offensive."

Luo Mingshuang said: "Master Chen is here, so the elders in the family will know about it."

Chen Haonan: "Not yet. I think I have to get over the wishes of my parents first, so I haven't told my family yet."

The old lady said: "That's right. My Xin Hui has indeed reached the age of marriage proposal. However, his father is not here. Let's write a letter to his father first. The round trip only takes about twenty days. I don't know if Mr. Chen can afford to wait." "

Chen Haonan nodded: "The younger generation will come to Jinling with the elders then."

After thinking about it, the old lady said, "Okay, let's talk about it together at that time. You can tell your elders whether it works out or not."

"it is good."

After talking about business, they chatted about the elders in the family, and after a few polite words, Chen Haonan left.

After waiting for the others to leave, Xie Yunxiao returned to the old lady's Chunhua Courtyard. Naturally, some matters were discussed in private.

Luo Mingshuang was naturally overjoyed and said: "This brings back the matter of the beautiful girl. Xin Hui marries so well. This is the way a woman should go."

Wang Qingyue said: "We, the Xie family, cannot afford to offend the officials."

The old lady was also worried. She looked at Xie Yunxiao and said, "Xiao'er, are you familiar with the Jinling County Sheriff?"

Xie Yunxiao said: "I know him, but I'm not familiar with him."

Old lady: "Go and find her. Our Xie family only has a legitimate daughter. We have already discussed the marriage, but she has an adopted daughter. Of course, this is not disrespectful to the official family. There is really nothing we can do about it."

Xie Yunxiao nodded: "My son will go look for him."

Luo Mingshuang said: "I have to trouble my third brother about this matter."

Xie Yunxiao agreed and left.

Here they were discussing selling their adopted daughter, but over there Feng Zhuohua started to fall ill again.

This illness was naturally due to the change in weather. She was slightly affected by the wind and had a clear runny nose, but to the outside world she needed to rest again.

The adult's matter has not yet reached the ears of the younger generation, so these people naturally don't know about it yet.

Feng Zhuo Huadao wrote: With a thunder, a loud and high-pitched cry of a baby came from the delivery room of the Yan family mansion. The midwife inside the house announced the good news: "It's a boy, my wife is a boy..." The bull-headed, horse-faced, black and white, impermanent people guarding the door nodded to each other, and then left...

Shuangxi watched his lady write without blinking. Just reading the first paragraph made him want to tell her to write faster. But I can’t disturb you, I can’t disturb you, I’ll endure it.

It was time for her house to recuperate again, and several other people in a yard went to play on their own without being surprised.

Feng Zhuohua stayed in the house to "recuperate" for ten days.

Double Happiness reminded: "Miss, another ten days have passed, and you haven't gone to say hello to grandma for ten days."

Feng Zhuohua finished writing the first volume in one go, looked at the neat manuscripts placed by Shuangxi, and said, "I just need to check it out. I'll have another day's rest."

"Okay, what do you say to me slave? Are you almost done?"

"It's up to you."

"Yes."

Feng Zhuohua's back and shoulders were aching, and she didn't like writing this storybook. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to persevere, and it would be very difficult.

She didn't just get divorced if she wanted to. Shuangxi went out for a while and then came back and said, "Miss, there is a painter coming to the house to paint pictures outside. I want every lady to go."

Feng Zhuohua asked in confusion: "Can you tell me why you painted pictures?"

Shuangxi: "I don't know about that. The people over there said that everyone should paint, including the young lady. If the young lady is good enough, she will definitely go."

Paint a portrait, why?

Since everyone had to go, Feng Zhuohua had no choice but to get up and go.

Shuangxi went to pick out clothes for Feng Zhuohua, and she was still wearing the light green smoked skirt.

Feng Zhuohua put on her own makeup and suppressed her beauty, deliberately pulling out some hair from her forehead to cover it.

Beauty is not a good thing in this world.

She felt that she was a bit ugly, but others were different. Frailty and well-behaved were synonymous with her overall temperament. Not glamorous but charming, simple yet elegant and comfortable.