Prince is So Good At Love

"I asked your brother-in-law to keep an eye on you before," said Mu Yunxi

"Come on, will the Lord take care of it?" Mu Qingya was a little stunned.

She then sneered, "elder sister, don't comfort me, anyway, as long as you can keep this life, as long as the other party doesn't have gray hair and ugly appearance, I will admit it."

"What do you think? It's too negative. " Mu Yunxi always thinks that she is very pessimistic when she is young, and thinks that everything is bad.

"I'm not negative, it's just that the reality is so." The evening Qing elegant light tunnel, "elder sister still remember small chrysanthemum?"? She's going to get married. She's married to Mr. Zhang, who is nearly 70 years old, and Ms. Xiaoju is only 17. "

Daisy?

Dusk Yunxi's brain quickly emerged a girl's face, petite, lovely melon face.

One of the playmates of the original owner when he was a child, her father seems to be working in Jingzhao mansion.

What kind of world is this? Is such a lovely little girl going to marry a gray old man?

The evening Yun Xi thinks of here, a burst of nausea, some can't say of stuffy.

"When will we get married?"

"Just exchanged Geng tie, waiting for the next appointment." Mu Qingya also seems to hold a bad breath, said: "before I came, Xiaoju came to me and said that she wanted to chat with me. I came here in a hurry and told her that she would come to the palace to find me directly."

Dusk Yun Xi looks at her, "do you want to open her?"

"No, I just need someone to talk with me and give me courage. Don't worry. I'll talk outside without her."

Dusk Yun Xi way: "no harm." It's a poor little girl at best.

"I'll go out first, so you can have a good rest." Mu Qingya tidies up her things.

"Wait a minute," muqingya pulled her to sit down. "I asked you, do you remember Lu Ting?"

"Lu Ting? You mean the former bodyguard The evening Qing elegant way.

"If he wants to marry you, will you?" asked Mu Yunxi

The evening Qing Ya Zheng for a moment, can't believe, "elder sister, although you are a princess, you can't control the Lu family. Do you know how powerful the Lu family is in Beijing? He just wants to marry a princess, it's not a problem at all!

Mu Qingya bit her lip and said reluctantly, "if my father hadn't won the hereditary throne, our family would have been in a state of disrepair. His position as a servant depends on silver. Who can look up to us?"

For the awkward situation of an hou Fu, Mu Yunxi knows it.

In the past few years, there have been no capable people in the house of marquis an.

It took a lot of money for the official position of Mu Tai mountain to be examined by the Ministry of official affairs every time. We have to trust people to go through the back door, otherwise we will have to brush it down.

This is the reason why Prime Minister Mu doesn't want to talk to him.

At the beginning of this year, the emperor criticized some yamen by name. He said that some officials were moths, and they were just waiting to die. The purpose of this year's assessment is to clean up these people.

Mt. mutai is such a person.

A man with lofty heart and thin talent always sighs that he is not born at the right time and does not meet his talent. In fact, he just has no ability.

He didn't even have the ability to hold his thigh. He could only win over the courtiers by marrying a girl, trying to hold his place.

In fact, he knew that it would be good to keep the position of minister.

He knew that all the people in the house knew that even muqingya knew that Marquis an's house was worse every year.

That's why Mu Qingya said that she didn't deserve Lu Ting. She didn't belittle herself. She really knew herself.

"Forget it. Let's talk about it until we get to it." Dusk Yun Xi sighed, this is actually the view of the family, just, since ancient times, this is unavoidable.

In fact, it's not so bad. Just like Xiaoju, there are still many people admiring her. With her family background, she can marry a bachelor. It's like the smoke from her ancestral grave.

The last sentence of Mu Qingya couldn't resist the irony.

Dusk Yun Xi frowns, some can't hear such words, heart rises a turbid gas, very uncomfortable, she immediately ran to spittoon, spit up.

The evening Qing Ya is startled, quickly opens the door to call a person to come in, she runs to sweep the back for the evening Yun Xi again.

"Nothing..." Dusk Yun Xi vomits, white face pacifies a way, "vomits is normal."

Mother Fu actually heard them talking outside and knew that the princess had always felt sympathy for her daughter's family.

Therefore, she quietly pulled Mu Qingya aside and said, "if the little chrysanthemum comes, don't ask the princess to see it."

"I know," Mu Qingya nodded. "I'll take her outside to talk, and then let her go."

The evening Qing Ya thinks of this matter, also feel a little reckless, how can call small Ju to come?

Pregnant people are the most sensitive, not to mention the elder sister is to know Xiaoju, Xiaoju that temperament, how to do bad old man's house filling? She's not as good as she thinks.After dusk Yunxi vomited, he slept for a while.

Wake up, Qiao son comes in to wait on.

"What about miss two?" Dusk Yun Xi asks a way, lie on the bed, feel a few days ago of afflictive dint come back again.

Qiao'er said, "the second lady is in the front yard, talking to people."

"Go and invite the second lady and her friends in." Dusk Yunxi remembered that she had invited Xiaoju to come, maybe Xiaoju came.

Qiao son Zheng for a while, just think of blessing mother once ordered, forbid to tell the princess someone came of affair.

"Go Dusk Yunxi sat up slowly.

Qiao son has to go out.

Out of the door, mother Fu was looking at the sour plum soup and asked, "wake up?"

"Wake up," Qiao son guilty ground lowers a head, "but the princess says to want to see two young ladies and that little chrysanthemum girl."

Mother Fook gave her a look. "What a mouth!"

"I know I'm wrong." Qiao son is also very vexed.

Mother Fu also compromised: "since the princess wants to see her, go and pass it on."

Qiao son answers a voice but go.

Mu Yunxi is thirsty. Mother Fu brings in sour plum soup. She drinks half a bowl at a time. The sour taste makes her stomach comfortable.

"Why am I so sour?" Dusk Yunxi smashes his mouth.

Mother Fu laughed, "sour son and spicy daughter, this baby must be the son of the world."

Dusk Yun Xi felt his stomach, "whether it's the prince or the princess, it doesn't matter, peace is good."

"Yes, peace is good." Said mother Fook.

After a while, she saw that muqingya was leading a delicate and tender little girl in.

She timidly followed behind Mu Qingya, looked up and looked down again, like a little rabbit.