The sweet-looking maid named Lu'er found the top of the mountain from the bottom of the hill, and when she saw her own lady, she directly told Lin Ruoxi that the master wanted to see her. didn't have to let her finish the song before letting her go to see Lin Zhengbei's Zhu Fu, just as Lin Ruoxi owed herself a song, and took the first step to say goodbye and leave.

Turning around and walking down the hill, he was full of thoughts, this Miss Lin San is really different, what do you think? It stands to reason that the maids around the young lady should not be more beautiful than the young lady herself, and the purpose is not to steal the limelight of the master by the slaves and maids. The maids around Lin Ruoxi are all little beauties, but she herself is an ugly monster, so she doesn't mind a star?

Lin Ruoxi, who was not in a hurry to leave, felt quite rewarding, and after waiting for a while, he took the steps under his feet and walked down the mountain. Level after level, she slowly walked down the cobblestone floor, and there was no high and low, no inconvenience to her legs and feet. I didn't have the slightest disability in this aspect of action, and I just pretended to show Zhu Fu before.

Qiu Yue, who was holding one of the top ten ancient famous pianos, Jade Hubing, and "Journey to the West" in one hand, and Lu'er, who was holding an antique incense burner from the Han Dynasty in the other hand, returned to the courtyard where he lived with his own young lady. Lin Ruoxi, who was not in a hurry or slow, stepped into his embroidery building to see his father.

And Lin Zhengbei, who had been waiting here for a long time, frowned when he saw his favorite daughter come in, and couldn't help but say, "Why are you pretending to be an ugly ghost again?" Ay...... It was very uncomfortable to see me, and my liver trembled. Daughter! You're twenty-nine years old, why don't you look like you've grown up? Zijuan, Ziyan, the two of them haven't hurried to fetch water to wash the young lady's face. ”

Immediately, they agreed to the word "yes" in unison, and they also looked like Lu'er, but they were slightly inferior to Qiuyue. The two of them, who moved their bodies sideways, walked out of the embroidery building with small steps, and went to prepare all the cleansing supplies for their young lady.

Lin Ruoxi, who casually found a pear blossom wooden chair to sit on, said disapprerovitically: "Daddy, you are also judged by your appearance!" All the men in the world are probably like their fathers! Kindness...... He would probably be an exception. ”

"It's not big, it's not too small." Lin Zhengbei, who would not really be angry with his daughter, then asked, "Who is he?" ”

"It is Daoist Zhu who temporarily lives in Shangshanguan. Today, his daughter not only had the fate to meet him and chatted happily, but also owed him a guqin song that he didn't play. By the way, there is a strange book called "Dream of Red Mansions", which has to be bothered by my father to send someone out to buy it for my daughter. I just don't know if it's easy to buy, or hard to find? In short, you have to think more about your daughter. If I don't see it for a day, my heart will not settle. With a lingering sound, Lin Ruoxi, who didn't know the taste of meat in March, listened to the first time he told him about "A Dream of Red Mansions", and he couldn't wait to find the book, and then read it below.

"What strange books, what are hard to find? Here in my Lin Zhengbei, every qiē is a passing cloud. As long as we have a lot of money in our hands, there is nothing we can't buy. In two days, Dad will buy it back for you. Lin Zhengbei, who believes that money can make ghosts grind, leaned back on the circle chair, crossed Erlang's legs, and stroked the beard on his chin with his right hand, with a look of expression that he couldn't do it himself.

Qiu Yue, who put the jade pot ice guqin back in its place, just walked to the door, and directly took over the newly brewed Bitan snow from a little maid in the yard. Holding her own lady's favorite type of tea in both hands, she walked without sound or wind, well-trained, and walked behind Lin Ruoxi in a very regular manner, and the blue and white tea bowl on her hand was placed on her nearest pear blossom wood hollow carved coffee table.

Lin Zhengbei, who put down Erlang's leg and straightened his waist, looked at his favorite daughter with his eyes, and talked about the serious things here: "Daughter, you are also the eldest and not younger. Don't look down on the left one, and the one on the right says that others are straw bales who don't learn and don't know how to do it. Dad knows that you are arrogant, blue-hearted, eccentric, and intelligent, better than most men. For so many years, Dad has always been by your temperament! However, you still have to pay attention to your life's major events, otherwise you will become an old girl in a blink of an eye. It is precisely because your mother died early, and your aunts are afraid of you, that no one dares to mention it in front of you. ”

After a pause, Lin Zhengbei, who picked up tea and drank two sips of tea to moisten his throat from the coffee table next to him, knew the reason, and continued with the cliché of emotion: "On the day you were born, an immortal chief came to our house, looked at you, and said that your life is a rare encounter in a thousand years, not only a prosperous country and a prosperous family, but also unspeakably expensive. At the beginning, my father thought he was here to ask for a reward and said pleasing auspicious words. However, as soon as I turned around to get the money for him, the immortal chief was gone. Since we have you in our family, the business has been smooth, and the sesame seeds are blooming higher and higher, and they are getting bigger and bigger. ”

Lin Zhengbei, who suddenly changed his words, went straight to the topic and said: "The only son of Yin Zhangquan, the governor of Shuntian Mansion, is not only suave and suave, but also talented, and he has already won the fame of being famous in his early twenties. The son of the Zhang family, who has not married a wife so far, is also a good match with us......"

Hearing him say this, Lin Ruoxi, whose ears were about to hear the cocoon, came to a left ear in and out of the right ear. I picked up the tea on the coffee table and tasted it slowly. Knowing that her father had begun to stage a marriage urging drama for herself again, she patiently smiled and said: "A Fu Yin of Shuntian Mansion is just an official of the third grade." When his son sits in the same position, I'm afraid he will be forty or fifty years old! Even if he can enter the cabinet in the future, it is not uncommon for him to be an elder. Since you always say that my life is rare in a thousand years and unspeakably expensive, it means that I was born to be a queen. Otherwise, you can find a way to be sent to the palace by me! If it doesn't work, you will send me to the palace of the crown prince or a certain prince. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of my life? ”

"Every time I talk to you about marriage, you're like this. Tell your father, what kind of husband do you want to find? Lin Zhengbei, who really had no way to take her, said helplessly.