The ugly wife of peasant family

Luo Feng sat down opposite the princess.

Looking at his defensive appearance, a smile flashed in the princess's eyes.

After eating the mutton in the bowl, she put down her chopsticks, picked up one side of the handkerchief and dried her mouth.

"I went back yesterday and thought about it. I couldn't figure out why you didn't marry me. In terms of appearance, although I am not shy, I can be regarded as the upper Chu; In terms of identity, I'm much higher than you. If you marry me, you can bring it out and help your career. Why don't you want to? "

"It just doesn't fit the eye."

"Why not?"

The princess pondered over this sentence, and after a long time, she laughed, "well, in that case, I don't want to ask. I will go back with Qi'er in two days, and I won't see you again."

I don't know why, listen to her say so, Luo Feng not only didn't breathe a sigh of relief, but in the heart heavy, but on the face don't show, nodded, "Bon voyage."

"Thank you very much."

With that, the princess picked up the small wine jar on the table, poured two bowls of wine, put them behind the wine jar, and handed one of the bowls to Luo Feng, "although we can't marry you, we are destined. If you have nothing to do, drink with me."

Luo Feng felt guilty and naturally didn't refuse. He wanted to take a sip, but the princess took a bowl and drank it. He hesitated for a moment, and then drank it, and the wine came to him instantly.

He shook his head.

The princess smiles and fills them again. Instead of rushing to drink this time, she picks up chopsticks and puts some mutton in her bowl, signaling to Luo Feng to eat, "this meal is also for you anyway. Have some."

Luo Feng is silent. He picks up his chopsticks and eats them.

"In fact, the climate in Daqing is really not suitable for me..."

While eating, the princess chatted about her family. She spoke slowly, just like talking with an ordinary friend.

Luo Feng just listened to her at the beginning, and then slowly said one or two words. The princess eats, he eats, the princess drinks, he also drinks. Even after three bowls of wine, his eyes began to wander and his tongue became big.

"Can you? If not, stop drinking. "

The princess "pretended" to persuade.

He's a man! How can a man be said no? Luo Feng shakes his body, "who says I can't, come on, drink on!"

"Really?"

The princess urged him.

Luo Feng was in a hurry, patting his chest, "pour it on, drink it!"

The princess poured it for him. Without waiting for the princess to pick up the bowl, he picked it up and gulped it down. After drinking it all at once, he put the bowl on the table and said, "pour it again."

The princess pursed her lips and poured him two more bowls.

Luo Feng's eyes were askew. When he put the bowl on the table again, the princess didn't pour it for him. "You drink too much, don't drink any more."

"Who said, I didn't drink much."

Luo Feng went to grab the wine jar.

The princess is afraid that he burns, coaxes him, "good, good, good, you did not drink much, I pour for you."

Luo Feng sat down on the chair and watched the princess fill it for her. He wanted to carry the bowl again, but he didn't carry it several times.

"Luo Feng."

The princess was smiling and approached him, "do you think I look good?"

Looking at the pretty face in front of him, Luo Feng nodded, "it's nice."

"Will you marry me?"

"Good."

Luo Feng nodded, his eyelids sank and his head drooped.

The princess held him in one hand and placed a piece of paper in front of him in the other. "If you agree, press a fingerprint on it."

Luo Feng, who has been doing business since he was a child, naturally has a high sense of vigilance. As soon as he listens to let him press his fingerprints, his chaotic brain seems to wake up, "press, press what fingerprints?"

"You promised to marry me."

Luo Feng tilts his head to look at her, drunk eyes meet the reflection of the princess, "I promise to marry you?"

"Yes."

The princess was very close to him. Her big eyes were bent. The smile in her eyes charmed Luo Feng's eyes. As a result, Luo Feng raised her hand, dipped it in the ink and pressed a big fingerprint on the paper.

The princess's eyes and eyebrows were bent.

Luo Feng sees in the eye, in the heart vacancy many years of a corner, the moment is filled, stretch out a hand, want to touch that wipe smile, "you..."

Hands up, but no longer hold drunk, head bang on the table.

"Luo Feng."

Called the princess.

Luofeng didn't respond.

The princess picked up the paper, folded it gently and put it away.

"Come on."

The man at the door pushed in.

"Your boss is drunk. Help her down."

The man quickly turned to go out and called another man to come. They helped Luo Feng down. The princess sat back, took a drink from the wine bowl, and then ate happily.

Luo Feng didn't wake up until the evening. He shook his head and saw that he was at home.

There was a moment of stupor, and then the picture of drinking with the princess appeared in my mind.

Teng sat up, his brain vaguely flashed something, he beat this head with his hand, trying to think, only remember that he seemed to press his fingerprints before he got drunk.

Press the fingerprint?

Startled, he stood up and walked out. When he opened the door, he heard the disordered footsteps outside the courtyard, accompanied by the voice of the housekeeper, "slow down, slow down, don't fall."

When he went out, he saw the servants coming and going, holding all kinds of things in his hands.

"Young master."

Seeing him, the housekeeper came forward happily.

"What happened?"

"Madame, tell me to get your things ready."

"Marriage? What are you talking about

The happy look on the housekeeper's face couldn't hide, "I'll propose to you."

Luo Feng frowned and strode toward the main courtyard.

Along the way, all the servants in the mansion were very happy. When they saw him, the voice of calling young master was smiling.

The yard of the main courtyard is full of things, cloth, jewelry, jewelry... Everything. Aunt Jing is smiling and instructs her servants to put things away.

"Mother."

Luofeng strode past.

"Awake?"

Aunt Jing's voice should be gentle. How gentle is it? It's quite different from yesterday.

"This..."

"Come in and talk."

Luo Feng with her into the room, static aunt pointed to a piece of paper on the table, "Han son sent, there are your fingerprints on it."

Luo Feng walked over, and the two words of the marriage letter came into his eyes. Luo Feng's eyelids jumped, quickly took a look, and clearly pressed his fingerprints on it.

"You son of a bitch, yesterday I choked my neck and said that I didn't want to. Today I signed the wedding mark. I'll tell you that although our family is a merchant, there should be no lack of etiquette. I'll ask the matchmaker to come to propose marriage, and then..."

Luofeng turns and goes out.

"What are you going to do?"

The answer to Aunt Jing was the shaking of the curtain.

Luo Feng went out of the house, took the rein of the horse in the servant's hand, turned over and went straight to the post house.