"Then Xu Qingmo, doesn't he become the mistress of the house as soon as he comes in?" Xie Suyu looked at Meng Hetong with shock on his face, "If the people in the capital knew about this, would you still have to worry about not getting a wife? Your family's The threshold has been trampled to pieces by the matchmaker a long time ago!"
"My mother is a smart person!" Meng Hetong raised his eyebrows, "If others know this, how many of the girls who come to our door must be here for the stewardship of the Yongchang Marquis Mansion!"
Xie Suyu pursed his lips and said nothing.
After Meng Hetong returned to Yongchang Houfu, he originally wanted to go back and have a good sleep, but he couldn't sleep. Finally, he changed his clothes and waited all night at the entrance of Madam Meng's yard.
When it gets dark, the maids get up to wash themselves and sweep the courtyard.
When a maid was fetching water to wash herself, she noticed a hazy shadow under the sycamore tree at the entrance of the yard. She stepped forward a little strangely, rubbed her eyes and looked carefully, and found that it was a person. She was so frightened that she almost fell to the ground, only to realize that she turned around. The one who came was my own Lord Marquis.
"Master Marquis, you, are you here to greet me so early?" The maid was so frightened by Meng Hetong that her voice trembled.
Meng Hetong walked out of the shadows and looked at the closed door: "Is mother up?"
"Madam has gotten up and is washing up now. She should go to the Buddhist hall to do morning lessons in a while!" The maid lowered her head and said softly.
Meng Hetong nodded: "You tell my mother, I have something to tell her!"
"Master Marquis, please wait a moment. This servant will go and report to the madam right now!" After the servant girl finished speaking, she walked into the yard.
Mrs. Meng had just gotten up and was sitting in front of the dressing table washing herself. After hearing that Meng Hetong was coming, she was still a little surprised: "Why did he come so early?"
"I said I have something to talk to Madam Meng!" The maid looked at Madam Meng, "Coming here so early, there must be something urgent!"
The nun beside Mrs. Meng whispered: "Last night, the Marquis entered the palace. It was probably because of something important!"
Mrs. Meng nodded: "Let him come in!"
When Meng Hetong came in, Mrs. Meng had just finished dressing up. She looked back at Meng Hetong: "It's rare to see you get up so early!"
"There is something that needs mother's intervention!" Meng Hetong stood in front of Mrs. Meng, looking a little embarrassed.
"I'm going to do morning classes, talk while walking?" Mrs. Meng stood up and looked at Meng Hetong.
Meng Hetong nodded, and then followed Mrs. Meng towards the Buddhist hall: "Last night, I went to the palace!"
"That's how you go?" Mrs. Meng raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Huh?" Meng Hetong was a little strange, then looked down at his clothes, "This is not what I was wearing originally! I changed my clothes after I came back!"
"Your Majesty didn't ask you, how did you get injured?" Mrs. Meng turned back to look at Meng Hetong, pointed to the corner of her eye, with a look of helplessness on her face.
Meng Hetong touched the corners of his eyes, gasped in pain, and then said helplessly: "I was beaten by Marquis Ning Yuan!"
"Why, could it be that you sneaked into someone's house in the middle of the night to steal incense and jade?" Mrs. Meng turned around and said with a smile.
Meng Hetong suddenly fell silent.
Seeing that Meng Hetong had not said a word for a long time, Mrs. Meng turned around and looked at Meng Hetong: "Did you really climb over the wall and go to Miss Xu's yard in the middle of the night?"
"Um……"
Mrs. Meng took a breath and slapped Meng Hetong on the arm: "You, you said you, you are still a human being! You went to the girl's yard in the middle of the night, and you were discovered by his father. You He said that if outsiders find out, how do you want this girl to behave in the future! Why weren't you beaten to death by Marquis Ningyuan!"
"Probably because Xu Qingmo agreed to marry me!" Meng Hetong said while avoiding Mrs. Meng's slap.
Mrs. Meng, who was still thinking about how to make amends with Marquis Ningyuan, suddenly stopped: "What did you say? What happened to Xu Qingmo?"
Meng Hetong looked at Mrs. Meng and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "She promised to marry me!"
Mrs. Meng was stunned for a moment, and then cursed in anger: "Are you crazy! Are you forcing other people's girls? Your father and I are upright people. When did we teach you to be such a person? You..."
"Mother!" Meng Hetong interrupted Mrs. Meng, "I have never forced anyone else, Xu Qingmo agreed voluntarily!"
Mrs. Meng still didn't believe it: "How could she..."
"In short, I just agreed. I went to see Xu Qingmo, and I did climb over the wall to get in. But Xu Qingmo is no worse at fighting than me. How could I force her so casually? She agreed on her own!" Meng Hetong said. This matter made the corner of his mouth curl up.
"So, why you entered the palace in the middle of the night..."
"I asked Your Majesty for a marriage decree!" Meng Hetong looked at Mrs. Meng and said word by word, "Today, the decree will arrive at two mansions. I came to my mother just to ask about the betrothal gift. Is it too late for us to prepare now?"
Mrs. Meng stood there, looking at Meng Hetong for a long time, and finally slapped her and said: "Enemy, you are really my enemy. You didn't know to tell me this earlier, and you just came to tell me now. Do you know what a betrothal gift is? Ah. ? In such a short while, I didn’t even have time to take inventory, your enemy..."
"I came here before dawn..." Meng Hetong felt aggrieved.
Madam Meng turned around and walked back, and the maid hurriedly stepped forward: "Madam, aren't you going to do morning lessons today?"
"What are you doing in the morning? It is a great blessing from the Buddha that this little enemy can marry a daughter-in-law. The betrothal gift can only be more or less, but we cannot lose this daughter-in-law!" Mrs. Meng held up her skirt. He walked away quickly and looked back at Meng Hetong, "Why don't you come over to help me? Why are you just standing here, waiting for the betrothal gift to fall from the sky and kill you?"
Meng Hetong hurriedly followed: "The betrothal gift will definitely not fall from the sky, but my mother must have a way to conjure it up!"
Mrs. Meng turned back and glared at Meng Hetong: "If I hadn't known that you had a sweetheart earlier, I would have asked people to start making preparations. Although the preparations are not complete now, everything that should be prepared has been prepared. Otherwise, if you sell me now, I won’t even be able to prepare the betrothal gift!”
Meng Hetong followed Mrs. Meng in a hurry: "Oh, my mother is the best..."
Mrs. Meng frowned tightly: "I really killed people, set fire to people and robbed homes in my last life. I have just been unlucky for eight lifetimes and become your mother!"
Mrs. Meng was very resentful, and Meng Hetong followed her, not daring to say a word.
