The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Xie Qingyao looked at Jiang Si suspiciously: "Asi, what can you do?"

Jiang Si whispered a few words in Xie Qingyao's ear.

Xie Qingyao became more surprised: "Is this possible?"

"Try it, if it doesn't work, think of another way, there is no way out of the sky."

Xie Qingyao nodded vigorously: "Okay, then try."

The two of them went to find Xie Yinlou, and only when they walked to the door, they heard the woman's voice: "Yinlou, auntie won't harm you. The girl that aunt said is one of the best in character and appearance, and she is right for you. "

Xie Qingyao stepped over the threshold and said coldly: "Brother, why are you here if you don't go to the mourning hall at this time? Let me find it easily."

Seeing his younger sister resembling Jiang, Xie Yinlou's tight expression was slightly loose, and he was a bit embarrassed.

I thought he wouldn't talk to each other, and they would stop talking about being bored, but they didn't expect to let their sisters listen.

As soon as Xie Qingyao came in, the woman frowned quickly, and immediately showed affectionate expression: "Qingyao, adults are talking about business, go and rest first."

Xie Qingyao looked at Xie Yinlou with an innocent look: "Big Brother, is there anything more important than the funeral for my parents?"

Xie Yinlou stood up with a cold expression: "Naturally not."

Seeing him leaving, the woman hurriedly said, "Yinlou, you are wrong about this. Now in addition to organizing the funeral of your uncle and wife, there is another major event that is your marriage!"

Xie Yinlou looked at the woman coldly, without saying a word.

The woman didn't care about Xie Yinlou's expression of freezing to death. In her opinion, the other party was a junior, but they got the patriarch nodded. If this kid dared to put on the air of the world, don't think of a good reputation.

Want to attack the Jue without a good reputation? dream!

"Marriage?" Xie Qingyao raised his voice as if he heard a joke, "If your parents have passed away, and those who are children must be filial for three years, how can they marry?"

The girl's chin was slightly raised, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes showed dissatisfaction.

The woman is not afraid of Xie Yinlou, but a little bit of Xie Qingyao.

A little girl without her parents is like a barefoot who is not afraid of wearing shoes. Who would she look for to reason if she really loses her face?

At this time, Xie Qingyao’s aunt said: "Qingyao, there are always exceptions to everything. Your brother is the only seedling of Yongchang Bo’s House, and your parents are in a hurry. I don’t know how sorry it is for not seeing your brother getting married. Let them wait for another three years? Besides, you can't rely on your brother to take care of this huge Boss house alone, right? Marry you a sister-in-law before the first seven days, so your brother will have good help in the future. Not good?"

On this point, the eighth aunt and aunt are the same. She vaguely glanced at Jiang Si who was next to Xie Qingyao, and pointed out: "There is an aunt who will check your brother, and she will definitely marry a zhenjing and virtuous person. It's better than your elder brother was so young and ignorant that he was coaxed by a messy woman."

Xie Qingyao's face suddenly sank, and he looked at his aunt: "Is this also what the aunt meant?"

The aunt twitched her lips: "This matter was discussed with your grandmother when your uncle came. How can your aunt dare to call the shots? Qing Yao, don't worry about you as a girl."

Unexpectedly, after a few years of absence, this girl has become so witty. Fortunately, the master meant to marry his daughter to Yongchang Bofu, instead of letting her son marry this girl, otherwise she would not die!

"Yeah, there is an aunt about this, don't worry about your little girl." The eighth aunt glanced at her aunt.

The two of them met each other and smelled of gunpowder.

Half of their goals are the same. As for who can achieve the other half of the goals, it depends on their abilities.

Xie Qingyao saw it in his eyes, and felt sad in his heart.

Asi was right, both the aunt and the eighth aunt couldn't wait for their own person to be the future wife. Taking advantage of their contradictions was an opportunity for her and her brother.

"But I heard my mother mentioned that my eldest brother is already talking about marriage. If I want my parents to look down, I think it's more appropriate to choose the girl my parents like."

At this moment, Xie Yinlou subconsciously glanced at Jiang Si, and couldn't help but think of some possibility.

Xie Yinlou frowned, preparing to stop his sister's mischief.

The mess in their home should not pull others in.

Xie Qingyao seemed to have expected his brother's reaction, and the hand behind him pulled him hard.

Xie Yinlou lowered his eyes to cover up the doubts in his eyes and decided to watch the changes.

"Agreement? Which girl?" The eighth aunt raised her voice immediately.

The aunt followed: "The marriage hasn't been settled down, and the woman is definitely not willing to get married within seven days, and it will have to wait another three years at that time—"

"In three years, my eldest brother will not be 20 years old, it is not too late at all." Xie Qingyao retorted inbearably.

The eighth aunt patted his thigh: "Qing Yao, you are what a child said. Why are you so eager to get your eldest brother to marry your parents 70%? It is because he is the only seedling. You have seen the impermanence of the world. Who knows that in three years How much has happened?"

Xie Qingyan paled with anger: "What do you mean by this? Could it be cursing my elder brother to have an accident?"

The aunt looked filled with righteous indignation: "Yes, what you said is too unkind. Yinlou, your parents have passed away, and your uncle can be the master of your marriage. This matter depends on your uncle and aunt. We are all For your good—"

"Uncle and aunt are really for our good?"

"Naturally it is true."

The eighth aunt is unwilling to lag behind: "Qing Yao, we are a family, all with the surname Xie, the eighth uncle and eighth aunt are dedicated to you."

Xie Qingyao wiped away his tears and sneered: "Since the aunt and the eighth aunt said they are good for us, if any of you can say these things in front of my parents, my brother's marriage depends on whom."

My aunt and my eighth-aunt became dumb.

"If my aunt and my eighth-aunt dare not talk, then you don't care about my elder brother's marriage. As the elders said, my parents are most concerned about the eldest brother's marriage. This matter must not be hasty. The woman whom my parents promised to mention before the spirit is good, and my parents can rest assured in the spirit of heaven. If not, wait until the three-year period of filial piety expires before choosing it slowly.

"Go, go, Auntie has a clear conscience." Aunt Eight glanced at her aunt, and walked to the shed with her foot up.

Unwilling to be left behind, the aunt immediately followed.

Several elders of the same clan and grandparents, including the uncles and eighth uncles of the Xie family, were sitting in the house. They all got up and followed.

This kind of dispute is not easy for men to show up, but it is what they meant.

"Asi--" Seeing the crowd rushing into the shed, Xie Qing gave Jiang Si anxiously.

It was noon at this time, and there were no guests who came to mourn. The shed was empty, and it was instantly filled with people pouring in.

With a flick of Jiang's fingertips, the phantom fireflies quietly flew towards the eighth aunt and aunt.

Jiang Si gave Xie Qingyao a relieved look.

Xie Qingyao settled down and said loudly: "Auntie eight, you can tell my parents first."

Aunt Eight looked at the two dark coffins placed side by side, the smell of burning paper pierced into her nose, inexplicably feeling a little bit more chill than when she came.