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"They don't agree?" Song Jian frowned, and jumped a little.

Why don't they agree, Lao Tzu hasn't disliked that their girl is only a broken shoe, and climbs the man's bed in the middle of the night.

Although after Jiang Qin left, Song Jian saw a lump of scarlet blood on the not very white sheets of the inn. But as long as he thought of Jiang Qin's inexplicable behavior of climbing into bed to sleep with a man, he wanted to beat someone awkwardly.

Damn, what kind of lady is this?

Even the girls in Fengyue Field are not necessarily more open.

"Although Lord Jiang did not agree, he did not refuse." Wang Qinghuan glanced at Song Jian, grinned, and said, "I guess that Lord Jiang may not look down on the conditions of your family." ”

Song Jian's family is slightly cold, and many people know it.

Song Jian wanted to curse a little.

What's wrong with Lao Tzu's poor family, Lao Tzu's family is innocent, unlike your Jiang Mansion, where there is money and money, but the silver of the three melons and two dates is in the boundary of Kyoto, you are a fart.

If it weren't for the face of the Zhenguo Mansion, Lao Tzu wouldn't have come to your door to ask for relatives.

It's just that Song Jian can only enjoy these words, but he doesn't dare to show anything in front of Wang Qinghuan.

"Since he doesn't look down on my family's conditions, why doesn't he just refuse?" Song Jian pursed his lips and said, "What does he mean by this!" ”

Wang Qinghuan wants to say that although Master Jiang dislikes your poor family, but his girl is also an old girl, if he misses you, he won't even be able to get a poor boy, he won't just beat the chickens and eggs, and the old girl in the house can't get married!

Master Jiang, this is using you as a reserve.

It's just that if that's the case, Wang Qinghuan can't talk to Song Jian.

First, I was afraid that Song Jian would not be able to get over his face, and secondly, Song Jian, this kid and Miss Jiang had already gotten along, so he said it to an outsider, wouldn't that be offending people.

Moreover, it is not the time to say these words, but to solve the matter as soon as possible.

"I don't know what Master Jiang thinks, but I know you still have a chance in this matter." Wang Qinghuan said.

Song Jian originally gave up.

His family's poverty is a hard injury, this is an unchangeable fact, if it weren't for the poor conditions of his family, he wouldn't have gotten married now.

Although the officials of the Soldiers and Horses Division of the Five Cities are not high, they are also rich in the end, and how many people are jealous of his errand.

Wang Qinghuan's words made Song Jian's dejected and gray eyes suddenly glow with a hint of brilliance, and he looked at Wang Qinghuan, "What way?" ”

As soon as this person is excited, it is easy to fly around with spittle.

"I heard that this Lord Jiang's second room was originally a sister in Fengyue Field, and Lord Jiang not only ransomed her, but also raised her to be a flat wife." Wang Qinghuan looked left and right, and said in a low voice.

Song Jian was a little surprised, but in an instant, a feeling of sudden realization hit his heart.

No wonder this Miss Jiang can do that kind of thing, it turns out that the family style is like this.

"What are you talking about?" Song Jian was puzzled.

"You're stupid!" Wang Qinghuan glanced at him, "This Lord Jiang is so attentive to these two rooms, if these two rooms are blowing wind next to Lord Jiang's pillow, won't your marriage with Miss Jiang be done!" ”

The truth is such a truth, but why do people blow the wind on me!

Song Jian looked at Wang Qinghuan and said, "I don't recognize her!" ”

Wang Qinghuan directly raised his hand and poked Song Jian's brain, "Stupid donkey, you don't know her, she knows Yinzi!" The sister in this Fengyue field loves not silver. ”

Song Jian finally understood what Wang Qinghuan meant.

He asked him to feed the second room with silver.

"Fuck you, how can I have so much silver." Song Jian drank a bowl of tea, sprayed spittle Xingzi and said: "What a bullshit bad idea, poke Lao Tzu's scars." ”

Wang Qinghuan was not annoyed, and said with a smile: "Let's get together, we can always do it." At that time, as long as your marriage is completed, how much silver do you want, Lord Jiang is such a daughter, and the dowry must be indispensable, you can take the same casually, and you can pay me back. ”

Wang Qinghuan's words moved Song Jian's heart, and he thought for a moment and said, "But what if it doesn't work out?" ”

The implication is that if it doesn't work out, I won't have the money to pay you back.

Wang Qinghuan smiled: "I don't want this money if it doesn't work." ”

He was sure that it would happen.

Song Jian immediately said: "Okay, this matter is settled, I will go home and get the silver for you in a while, as for what to do, it's all up to you." ”

Excited, Song Jian's face turned red, and his eyes burst with a scorching light, if this thing is done, Miss Jiang's dowry will be his, and when the time comes, he can also buy a decent dowry for his sister and choose a good family for her.

Song Jian's sister Song Qian is thirteen years old this year, and she is about to get married.

After taking the silver from Song Jian, plus his own share of the silver, Wang Qinghuan bought Qiao's the latest head of Jinlou, bought a few fashionable brocades, and bought a lot of fine rouge gouache and bird's nest ginseng, and the rest of the hundreds of taels were packed into a delicate sandalwood box.

Wang Qinghuan bought off a little maid in front of Qiao's and sent these things in.

Originally, Qiao's was sick and alive because he was a chilled soup chicken and was rubbed by Mama Zhao in front of Jiang Qin's mother, but when he saw a table full of gifts like a small mountain, his condition immediately improved.

It works better than Taishang Laojun's elixir.

Not only is his face ruddy, but he is also in good spirits.

Holding the red gold head in his arms, Qiao Shi simply responded to the matter, "Tell him, let him go back and prepare for marriage with peace of mind, Ming'er will come again in the afternoon, and the master will agree." ”

Qiao's breath was calm.

Wang Qinghuan got the letter sent by the little maid, and he was so happy that he raised his butt and went directly to Song Jian's house.

On the side of the Zhenguo Mansion, Song Hui did not go back until the beginning of Hai.

When Song Hui went back, Chunqing was sitting on the bed and playing with the apricot blossoms picked by Bai Zhi in the afternoon.

Although she can't teach Jiang Qin a lesson, but getting married in this matter means that she will stay away from herself, and she has no energy to think about harming herself, Chunqing thinks it's still pretty good.

Besides, Song Jingruo is going to leave the Zhenguo Mansion as well.

There were two things missing all of a sudden, Chunqing was in a very good mood, and when she saw Song Hui, she showed an unusually bright smile on her face.

"I'm just coming back now, have you eaten?" Chunqing put down the apricot blossom bracelet in her hand, got up and went down to the ground to welcome Song Hui.

Song Hui, who was originally a little depressed in his heart because of the affairs of the court, was refreshed when he saw the warm smile of spring and youth, and a warm current slowly flowed in his heart.

"I've eaten it." Song Hui looked at Chunqing gently, and urged her: "What are you going to do when you come down, go back to the bed quickly, it's cold at night." ”

It's just that as soon as his words fell, Chunqing heard Song Hui's stomach with a high empty city plan, which was particularly loud.

Chunqing's obsidian-like eyes flashed, and while looking at Song Hui's sly smile with crooked eyebrows, she instructed Bai Shao, "Hurry up and prepare food for the prince, our prince's stomach is protesting." ”

Song Hui scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash.