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031 Tailoring

Just agree?

But—it is not impossible. Although the second wife of the Ling family is in power, the Duke's Mansion was not inherited by them after all.

After a hundred years, Duke Ling's family business was a big house. The second house lost the remaining wealth of Duke Ling's Mansion, but he could not get a title. After the second master passed away, he became an ordinary family of powerful people who had fallen.

No matter how bad Jiang Hongbao is, there is a hereditary marquis appointed by the emperor to be a marquis, and he will be grateful to his descendants and countless property. As long as he is not hit by the gun, he will never be able to escape his glory and wealth for several lifetimes. The second wife of the Xiang family may not be moved.

Suddenly, several sisters-in-law were worried. If they could get close to Duke Ling's Mansion, would the old man in their family have also moved?

"Old ancestor, you are the best for your grandson."

Seeing this, several aunts immediately smiled and said, "No, my ancestors love you the most. My ancestors will definitely agree to you. Don't let my ancestors feel sorry for you, and let the doctor show it." You have to be more angry and marry the third lady of the second wife of the Xiang family. The Xiang family will not promote us in the future.

Mrs. Jiang knew what they were thinking when she looked at her daughter-in-law. She was stupid: "Let the doctor see it quickly."

"The doctor will see the grandson." Then he poked his head out: "Old ancestor, when will you go to propose marriage?"

Mrs. Jiang also looked at the old lady.

Several daughters-in-law also looked over with great enthusiasm.

Mrs. Jiang sighed. The old marquis left early and his eldest son died in battle again. The only Miaomiao, the Jiang family generation, is another unsuccessful person. It is not for them to be so anxious.

Besides, she has seen the third girl of the Xiang family. She is a steady and sensible child, so she naturally doesn’t talk about you. The Xiang family’s family is naturally not bad for the girls.

I am afraid that Mr. Xiang Er will hold an important position. Although Mrs. Xiang Er did not show his current character, he also looked at the man's character very much. Just like Hongbao... Mrs. Xiang Er may not agree.

But he is not without the strength to try his best. After all, the title of the Marquis of Jiang's Mansion is hereditary, and he may not be worthy of the eldest daughter of the Duke's Mansion, but he is more than enough to be worthy of the daughter of her second wife.

Besides, if he can get married to the Duke of Ling, Hongbao also has a support.

"Old ancestor, old ancestor..."

"Okay, I'll bring it to you when you're done."

Jiang Hongbao suddenly felt that his injury did not hurt at all: "Thank you, thank you, my ancestors, I knew that my ancestors loved me the most."

"Thank you, mother." Mrs. Jiang quickly asked the doctor to step forward.

...

The sun was as fierce as fire at noon, cicadas roared, the leaves on the treetops were listless, and the rows of pomegranate trees were raising their branches and leaves without any anger.

At this moment, the window of the attic suddenly opened, and the cool air flow came to the surface, and the pomegranate tree became energetic in an instant.

The sun shines in from outside the window, and the coolness remains in the exquisite layout of the small building.

The homes in Weiruiyuan are the most exquisite. They are all old items left by their previous aunt. Needless to mention the texture, they are futons and small pads that were later purchased.

Xiang Xinci was wearing a light blue tulle skirt, and gently tied it with a brocade belt around her waist. She tied a big bow on her waist and hung it on the ground. At the neckline, a hairpin on her head was tied, which instantly made the simple clothes look vivid.

Xiang Xinci lay down by the window, her waist stretched upwards with slender waist. She was turning the pomegranate fan in her hand with interest, and her face was filled with an innocent smile.

The Joule thread kept moving, staring at her lady blankly, her eyes straightened. The lady was so beautiful, her hands were beautiful, and the fans were beautiful, as if they could look as bright as they could.

Aunt Qin came in with Binglishui, glared at Joule, and smiled and put Binglishui aside: "Does Miss like this fan?"

When Xiang Xinci heard this, he took the fan back leisurely, leaned against the windowsill like a boneless person, playing with the pomegranate decoration at will: "It's quite eye-catching."

Aunt Qin didn't expose it, so she naturally liked it. She didn't like it to be able to watch it for so long: "Just just now, the master's servant came over and gave her 100 taels of silver to the lady for the money."

When Xiang Xinci heard this, he glanced at the fan in his hand, and turned the pendant in his hand indifferently.

She naturally knew what her father meant. She saw that she took the third brother's fan and the eldest brother's fan, reminding her not to take Xiaoen Xiaohui in her eyes.

She looked like she had shallow eyelids. Xiang Xinci left the windowsill and sat in the front seat: "Have you tailored people come? Let them come in."

Aunt Qin was suddenly embarrassed: "This..."

"What's this? Hesitant. If you have something to say, don't speak if you can't say it."

Aunt Qin immediately said, "Mrs. Isn't there any measurement yet?"

What does it have to do with her? If she doesn't care about others, she will have to stay naked: "Call people in, I'll go to bed later, and I may not have time."

Aunt Qin didn't dare to say anything else, so she hurried to the front yard to call in. She comforted herself: Anyway, their ladies don't leave the mansion, and their bad reputation of disrespectful mistress is also bad in the mansion, so what are you afraid of!



Several women who were tailored to the clothes were stunned when they received the message, they looked at each other and hurriedly stopped their eyes.

Shouldn’t the fifth wife first and then the ladies below? Or should the ladies feel sorry for the ladies and ask the ladies to make a layoff first?

But it should be the fifth lady's people who informed them to go there, how could they be the seventh lady's people?

Although I had already felt like I had seen something shameful, I didn't show it at all.

The woman in the lead calmly left two people to wait, then called the other two, lowered her head, and followed in obscurity.



In the attic of Weiruiyuan, the coolness is refreshing and the fruits are fresh.

The woman in the lead became quieter after seeing a plate of plums and melons placed on the table.

Xiang Xinci was almost sleepy and shook the fan in her hand without much energy. She had no impression of these women. After all, she was not a cat or a dog in her life.

But I still have an impression of this garment shop - Fanxing Buxing is an old brand in Beijing, with a regular work and no escape. It is quite OK, otherwise I would not have been selected by the Duke's Mansion to replace the Du family.

Speaking of which, what happened to the Du family? Go back and ask Xiang Zhuyuan.

"Hurry up, don't waste time." The crisp sound of the pearl falling from the jade plate sounded like the sound of ice cracking.

The woman in the lead subconsciously glanced at the lady sitting in the upper position, and when she glanced at the lady sitting in the upper position, her whole body seemed to be stepping on the ground, as if she was being stopped by a demon!

Fortunately, she often went to and from the Dao Mansion in the Deep Mansion. She knew what was the most deadly, so she immediately tugged her head on her clothes. Her heart quickly turned: Is there such a beautiful lady in the Duke's Mansion? Haven't you heard rumors in the capital?

It is said that such a look cannot be mentioned in the back house of the middle and middle house of Beijing. But for many years, she was sure that she had never heard of such a legitimate lady in the Duke of Lingguo's Mansion who was forgetful.
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