Pick a Prince and Get Rich

Ning Xiaohua's tenderness surprised Li Jizu and made him more dissatisfied with Qiurong.

"Don't worry, Qiu Rong doesn't dare to make another mistake in the future. If she dares to do it again, I won't let her go!" Li Jizu took her hand to the bedroom.

Ning Xiaohua bowed his head and nodded, a trace of light flashed in his eyes, knowing that he was just talking.

The red candle burned out overnight. Li Jizu reached out and touched the people on the couch beside him, but he threw himself in the air.

"Where's the young lady?" Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he raised his head and asked xiaocui'er who was guarding the collapse.

"Back to the young master, the young granny is in the kitchen."

"What are you doing in the kitchen so early?" Li Jizu was dissatisfied with the speech.

Xiaocui stepped forward to put on his shoes and socks, knelt down on one side and said, "the young granny said she would make breakfast for the master, madam and young master."

Make breakfast? Li Jizu got up from the couch, picked up the handkerchief and wiped his face. "Isn't there someone in the house? Let her come back quickly."

"But..." Xiaocui was in a bit of a dilemma with the lotion. She told her that she must serve the young master well, but now what should she do.

Is hesitating, Ning Xiaohua has returned from the kitchen to the yard.

"Xianggong, why don't you sleep a little longer? It's half an hour before your mother worships Buddha." As she said this, she went forward to tidy Li Jizu's clothes.

After clearing his throat, Li Jizu pretended to be angry: "you still say, what do you do in the kitchen? Are all the kitchens in the house furnishings?"

Hearing his anger, Ning xiaohuasi was not angry. She took his hand and sat in front of the bronze mirror, carefully binding his hair: "the rules can't be abolished. After all, I'm a bride, so I can't gossip behind my back and lose my husband's face." Insert the jade hairpin and look at Li Jizu, who is whiter than his skin in the bronze mirror, with a smile on his face.

"Well, I know you were wronged by yesterday's events. In a moment, we'll go and greet our mother first." Li Jizu patted his hand on his shoulder and comforted him.

"Yes."

Led by the servant girl, the couple entered Mrs. Li's Buddhist hall. The sound of wooden fish came from the Buddhist hall. Mammy Rong's eyes were sharp and deep like a sword. In short, the atmosphere became very strange.

Ning Xiaohua's way of walking and the smile on her face are all in accordance with the etiquette she learned before her marriage. She behaves well and looks gentle. In a word, she can't find any fault in her behavior at this time.

"Mother, my son has brought Xiaohua to greet you!" Li Jizu took Ning Xiaohua's hand and let her kneel down with her.

Mrs. Li put down the Bangzi, turned around, glanced at them, and said in a low voice, "get up."

"Thank you, mother." Li Jizu helps Ning Xiaohua to get up, which is seen by Mrs. Li.

She turned the beads in her hand and said carelessly, "how do you plan to solve the problem of Qiurong?"

"How about a month's silver penalty for three days in the Chaifang?" Li Jizu looks at his mother with a little flattery.

"What do you think?" Mrs. Li didn't take care of him. Instead, she asked Ning Xiaohua, who was sitting beside him.

"Everything is arranged by my mother."

"Cheng, since you, the bitter master, have said to listen to me, then follow my stepfather, so as not to hurt the harmony between your husband and wife." With that, Mrs. Li raised her mouth slightly.

Ning Xiaohua smell speech, pull skirt angle of hand slightly a tight, but always with a smile on the face.