Fengzi shouted that Nan Jiao's mother did not have a little diaphragm and was uncomfortable.

Even if this mother is only four years older than him.

In Fengzi's heart, Nan Ji is special.

This woman taught him so much, so much.

If it weren't for her, he would have been beaten to death in that broken house.

Feng Zishi's gratitude and respect for Nan Ji in his heart cannot be expressed in many words.

There was only one thing he could do.

Obedient.

Nan Ji pinched the rim of the cup in front of her, took a sip of tea, and her voice was scattered

"For my son's sake.

Okay. ”

Hearing that Nan Ji should come down, Feng Zishi finally had a smile on his face.

Nan Ji asked again

"Which girl do you like?"

"The county lord of the Ye family, Ye Zitao."

Nan Ji stopped drinking water, and her eyelids swept over Fengzi's face.

Finally, put the teacup down

"Okay."

If Fengzi married Ye Zitao······ Will there be a night pearl left?

Nan Ji was a little curious.

·········

On the other side, Yefu.

Ye Zitao's mother is dignified and very atmospheric.

As the mother of the Ye Mansion, she naturally has the temperament of her wrists.

It's just that Ye Mu, who has always been calm, is now angry with her hands pinching her waist.

In the hall of Ye Mansion, he pointed at Ye Zitao's nose and scolded there

"How did I give birth to a daughter like you?

Tell me, how good the youngest son of the Song family is in the Ministry of War.

A dignified appearance.

Where do you not see it?

Where do you look down on people? ”

Ye Zitao was wearing a pink robe, lowering his head and picking his nails

Then muttered quietly

"He's good-looking, but he's not a good character.

The five-room concubine lingers in the Qinglou night and night. ”

These are the little things.

The most important thing is that she almost got into a fight with him half a year ago in the place where he was commenting on the book.

If she marries, won't she be crushed every day?

She didn't want it.

Mother Ye was angrily covered by her own girl's forehead.

The other hand is holding the table

"You, you ·······"

I was so angry that I didn't know what to say for a while.

"You don't like the youngest son of the soldier's squire.

The prime minister's eldest son wants to marry you as the main house, and you are not satisfied.

There is also the son-in-law of Lord Tobe, General Zhenyuan has taken the fame and asked to marry you.

You don't like it all!! What's wrong?

Ye Zitao, what do you want?

You give your mother a word.

Are you just trying to me off alive! ”

Saying that, Ye Mu doesn't want any dignified atmosphere.

Picked up the teacup and smashed it.

Ye Zitao's reaction was very sensitive, and he dodged it at once.

Ye Zitao also didn't expect to be so angry with her mother this time.

Seeing that Ye Mu was out of breath, tears broke out of the corners of her eyes.

She felt a little guilty in her heart and whispered

"Mother, my daughter didn't mean to be angry with you."

Ye Mu leaned on the table and sat on the chair.

Gradually, he calmed down and sighed

"Other people's daughters have already promised to marry others before they reach their birthdays.

What about you?

You've been with you for seven years.

You've become an old girl, you're going to die in a hurry! ”

As she spoke, Ye Mu clenched her fists and hit the table twice.

Not in a hurry.

It's also strange to say.

When her daughter had just arrived at the end of the year, there was still an endless stream of marriage proposals.

As a mother, of course she has to find a good family for her daughter.

But the families she liked all quickly married wives one after another.

In addition, the daughter runs around with the princess day by day.

Seeing that she didn't have any intention of getting married, he thought about letting her play for two more days.

It's been six years since I played like this.

(End of chapter)