Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

Mrs. Cui said modestly: "Madam, you are too modest. A little girl lives in the countryside and has crude habits. How can she be as well-educated as the rich ladies from the Hou family's palace in the middle of the capital. The two old ladies don't blame her for being vulgar. I am already grateful." It's over. "

Ms. Cui had already seen everyone's overheated looks, and was even more certain of some of her assumptions. Therefore, she would rather discredit her daughter than let others remember her.

After some pleasantries between Wu and Cui, the two old ladies had come to their senses. After listening to Cui's words, Mrs. Li Guogong smiled and said, "Mrs. Shen's words are too modest. Your love is so naive and innocent." Romance, this is the rarest temperament of a daughter's family, much better than those smooth and sophisticated girls..."

"Yes, I think this girl is very close to her. The more I look at her, the more I like her." Mrs. Wu Qingbo also said.

The two old ladies chatted with Cui. After talking for a while, the old lady actually asked Cui about the date of birth of the chrysanthemum, and her intention became more and more obvious.

Mrs. Wu Qingbo saw that Mrs. Liu could no longer hold back, so she ordered several girls at home and several girls from Duke Li's mansion to go to the garden to play together, so as not to make the girls listen badly when they talked about the marriage.

Several girls who were detained in the Nuan Pavilion were eager to hear what the old lady said. They rushed over one after another, took Juhua's hand affectionately, and went to play in the garden.

When they got outside, Mo Shuya said excitedly to Juhua: "Miss Shen, do you still remember me? We met in the palace before, and I even talked to you?"

Of course Juhua remembered it, but the atmosphere in the palace that day was so solemn that she didn't dare to reply to her words.

With that little interaction before, the two of them became much closer than others. Their temperaments were similar, and they both had cheerful and lively optimistic temperaments. Therefore, after communicating for a while, they quickly became friends...

In the warm room, Mrs. Cui honestly told Juhua's birthday and horoscope. Although she was very reluctant, the person who asked her was too valuable. She did not dare to refuse her, and there was even a little reluctance on her face. He didn't even dare to show his expression.

Although their mother and daughter are supported by the Queen, the relationship between Duke Li and the Queen is closer, so she will not be stupid enough to offend this respected old lady.

After hearing the birth date of Ju Hua reported by Mrs. Cui, the old lady smiled and said: "Girl Ju's birthday is at an excellent time. She will be blessed in the future. According to me, she is more than enough to be a first-class royal wife!"

Mrs. Cui laughed and said, "The old lady is so proud of you. Juhua was born in the countryside and is used to being thrown into the sea. How can there be a first-class lady waiting for her to do it? Besides, I and my husband are desolate. I only had this one child, so I just wanted to recruit a son-in-law who would be honest and responsible. Firstly, he would inherit the ancestral legacy of the Shen family. Secondly, he would also give us something to rely on when we grow old in the future. Thirdly, There is no need for children to go to other people's homes to set rules for others. Therefore, a first-class wife, glory and wealth are not what I and my humble husband want. I only hope that God will bless us and help us find a satisfactory son-in-law as soon as possible. !"

As soon as they finished speaking, the smiles of the two old ladies suddenly froze, and the air suddenly solidified. The smiles of the other ladies also seemed to be carved on them, as fake as they wanted!

Wu Qingbo's wife, Bai Shi, was the first to come to her senses. She laughed dryly and said, "It's such a pity. That girl looked so blessed, but in the end she could only have a son-in-law. Alas..."