The best carriages of the university are now more delicately decorated, and even the horse's hair is washed spotlessly and smoothly shiny.

Song Rong was supported by the old woman, walking with a body of fat and shaking, coupled with the luxurious and swaggering dress, like a native chicken with colorful feathers.

The old lady and two powerful maids helped Song Rong into the carriage.

There's no way, her waist is not good, and she still can't use her strength when she steps on the stool.

The distance between the two families is not far, the carriage is stable, and there are many cushions, but Song Rong doesn't feel too hard.

And Song Rong, who was like a "local chicken", stood at the door of Zhou's mansion as if all the pain on her body had disappeared the moment she got off the carriage, and her smile squeezed the fat on her face into folds like buns.

Master Zhou, Shilang Zhou, and Mrs. Zhou waited at the door as soon as they heard the report.

They have been looking forward to their son's marriage for a long time.

"Mrs. Yan, please come in!" When Master Zhou saw someone get out of the carriage, he hurriedly invited her into the house.

Song Rong was flattered by being received like this for the first time, and her arms held by the old grandmother trembled slightly.

Master Zhou is a martial artist, and he is used to being unkempt on weekdays.

Not to mention that their husband and wife are dressed casually today, even this house is very rough, and the weeds and leaves in the yard are not as good as cleaning.

This made Song Rong satisfied.

Naturally, the most satisfied person is Zhou Huan.

Yan Luoji has responded to her for most of her life, if she can't live if she is tortured after marrying, she will feel much more comfortable.

There are no concubines in the Zhou Mansion, and the heirs are not prosperous, so naturally there are not so many courtyards.

Master Zhou personally led them, and after two turns all the way, they arrived at the end of the main house.

The three of them sat down, and immediately there was a maid serving tea.

Of course, the brewing is not very fine, and it can be considered to be able to enter for the time being.

"I'm just a martial artist, and I don't know a lot of rules. Mrs. Yan came to the Humble House today, and she said early in the morning that it was for the sake of the children and the girls of your house. Why don't we let people see the eight characters of the two of them now? Master Zhou said this straightforwardly.

Not only Song Rong was stunned, but Mrs. Zhou was also stunned.

Batch of eight characters, generally the matchmaker takes the eight characters to the marriage temple to show people, and the Zhou Mansion can actually see it at home?

"That's ......" Song Rong took out a rice paper with Yan Luo's eight characters written on it from her sleeve pocket and asked the old lady to hand it over.

"Haha! Mrs. Yan is really a cheerful person! Madame, go and call the holy monk over to help take a look. ”

Master Zhou was so anxious that he left the monk who could read the eight characters in the mansion, and even Mrs. Zhou didn't know about it.

I thought I was in a hurry, but I didn't expect the Zhou Mansion to be even more anxious, which made Song Rong feel embarrassed.

However, Master Zhou has a straight temperament, and he has the bloody nature of a martial artist in his bones, so he didn't pay attention to Song Rong's face.

The so-called holy monk is nothing more than a monk.

He reached out and took the eight characters of the two, pinched a notebook and flipped through it.

The three of them stared at the holy monk's expression.

After a while, I saw his expression change, and then he got up and saluted the three people.

"The three donors, the eight characters of these two really don't match. This girl's life is hard, the woman is short in life, and the man is in the woman's heir...... If the two become relatives...... I'm afraid it's ......."

Hearing this, the faces of the three people changed in unison.

"Is the master mistaken? When our family was born with a shallow heart, there were high-ranking people who passed by and saw it, saying that it was the life of great wealth and nobility. Song Rong was talking nonsense.

Not to mention whether you have seen it or not......

If Song Rong's words fell into Yan Luo's ears, she would definitely laugh until she was angry.

What blind man would regard a person who dies three times and can come back as a rich and noble person?

The passing charlatans are almost ......

It's just that Song Rong said this, and Master Zhou and Mrs. Zhou had no way to verify it, so they could only look at the holy monk with expectant eyes.