Seeing Mo Li's embarrassed face, Mo Jinhua got up and personally poured tea for Song Baiwu, wanting to take the opportunity to divert the topic.

Song Baiwu ignored him and talked to Mo Li about commercial circulation. Since the last time he heard Mo Li's words, he felt that he had found a soulmate.

Mo Li also wanted to know more about the business development of this era, and the two chatted passionately unconsciously, and Mo Jinhua could only occasionally interject a sentence or two.

Dozens of cars were sent all the way from the Beining Palace, which had already alarmed the people of the capital, and the streets were crowded with people watching the excitement, until this time everyone knew that the prince of Beining, the general of Yipin Town, Murong Chu, was engaged to the eldest lady of Mofu.

The entrance of Mofu was even more crowded, and everyone watched the cages carried into Mofu one by one, and there were many discussions.

"It is worthy of the Bac Ninh Palace, other people's dowries are carried by burdens, and the palace is pulled by cars."

"No, the convoy can't see the end at a glance, how much is this!"

"Don't look at who is marrying a daughter-in-law, that's our big Zhou Pin Town General, where can ordinary people compare."

"Miss Mo is really blessed to be able to marry General Murong."

"Look, I don't know what's in that box, two strong guys, it's so hard to lift."

"What's that, there were four people carrying it just now......"

A tung oil carriage was blocked at the intersection of the street and could not move forward, and the people in the car lifted the curtain, saw the scene in front of them, and heard people's discussions, and only felt that their minds were blank.

He couldn't believe that everything in front of him was true, rubbed his eyes, looked carefully, and saw from a distance the figure of Eleven busy at the gate of Mofu, as well as a few people he had seen before, Murong Chu's side.

"Shaodong, the front is blocked, why don't we get out of the car and walk over." The guy outside the car asked softly.

The person in the car felt that his heart was like the congested road in front of him, and he felt a strong sense of suffocation, which made his voice tremble a little: "Go back to the dart game." ”

Lowering the curtain, Yu Mingxi leaned his head back on the carriage, his face turned pale. Although he knew that he had no hope for a long time, he still felt a throbbing pain in his heart when he saw all this with his own eyes.

In recent months, while he has been busy dealing with the Nanyang caravan, he has gradually taken over the business of the dart bureau, and finally freed up time, so he rushed to the capital non-stop, but he did not expect to enter the city and go straight to Mofu, and he would hear the news he least wanted to hear.

Although he had been busy before, he always paid attention to the dynamics of the capital, and he knew that in addition to Linglong Pavilion, she also took over Quanwei Lou and made the business of these two prosperous.

He also knew that she was involved in Mu Qingyun's medical center, and invited Dr. Zhang's family from Qinghuai to the capital.

He even knew that after she sent her mother's coffin back to her hometown for burial, she went to Xiliang with Murong Chu and the Seventh Prince.

But he just didn't hear the news that she was going to get married, it stands to reason that with Murong Chu's identity and status, he wants to discuss marriage, which must be a hot topic in the streets and alleys of the capital, but now that the dowry has been given, this matter has been made public, which is really unexpected by everyone.

It can be seen from the long convoy that the weight of this dowry is not light, needless to say that in the capital, even if you look at the entire Great Zhou, I am afraid there is almost nothing that can be compared.

Even if it's a royal wedding, it's nothing more than that.

It can be seen from this how much weight she occupies in Murong Chu's mind.

"Moxi, if you can give me a chance, I believe I won't love less than him." Yu Mingxi muttered, but a wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

The dowry was finally carried into the Mo Mansion before dusk, and Song Baiwu also completed his task today, and Mo Jinhua held a banquet in the mansion to entertain him, a big matchmaker.

Because of his teacher-student relationship with Mo Jinhua, there is no female dependents to avoid, and Song Baiwu is a person who does not stick to etiquette, and has a sumptuous dinner with the Mo family like a family.

It wasn't until Song Baiwu was sent away that the levy gift was officially over, and now it was only waiting for the arrival of the sixth wedding day in early December.

Mo Li walked slowly towards Ruolixuan, but his heart was in a mess, the wedding date was set for the sixth day of December, only two months from now, and his brother actually responded happily, without feeling that the time was too short.

Sister-in-law Duan began to prepare on the day of the proposal of the king of Bac Ninh, and when she heard the specific date of the wedding, she was even more busy with this and that.

On the other hand, I am like an outsider, and I don't know what to do.

Looking up and seeing the crooked crescent, time flies so fast, in a blink of an eye, I have been in this world for a year, this year has experienced war, life and death, once worried about livelihood, once hesitant for fate, it is really ups and downs!

"Miss, it's cold, let's go back quickly." Ruoping saw her stop and reminded softly.

After she said this, Mo Li really felt a little chilly, and quickened her pace and walked back.

As soon as I entered Ruolixuan, an ink-colored figure appeared under the corridor, tall as pine, revealing a noble atmosphere, and his handsome face was as cold as ever.

Looking back, a smile quickly crept up the corners of his eyebrows, and the coldness of the previous moment disappeared, replaced by a warmth like a spring breeze blowing across the water, and the surrounding air seemed to be infected by his smile and softened.

Mo Li felt that the chill on his body was dispelled in an instant, and he looked at him so stupidly that he forgot to move his steps.

"Did you miss me?" Murong Chu stepped forward in a few steps, gathered the cloak on her body, and whispered in her ear.

"Well, I thought." Mo Li nodded involuntarily, and then reacted to what he said, and his cheeks suddenly turned crimson.

She really wanted to bite her tongue off, she must have been fascinated by the beauty of this man, and bewitched by his low, magnetic voice, to say such unreserved words.

Mo Li quickly looked around, for fear of being seen as a joke.

The smile on Murong Chu's face deepened, his narrow eyes were like a crescent moon in the sky, and he raised his hand to wrap his arms around her shoulder: "If Lixuan's people have avoided it, the weather is cold, let's go back to the house." ”

Sure enough, there was no one around, and even Ruoping, who was following her just now, didn't know where to run.

Mo Li walked quickly to the house, not afraid of the cold, but wanting to quickly hide his embarrassment.

After entering the house, Murong Chu personally poured another cup of hot tea and handed it to her in order to remove the cloak on his body: "Drink some tea first to warm up." ”

Mo Li twisted his eyebrows: "This seems to be my home." ”

"We are already engaged, and we will get married soon, so what else will you and I share." Murong Chu scratched her little nose and pulled her to sit at the table.

Yes, the two are now in the relationship of an unmarried couple, and when she thought of this, Mo Li felt even more embarrassed, holding the cup in both hands, not knowing what to say.