"What do dad think of Lord Gan's daughter? Du Zhongling also has a daughter of the right age."

"Xinsu is not better."

"Dad, there are many things in our family that are no longer suitable for us to come forward."

Xiang Zhang frowned when he heard this. He knew that Mingxiluo was his son-in-law whom he liked. He could be a maid or niece. In short, it would be better than others.

Xiang Zhuyuan looked at his father and said, "Actually, the child thinks that it is better for us not to participate in Lord Ming's marriage."

...

Ming’s father and mother were almost dumbfounded recently. When they went out, they would meet strangers for no reason. Many families who were still unthinkable to think about it, praised her son after a few greetings. Some even vaguely hinted that their son was good and had the intention of getting married.

This... Jing has such good things. After all, the maids wear cotton cloth. Although these people did not explain clearly, they vaguely revealed that as long as their Ming family came to propose marriage, they would nod and agree.

There are also such good things.

Mingfu's side was even more exaggerated. Someone helped him with gambling funds, and even paid him some alcohol debts and money to visit the flower house.

He also took him to Liangdu’s leading female official. After drinking a few glasses of white wine, he was half asleep and half awake. He listened to the beautiful scene they promised, and wanted to agree on the spot and immediately sold Mingxiluo.

But due to the cold eyes of his son like a snake in his impression, his alcohol suddenly became clear and suppressed his surging heart: "I'll consider...think..."

"Mr. Ming has already thought about it. After passing this village, there will be no such store."

"I know, I know."

From the daughter of a sixth-rank official to the daughter of a fourth-rank official, and even the daughter of a third-rank official, Ming Father could no longer hold back and was in no mood to wait.

After gambled twice this time, I was so excited that I didn't go home directly. I went directly to my son's temporary residence. I was eager to share the good news with my son. That was the daughter of a third-rank family. Their Xiaowu was about to soar to the sky.

I didn’t expect that my son, a mere seventh-rank official, would have such a fortune.

When Duoyu opened the door, he was a little confused and felt familiar, but: "Sir Ming is not at home?"

Ming's father didn't mind, so he rushed the car aside and squatted directly at the door: "I'll wait..." and hummed a song in his mouth, feeling very good.

Duoyu suddenly remembered who he was. She had seen the portrait but had not seen a real person. She didn't turn her mind for a while and didn't dare to neglect her. She hurriedly opened the door: "You are a little girl who doesn't know Mount Tai. Don't blame me, please come in."

Mingfu was a little confused, too master? What is this? But he still knows not to embarrass his son. It is someone else's house. It's not good for him to go in: "No, no, I'll wait here."

Duoyu was almost crying: "You go in and wait. It will take a long time for the master to come back. Master, please go in. Master, know that the young man will turn you out and blame the younger man."

"The sun is quite strong outside, so you can go in."

"Master--"

Mingfu suddenly heard something else from this title and hesitated for a moment: "Okay."

When the rain fell one step behind, notified the person opposite him to go to the yamen to notify the master: "Please please inside."

Ming Father came here for the first time. When he entered the house, he looked at it very smartly. The yard was very large and elegantly decorated. He noticed that there was only a kitchen built to the west of the yard. Other places were flowers and plants that were wasted.

There is absolutely no one else's house in such a simple and transparent layout.

"Master, please come inside."

The living room ornaments are simple and there are not many things. His smartness immediately emerged. His intuition suggests that only Mingxi Road is here! Maybe this is even the external yard where Mingxiluo is located!

Mingxiluo has a yard! It’s still such a big yard! There can be a row of rooms in front of you, and they can also use their family to squeeze together every day. Even if they don’t squeeze, it’s better to live in it for yourself!

Ming Father's eyes suddenly flashed. He dreamed that there was such a yard that he could not even put his feet in his house and was tired of living in a place where he could not put his feet.

It rains to pour tea.

Ming's father took the opportunity to quickly look at both rooms, and he found that the door was locked in the room to the west.

What else is there to say about this? It is definitely his son’s house. OK, he still knows how to guard against others when he comes out to live there.

Ming Father instantly sat on the chair in the main hall with great force. He felt unhappy, unfilial son, and did not know how to respect his father if he had good things.

Ming's father was so angry that he saw a recliner in the corner of the living room door. There were Duobao Pavilion and a few pots of flowers around the recliner. Haha, this kid has made such elegant things.

Mingfu immediately walked over with great enthusiasm, it looked good! The chair looked so beautiful!

The rocking chair is pitch black all over, with gold threads on the edges. It is different from all the ornaments in the living room at a glance, revealing an indescribable luxury, noble and simplicity.

Absolutely good stuff!

Mingfu said in a stuttering voice, he swung around the chair. He had worked in a wealthy family and knew that it must be a good thing.

His son is getting rich, can he bring back such good things? As he said that, he moved it casually with his hands, and the rocking chair gently shaking with his movements.

Mingfu's eyes were lit up. He just whipped it lightly, and there was no noise at all. The main curve was so beautiful that he wanted to sit on it immediately.

Duoyu came in with tea. When he saw this scene, he ignored it and hurriedly threw it aside. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed the master, not letting him sit on the chair. This was Miss Seven's thing. The master was reluctant to sit, so he should not touch it. The master would be angry when he came back.

Moreover, the master usually cleanses and takes care of this chair by himself, and he doesn't let him touch it. The master sat on his body with no idea how much soil he had, so he could beat him to death when he came back.

The master may not care about his own things, but he cares very much about Miss Seven's things.

Duoyu quickly helped the Grand Master sit on the chair in the main hall: "Master Master, you drink tea." Thinking of the tea cup, he threw it away: "Master Master, wait, I'll make tea for you," and said without waiting for the Grand Master to speak, he immediately turned around, carried the chair in the corner, and ran out.

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Chapter completed!