As a result, the other party just tactfully rejected and was about to get angry, which was not like him on weekdays.

Rong Du looked at his uncle and looked like he was not smiling. He was already leaning firmly on the back of the chair. He was the arrogant young master of the Rong family, so he calmly said: "What's wrong?"

Rong Zhankui sat down and did not expect his nephew to pour tea. He did it himself. He didn't think it was a problem: "Although it was pushed, who did not hesitate to engage his children again and again. I see what the other party meant, but it was not that he had any objections to you. Maybe Xiang Cheng had other considerations, such as, he was worried about you?"

Rong Du was not allowed to argue, regardless of the scene, he had no wife or children, so hesitated: "I suggest that I come to the capital to settle down, but I don't have enough hints?"

"This may be the reason why he did not reject you at that time. However, I think it was because we tried to get married at the wrong time at the beginning. Getting married was a matter of two families. Why do we need to find him? The interests of Mr. Xiang and Duke Xiang made up for the two families. He should respond to the marriage, and he should not respond to it." Now the initiative is completely in the hands of Xiang Cheng, and they also have to promise Xiang Cheng something false, which is boring and waste time.

Rong Du's hand knocking on the chair stopped for a moment and spoke after a while: "No."

"What's wrong? Can Xiang Cheng disobey his elder brother? It's not their own house to decide."

Rong Du pondered, feeling that this would have backfired: "Xiang Chengneng abandoned his power to protect her for more than ten years. Now he is not likely to let him exchange his daughter for family interests. Even if he succeeds in the end, it may not be beneficial to us."

I am afraid that my father-in-law will hate you deeply: "It's strange to say that he is just a servant who can influence Xiang Cheng's official career for more than ten years, making the Duke's Mansion do a great job."

The capacity is not connected.

Rong Zhankui had a long history of being stubborn about his nephew: "Continue to work hard on your father-in-law, this kind of thing that makes your daughter happy."

...

Xiang Zhuyuan stepped down the yamen and stepped into the courtyard of the study room. He looked at Butler Zheng with anger.

Butler Zheng lowered his head, drooping very low: Seven... Miss Qi was inside, she had been staying all afternoon, and she had made more than a dozen desserts in the kitchen to please her.

Butler Zheng also inquired about the matter that day. No one neglected his duties and watched Miss Seven enter with his own eyes.

But this is not the first time Miss Seven sneaks into the Riyiyuan Courtyard. She can enter and exit the study at will, not to mention a yard where she rests. She just didn't expect Miss Seven would run to... to... the bathroom.

Later, the prince ordered that Miss Seven was not allowed to enter and exit Riyi Hall at will. But Mr. Zheng also understood the decision made by the prince in anger, and he also told Miss Seven, but Miss Seven seemed to have not heard it.

Butler Zheng's head drooped even lower.

Xiang Zhuyuan walked inward.

Shanqi looked at Uncle Zheng with trembling understanding and gave him a soothing look. He had encountered the same thing, so don't worry, just get used to it.

Xiang Zhuyuan stood at the door and looked at the person who was sitting at the tall desk and practicing calligraphy well. He realized that the missing she had hidden these days might be very ridiculous in her.

She was a little sitting on a high wooden chair, unable to even step on the pedal, but she sat seriously and looked serious, with that day...

Xiang Zhuyuan calmed down. In this relationship, none of them was innocent, especially when he was older, he was suspected of bullying her incompetent.

But he always believed that as long as he restrained himself and restrained his inner demons, after endless years, their relationship would be as clean as before. He would always be her elder brother who could speak righteously to the outside world, and he would be her elder brother who could protect her openly, not a beast, not a person whom she would find it difficult to talk about when she mentioned it.

Xiang Zhuyuan did not go in directly, stood at the door with his hands behind his back and looked at her seriously, thinking: If she doesn't give her a cold face, she won't know how to teach her a lesson.

Xiang Xinci wrote the last word "Yuan". He suddenly looked up and slid out completely without the same stroke. He was stunned for a moment. He stood in the afterglow, and after countless years, he was still tall and handsome.

This is her elder brother, her elder brother.

Xiang Xinci suddenly put down his pen, held his chin, and looked at him who seemed to be glorious with the afterglow. What was he thinking?

A good thing? Or a bad thing? It must be a good thing? It should also be a good thing. After all, most of the time he always stands on the commanding heights of morality. He is self-righteous and pitiful to others. It is obvious that he is so painful that day.

However, she was generous and forgive him.

Xiang Xinci looked at him and gradually became better and better. I don’t know if the sunset was too beautiful or the sunset was particularly handsome. In short, the mood she saw him was a magnificent sea, a undulating mountain, and a crooked stroke when she was practicing calligraphy.

Xiang Zhuyuan—

Xiang Zhuyuan glared at her!

The neck is full of compassion, the eyebrows are curved, facing difficulties, not afraid of ferocity.

Xiang Zhuyuan suddenly felt that the temper she had raised had disappeared. She wore a complicated straight outfit, her hair was casually tied with a wooden hairpin, and the remaining black hair was draped on her shoulders, soft and without fireworks.

Xiang Zhuyuan walked in. Unfortunately, no matter how well this little guy sat upright, he didn't have the temperament of a literary man. He only had ink and copywriting on the large desk, there were rows of pastries that could not be named. She didn't make it everywhere. She just lined up all the pastries she had tasted on the table. At first glance, it was very spectacular.

Xiang Zhuyuan put away all the paper she used to put the pastry, put the pastry on an empty plate, and put one in his mouth when tidying it up. Inexplicably, the chefs were wrong, and what they gave her was fine grinding, which was the crude and messy fabric that they usually delivered.

Xiang Xinci picked up his own words: "Brother, look at the words I wrote, are they beautiful again?"

Xiang Zhuyuan looked at the many Xiang Zhuyuans above, each of them lay softly on the rice paper like a dead bug: "I will not practice my name in the future."

Xiang Xinci looked at the works he had been busy all afternoon, and he wrote them very well? "Are you blind? Take a look?"

Xiang Zhuyuan paused his hand when he packed things, who was blind! Seeing her smile that nothing had happened, she was too lazy to mention it again: "It looks good." I don't know if she should breathe a sigh of relief or ask what she did? However, with such a face, she will not succeed in doing anything in the future.

Xiang Xinci smiled and said that he was blind and lowered his head to continue to pity.

Xiang Zhuyuan slowly sorted out his desktop.

Butler Zheng came over and walked around, and then went out quietly.

"Brother, what will we eat tonight?"

"Are these still full?"

"It's time to eat steamed crab rice and oil, I'll give you two dishes, whatever you want."

"Thank you, I'm full."

"You always have bad breath and are prone to short-lived!"

"Xiang Xinci, go out--you go out now---" Xiang Zhuyuan reached out and dragged her outside without mercy.

Xiang Xinci didn't go out under the table: She didn't.

Butler Zheng came in and saw this scene and lowered his head: "Crown Prince, Ming Gan has arrived."

When Xiang Zhuyuan heard this, he withdrew his hands and tidied up his clothes: "Take it to the front hall." He was also a mature and steady bureaucrat of aristocratic family.

"yes."

Xiang Xinci came out from behind the table and thought she could order a large stew pot.

…

Ming Xiluo was wearing an official robe that had not yet retired, dressed neatly and respectfully presented all the things about Rong's family.

Xiang Zhuyuan changed his clothes again, and the breath on Xiang Xinci's body fell on him as he pulled it. He didn't like outsiders to see a trace of breath that shouldn't be seen from him, even if he felt taste: "It's done cleanly."

Mingxiluo does not deny that the Rong family has always been cautious in their work.

"The daughter of the Tao family in the southwest is very close to you?"

Mingxiluo Gongshou: "It is impossible for the Tao family to have access to more important information."

"You prepare and go south."

"yes."

...

Duke Mo looked at his son with relief. This time, the Xicheng District Reward was given in half. The Ministry of Works praised the documents with full praise, but said: "I can't joke about my life next time. It's just an ant. It's worth your hard work to save me. Now you are also a person who wants to get engaged. Don't think about yourself, but also for the future of the Mo family."

Mo Yunyi looked calm and had no strange emotions, "I want to wait for the marriage." She took him out of the water without any emotion. Why did she stretch out her hand to him on the mountain that day?

Duke Mo was surprised: "What are you waiting for? You are almost twenty years old. Look at who is as old as you in the capital, who has not gotten married yet. Even Xuan Jian, if it weren't for Miss Liu's mourning, she would have gotten married three years ago."

Mo Yunyi's expression did not change: "Since it's been delayed for so long, why should I be anxious? I'm going out to take office soon. I can't say anything I encounter. Don't delay Miss Yang."

"What are you saying! It is a blessing for the Yang family to be able to marry Duke Mo's mansion. The marriage cannot be delayed anymore, and it must be decided."

"Did my father want to make a grudge?"
Chapter completed!