Chapter 502, can be the east bed

This morning, after the soup kitchen, Zhu Heng took Zeng Rong back to Qian's mansion and officially met Mrs. Qian.

Mrs. Qian is a typical Jiangnan woman, gentle and kind, not tall, fat, fair-skinned, almost forty years old, her facial features still look very detailed, and her voice is soft, but unfortunately Zeng Rong can't understand most of what she says.

However, Zeng Rong sensed the enthusiasm of the other party, and saw Zeng Rong and his daughter enter the door hand in hand, without waiting for anyone to introduce him, he stepped forward and took Zeng Rong's hand and said hello, while asking her how old she was, where she was from, and what year she entered the palace, while looking her up and down, from head to toe, no place fell.

Zeng Rong accompanied Zhu Heng out with Ah Chun as a female official today, so she was wearing a female official costume, a very ordinary gray-blue silk cotton jacket, covered with a dark blue half-arm, and a dark blue skirt on the lower body, very old-fashioned dress.

Fortunately, it was cold, and Zeng Rong put on a cloak that Zhu Heng gave her, but after entering the door

Ah Chun untied it for her and held it in his arms, just revealing the fox armpit inside, pure white, without a trace of impurities.

Mrs. Qian is not a person who judges people by her appearance, although she saw that Zeng Rong had no valuable objects on her body, she did not mean to despise her, she still held Zeng Rong's hand and kept praising her, saying that she had a good charm? The appearance is good, and the facial features are also delicate, and at first glance it is a blessed Yunyun.

Of course? These words are all said to be relayed by Qian Qian on the side? Zeng Rong himself was in a fog.

According to Qian Qian? Her mother also lived in the capital for a few years, and she knew a little bit of official dialect here, but she never had a chance to say it after returning to the south? And gradually forget? But it shouldn't be much of a problem to listen to.

When Zeng Rong heard this, he also praised the other party, saying that she was gentle and kind? Say she's dignified? Say she's young and pretty? Really? The other party listened to the eyebrows and couldn't see the eyes? Holding Zeng Rong's hand, he was reluctant to let go.

Who knew that when Zeng Rong himself proposed to give the other party a junior salute? Mrs. Qian hurriedly shook her head, saying that after a few months, it would be time for her to salute Zeng Rong.

In the end, at Zeng Rong's insistence, the other party only accepted Zeng Rong's half-salute and gave Zeng Rong a pair of green jade bracelets? Tiny and small? Just right for her age.

After seeing the ceremony for a while? Mrs. Qian asked about the custom of marriage in Zeng Rong's hometown? Zeng Rong really didn't have any requirements, and he didn't know the customs of his hometown very well, Mrs. Qian heard it? Speaking of the specifications of the Qian family's daughter, the dowry is one hundred and twenty-eight, the furniture, clothing, and jewelry are the big heads, and the rest are ornaments, antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

Zeng Rong didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, he shook his head first, this is too expensive, one hundred and twenty-eight dowry, the marriage daughter of these big families in the capital is also this pomp, she is a well-known peasant girl who needs to slap her swollen face to fill this fat man?

"You're not satisfied?" Mrs. Qian deliberately misinterpreted her and teased.

"Mrs. Hui, Ah Rong doesn't dare, Ah Rong is not worthy." Zeng Rong really didn't know what to say, but he felt that the tears were rolling again.

"What a stupid girl, don't say this next time, what dare not be worthy of it, don't forget, the man you want to marry is no one else, it is the eldest son of the current emperor, the queen mother, the emperor and the second highness have all recognized you, who dares to despise you is not able to get along with the royal family, be obedient, and straighten your waist in the future." Mrs. Qian took Zeng Rong with one hand and patted her back twice with the other, which really made her straighten.

Zeng Rong received the kindness released by the other party's actions first, and he didn't understand these words until Qian Qian converted.

"Thank you Madame for your compassion, having said that, Zeng Rong really doesn't want Mrs. to break the bank, Zeng Rong heard that the Qian family had donated 200,000 taels of silver plus 100,000 stone of grain at the beginning of the year, this time the drought in Qinchuan is just afraid that the Qian family will not give less money and food, Zeng Rong and His Royal Highness have discussed, and our wedding will be simple." Zeng Rong had no choice but to move out of Zhu Heng's original words.

Hearing this, Mrs. Qian stretched out her hand and poked at Zeng Rong's head, "What a stupid boy, this is His Royal Highness's idea, he is fooling you, he didn't say that to us, he said that he would give you the best pomp." Also, this silver is not from us, but from His Royal Highness, don't worry, he is rich. No matter how bad it is, there is still our Qian family, don't look down on us, let me tell you, Ah Qian's father and her uncle have not done anything else over the years, just take care of the Qian family's industry. ”

"You believe it this time, right? Let me tell you, my cousin is very important to you, tsk, and said that he would give you the best pomp, no wonder my cousin didn't even want to look at me at the beginning, he was full of you. Qian Qian laughed on the side, deliberately ashamed of Zeng Rong while laughing.

"Hey, that's what you're supposed to say? See how I clean you up. Zeng Rong has been familiar with Qian Qian for half a day, and he stepped forward to screw her face.

I didn't know that her hand hadn't touched Qian Qian, but Qian Qian's face turned red first, like a boiled shrimp, and there was water flowing between her eyebrows and eyes.

This is strange, could it be that she also has a favorite?

reminds me of what Zhu Heng has always said before, Qian Qian is going to come back after he is engaged in his hometown, could it be that this Nizi's family affair has also been decided.

Zeng Rong was just about to make a joke, but suddenly realized that something was wrong, after all, there were still elders.

No, Mrs. Qian saw that her daughter was shy, and she also reached out and rubbed her daughter's face twice, "Our Aqian is also older, and we also know that we are shy, but I don't know which one will be blessed in the future." ”

"Mother, even you are like this." Qian Qian grabbed his mother's hand and twisted it.

These words sound very strange, and I don't know which one will be blessed in the future, that is to say, Aqian's family affairs have not been decided.

Thinking about it this way, it seems to make sense, Ah Qian is one year older than Zeng Rong, if he is really engaged, he should get married next year, he should be married at home, how can he still run to the capital?

is not engaged, what is Ah Qian's blushing?

Could it be that she also has someone in her phase?

A face quickly flashed in Zeng Rong's mind, Ouyang Si.

According to Ouyang Si, these days, he often discusses knowledge with Qian Hong, and he is quite familiar with each other in his words.

In addition to his poor background, Ouyang Si's appearance, character, and talent are also impeccable, and he is indeed the East Bed.

But the problem is that Ouyang Si is the winner of Ah Hua's phase.

It seems selfish to say this, Ah Hua is only eight years old, even if she can marry Ouyang Si, it will be seven or eight years later, at that time Ouyang Si was nearly thirty years old, he was an only son, and there was only one widow in the family, even if Ouyang Siken waited, his mother might not be willing to wait.

can miss Ouyang Si, can Ahua let him go? After all, she is the person she has been thinking about for two lifetimes, without him, will she still be happy?

Zeng Rong was entangled, she didn't know what she should do to help her sister, or rather, to help these three people.