Mrs. Mo's heart turned thousands of thoughts, but she was immediately stopped.

Only when she is unclear will she pave the way for that person! Will she give her endless wealth and glory? She is worthy of sitting on it. There is no need for such things that hurt the enemy for a thousand times, and the Rong family's marriage is of great use.

Mrs. Mo put down the ginseng tea with a tired look: "It's not necessarily her, the Xiang family still has many good daughters."

Rong Du was ready, but after hearing this, he asked directly without waiting for his uncle to ask: "Who does the old lady think there is?!" He said one to the legitimate daughter who could marry him! Xiang Wufang could keep that woman sitting in the legitimate daughter's position, and there would be someone to come and go, and it would be useful. Mrs. Mo found another suitable person for him to see!

Rong Zhankui sighed when he heard this, and his nephew's face was filled with displeasure.

Mrs. Mo subconsciously wanted to say that the daughter of the second wife of the Xiang family had been resigned and the second wife had real power, but suddenly she thought that even if the daughter of the second wife of the Xiang family had been resigned, she would not choose a merchant.

Mrs. Mo immediately took back what she said, and couldn't find a suitable person for a while. Of course, the concubine's daughter in the family could marry, but it was a joke. She couldn't help but feel kind: "There is no suitable one in the Xiang family, and there are always suitable ones. It's better to choose your marriage repeatedly."

Rong Du lost interest in speaking.

Rong Zhankui was puzzled by what went wrong, so Mrs. Mo blocked her future like this.

Rong Du stepped aside and said nothing, not agreeing to be an intermediary, and he just proposed to marry a matchmaker.

Mrs. Mo sighed: "I was not considerate and delayed my boating." Mo Yunyi, a woman who was not worthy of Rongdu, was just obsessed with ghosts and didn't think about whether Huaimu could bear his likes.

…

Rong Zhankui looked at his nephew in surprise, and forgot to get on the carriage: "You have to go and propose marriage in person!"

Rong Du's expression was taken for granted. The folding fan in his hand turned into an umbrella, supported on his head, looking at his uncle: "Isn't it worthy of my life-saving grace?"

Rong Zhankui wanted to laugh when he heard this, but he still reminded him: "Mrs. Mo just now..."

"It's not that she married her granddaughter, nor that her grandson got married. She was too lenient to control her. What's more, my father thought it was inappropriate after he knew that Mrs. Mo disagreed and thought it was inappropriate. He repeatedly asked me to marry Miss Xiang's seventh. I had no choice but to do it. What can I do?"

Rong Zhankui understood: "You just like that little girl?"

"I only like the sea that can bring endless wealth to the Rong family, and of course I also like everyone who can bring benefits to the Rong family."

"Okay, your love is as broad as the sea, and you can't hold your selfishness."

Rong Du turned around the umbrella in his hand and turned into countless complicated tricks.

...

Tao Zimei was stunned for a moment: "Crown Prince Mo didn't go to the yamen office today?"

Shi Zheng shook his head: "Miss, no."

Tao Zimei breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in a hurry to go out, but her heart could not calm down.

I don’t know if it was her illusion, but it was just these days that broke the dam, but she felt that although the entire Xicheng District is tense now, everything is going in an orderly manner, and it really doesn’t look like it will break the dam.

Moreover, there is a trend of clear weather in the past two days. It seems that the rain eye will not be able to get off. What did you do wrong?

"Young Master Rong is here too, in the old lady's yard." Shi Zheng added.

Tao Zimei felt more at ease when she heard this. Rong Du was not there, so it was impossible for the two of them to die in the river at the same time.

Is it because she and Sister Yang have done so many things, prepared enough medicinal materials and food, and more people survived, and the labor available will increase. So what was originally planned to happen in the previous life has not happened in this life?

Tao Zimei felt that it was very likely. After all, they had never helped in their previous life, so Tao Zimei suddenly felt a sense of glory to escape. As long as she did it, she could always see the results inadvertently: "By the way, is the thank you I asked you to prepare?"

"Back to Miss, you're ready."

Yang Mengjiao came out of the middle, and her long orange dress swept away the embarrassment of the heavy rain. She was gentle and generous. She happened to hear Zimei's question.

Yang Mengjiao didn't point it out, and her tone was gentle and gentle: "I heard you arrange it early in the morning, but I haven't finished it yet?" She knew her father's intention to let her go to Beijing, and she also knew that it would be good to be abide by her duties. Some things shouldn't be thoughtful, and she wouldn't be mentioned again after being moved.

Tao Zimei smiled: "Some medicinal materials need to be transported over."

"Thank you for your hard work." Yang Mengjiao looked at her and really hoped that she could achieve her wish. Although she didn't know if it was right, she hoped that Zimei would be different from her and was happy.

Tao Zimei looked at her cousin's quiet smile and her mood improved. She thought that they would get better and better in the future.

They had tried to take the first step. Prince Mo was not dead yet, and Sister Yang did not agree to the marriage immediately under her instruction.

All the bad luck has not begun, and the future has infinite possibilities. Moreover, they have also met Mincilo, right?

...

"In the Ming ginseng, someone is looking for it outside."

Ming Xiluo was concentrating on drawing lines with several river workers with measuring rulers. The terrain that the water flow naturally impacted was the key to measuring whether the digging route was correct. There was no time to see anyone: "Please help me deal with it."

"Okay." After a while, the man came in again, patted his shoulder meaningfully, and smiled ambiguously: "The other party insisted on waiting for you." After saying that, he raised his eyebrows, brother, cherish it.

Mingxiluo frowned, it was not good to see it, and when he got up, he no longer saw any emotion. He lifted the simple curtain of the straw hut.

Outside, the heavy rain has turned into light rain. The weather has been gloomy for nearly half a month, and today it is rare to show signs of sunshine.

Tao Zimei looked over and saw him walking out from behind the curtain, her heart trembled uncontrollably, she couldn't help but lower her head, and a blush flew on her cheeks.

She suddenly couldn't figure out why that woman didn't like him.

Mingxiluo couldn't say he was too bored, but he didn't have the mood to deal with it: "Miss Tao, is there something wrong?"

Tao Zimei immediately came back to her senses, raised her head, and showed a bright smile: "Thank you that day, Miss, let me bring you a thank you gift."

Ming Xiluo didn't understand why he couldn't tell Wanyan about this, and emphasized to her: "Wanyan helped you repair the carriage that day."

Tao Zimei was speechless, she, she: "Master Wanyan also has a copy..."

Mingxiluo has no time to wait here: "I'm still busy inside, if the girl is fine..."

Tao Zimei hurriedly said, "You are busy, I have something to do, I'm leaving too." She's leaving.

Minxilo has turned around.

Tao Zimei looked at his back as he was leaving and felt frustrated. It was not until he lifted the curtain of the straw hut prepared for the laborers again that he realized that he had been very nervous. Not only did he let out a sigh of relief, but he couldn't tell what he felt for a moment.

She had inquired about Mingxiluo now, not a glance that was unshakable before her death, but a real person. As she knew more about him, the more she felt nervous when facing him would spread faster.

He is serious and talented, and is highly valued by Mr. Xiang. He is taciturn but not boring. He is aware of the Six Arts but does not show off. He heard that he is particularly good at chess and better arithmetic, but rarely participates in such competitions. He has never been fascinated by the eyes and is confused by the temples. He never gives up on himself when he is in the dust.

Such a man...

Tao Zimei looked at the thatched hut not far away, as if everything here was him. Wherever he went, he would have his voice whenever he asked casually.

She could hear that her colleagues and the people below respected him very much. Even if he ignored him, it was because he was too busy and could not take time. He didn't dare to take credit from above. He could still calmly nest in such a shack and draw his beautiful lines.

Is this Mincilo?

Tao Zimei took a deep breath, took out her purse from her sleeve without hesitation, and put it together with the gift she gave him.

Tao Zimei took another look. A simple and unpretentious purse with no characteristics. She neatly embroidered a pine and cypress tree on it. It was really not good-looking, but it was strong and durable. She noticed that day that his purse had worn out its thread.

Tao Zimei handed the things to the servant outside and turned around and left.

…

Ming Xiluo would check the things he bought in person, which is a habit. Although the girl didn't seem to want to get married to Mr. Xiang through him, she would still be cautious and sifted it.

Mingxiluo found the purse placed in the pastry box. With just a glance, he could see that the pine and cypress were embroidered with great care. Mingxiluo did not move, so he covered the pastry box and sent someone to return the gift intact. The rest indicated that he had received it and the matter was cleared on the day of heavy rain.

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Chapter completed!