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Seeing that this sumptuous breakfast was set on the table early in the morning, Wang Qinghuan's eyes flashed, and he knew that Song Jian had something to ask him.

Picking up a chopstick beef slice, Wang Qinghuan chewed it.

He and Song Jian are friends who grew up together, and both of them are not rich in their families, and now although they are both officials of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses, the little officials are not high in the end, only enough for food and clothing.

As the old saying goes, thousands of miles of officials are only for money, but their petty officials don't have any oil and water at all, let alone oil and water, they can't even catch swill.

It's just that I can occasionally squeeze some food from some vendors.

But what does that work for, it's just a fragrant mouth.

So unless the two of them invite their bosses to dinner, they never make a big deal of money, don't say that they eat beef and drink wine for breakfast, even for lunch and dinner, there may not be beef to eat.

"Anyway, what's the matter?" Wang Qinghuan took a sip of soju, looked satisfied, and as he spoke, he buried his head in sucking and eating a mouthful of noodles, and spit out a bright green coriander in his mouth.

He doesn't like to eat coriander, he always thinks that cilantro has the smell of thatched houses, and he doesn't like to eat toon and shiitake mushrooms, which in his opinion are stinky.

Song Jian smirked, "What's the matter?" ”

Wang Qinghuan rolled his eyes at Song Jian, "You kid don't give me this set, you pout your ass or don't shit, diarrhea or fart, I know all about Lao Tzu, and I still do these chirps like a girl." ”

As he spoke, Wang Qinghuan sandwiched another chopstick beef, "Besides, I don't know how many children you kid has in his hand?" When are you willing to get up early to eat meat and drink wine! Hurry up and fuck it! ”

Song Jian stopped pretending, his eyes rolled wildly, he looked left and right at no one, and said in a low voice: "Brother, I want to propose to Miss Jiang." ”

Wang Qinghuan suddenly took a sip of soju in his throat, choked and coughed a few times, and tears came out.

"Who?" Finally smoothed his breath, Wang Qinghuan asked with a glare, his eyes were like copper bells.

"Miss Jiang." Song Jian paused word by word,

Wang Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he raised his hand and punched Song Jian in the chest, grinning: "Damn, when did you kid hook up with someone else's girl?" "His eyes were shining, scorching.

Song Jian's eyes flashed, avoiding Wang Qinghuan's direct gaze, he lowered his head and took a sip of hot noodle soup, and said, "You don't care when we met and how we met, anyway, now I want to propose to her family, can you help?" ”

Both of them are bachelors.

In a family situation like theirs, neither high nor low can be achieved.

The woman's conditions are good, and they look down on others if the conditions are bad.

This Miss Jiang and Song Jian are quite a good match.

Although she is the cousin of Mrs. Song Shizi, in the end, she herself is from an average background, and her father's official position is ...... said that it was a Beijing official, it was completely equivalent to an ornament, without any real power, and the Son of Heaven could not tolerate carelessness at his feet, and accidentally let people grab the pigtails, and even the official position of the ornament might have to be lost.

This family affair is really geneatic.

"Help, of course." Wang Qinghuan patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, after eating noodles in a while, I'll go buy dim sum, put eight boxes of it in a sturdy place, and then go directly to Xinghua Lane." ”

Jiang Qin's father has not arrived in Kyoto, but now the matter of buying a big house in Xinghua Lane has long been spread in Kyoto officialdom, but it is just in the way of Song Hui's face, everyone is just talking about it in private.

"You kid is really blessed to be able to teach and receive it privately with this Miss Jiang." Wang Qinghuan said enviously: "Early this morning, Miss Jiang is crying for this, you kid, you have to wait for the girl to open your mouth, you only proposed, I don't know how you have such good luck as a pig brain, although this Lord Jiang is not in a good official position, but there is money in the house, he was a magistrate before, and the silver has already been enough." ”

Song Jian knew that Wang Qinghuan had misunderstood, but he didn't want to explain, and besides, how could he explain this.

If he really marries this Miss Jiang, it will not be easy for everyone to make a fuss, so she will run to the inn outside the city in the middle of the night to climb her bed.

If nothing else, I can't hang my face.

This woman is too unruly.

If it weren't for the relationship between the Zhenguo Mansion and the Zhenguo Mansion, this kind of woman wouldn't want him to give it away for nothing, who knows if she would climb other people's beds again!

The corners of Song Jian's mouth raised, and he said with a smile: "How can it be so exaggerated as you say, the matter of mentioning relatives will be for you, if it is done, brother, I Bazhen Pavilion will give you a thank you banquet." ”

Wang Qinghuan said: "No problem. ”

After breakfast, the two of them hurriedly left the Huidu Inn.

The shopkeeper muttered in his heart while cleaning up the cups, plates, dishes and bowls.

What's the situation, didn't the girl say that she was Lord Song's wife last night? Why does Lord Song want to propose to someone else, does Lord Song want to divorce that girl and marry his stepfamily?

Perhaps, looking at that girl, she doesn't look like a good woman who lives by herself.

Wang Qinghuan and Song Jian were talking about the marriage proposal, and in the Meizhi Hall of the Zhenguo Mansion, Chunqing and Song Hui also got up for breakfast after a few warm-ups.

Because Song Hui came back, breakfast was much more abundant than usual.

"When you go to Yichun Yuan to say hello to your grandmother in a while, I won't go, I'm going to pretend to be sick." Chunqing said confidently.

Bai Shao, who was standing next to her, rolled her eyes weakly, grandma, what you said is too ......

Song Hui was stunned, "Why are you pretending to be sick?" He asked curiously.

In his opinion, his goblin always has a lot of little moths that make him laugh, cute and tight, he is full of interest in everything about Chunqing, and he seems to be exploring treasure at any time.

Although it was only a slight bleeding yesterday, Chunqing was still a little worried.

She was really afraid that if she was not careful, she would die twice, and at this time, Chunqing knew that she was such a person who was afraid of death.

However, she wouldn't tell Song Hui the truth, not for anything else, she was really afraid that he would be worried and afraid.

So Chunqing's face did not change, and he lied calmly: "It's not that Jingruo and Jingwen are about to leave the cabinet, it's a matter of the second room, and I'm not suitable to participate in the purchase of a dowry." ”

Song Hui immediately understood what Chunqing meant.

His daughter-in-law didn't want to get involved in the bad things of the second room, so as not to be talked about by the Tian family when she got it.

You know, his daughter-in-law is smart.

Song Hui smiled dotingly: "Okay, but what kind of illness do you want to pretend to have?" ”

Chunqing smiled sheepishly, "Of course I pretended to have an uncomfortable stomach, in order to pretend to be sick, I asked the imperial doctor to prescribe fetal medicine, and I have to drink it every day recently." ”

As soon as he heard that Chunqing was going to drink the medicine, Song Hui's face immediately changed, and he asked a little nervously: "Didn't you say that the medicine is three parts poison before, isn't it good for the child to drink this fetal pill?" Why do you drink it again now, does it matter? ”

Chunqing's heart is warm.

Unexpectedly, what she only said once, Song Hui actually remembered.

At this time and that time, she really needs fetal pills now.

"Of course it's okay, I specially asked the imperial doctor, it's some nourishing herbs." Chunqing looked light-hearted, and said very relaxedly.

Song Hui breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Okay, then you will pretend to be sick, and when they are out of the pavilion, your illness will get better." ”

Chunqing's eyebrows curled and smiled, "I know you're the best." ”