Wei Mingfeng's face was filled with embarrassment, "Can't you stop staring at my face? There are so many things going on in the yard, so focus more on your work."
Xiaoju answered honestly: "It's all done."
"After you're done, go have a date, go on a blind date or something, and don't hang around at home if you have nothing else to do." She added.
Xiaoju's face turned red, "My parents' orders, my matchmaker's words, this slave has neither father nor mother. The young lady is my reborn parent. Please let the young lady make the final decision on the marriage."
Wei Mingfeng said in shock: "You are half a year older than me, so why are you a new parent? Do you think you have someone you like?"
Xiaoju nodded and said softly: "I just think it's okay unilaterally, I don't know what others think."
Xiaoju was quite pretty and had been with Wei Mingfeng for three years. At that time, she was about to be sold into a brothel, so she bought her. However, even the servants of the Wei Mansion, Wei Mingfeng, confiscated their deeds of sale, and they all Not considered a slave, he can come and go freely.
Wei Mingfeng said: "Which young gentleman fell in the eyes of our girl Xiaoju? Tell me and I will give you some advice to see if he is worthy of our little Ju."
"Actually, it's Zhao Jia Ding." Xiao Ju whispered.
Wei Mingfeng didn't hear clearly, "Who are you talking about?"
Xiaoju said: "It's Zhao Yun who came to our house a few days ago to apply for a job as a servant. My servant arranged the room for him. I thought he was polite and handsome, and I fell in love with him at first sight."
After Xiaoju finished speaking, her face turned red as an apple, and she was so shy that she didn't know how to continue speaking.
Wei Mingfeng was stunned, "Yun Shu didn't tell you, does he have a fiancée?"
Xiaoju nodded: "I know, but he is a policeman and will definitely do great things in the future. Even if he has a fiancée, I am willing to marry him, even as a second wife."
Wei Mingfeng was dumbfounded and her voice turned cold: "People say they would rather be a poor man's wife than a rich man's concubine. Besides, Zhao Yun's family's conditions are not good and they have a large family. Aren't you afraid?"
"That's just right. The young lady has betrothed me to him. I am poor now, but he will know how good I am when I become rich in the future."
"How do you know he will be rich in the future?" she asked again.
"You can tell at a glance. Hard-working people are working as agents in the yamen, and they also work as servants to earn money."
"That's right. When he comes back, I will help you ask him if he is willing." Wei Mingfeng said. She didn't know that Xiaoju still had this intention.
"Thank you, miss." Xiaoju quickly knelt down and kowtowed, quite seriously.
Outside the door, Mei Yunfeng was still blowing cold wind, which made his hands and feet cold and he sneezed several times.
Suddenly a boy came up and asked, "Who are you?"
He replied: "I came to work in the Wei Mansion."
The boy looked at him from side to side, then knocked on the door. After a moment, someone opened the door, and it was Yun Shu who opened the door.
Yun Shu also recognized him as a follower of Butler Huang in Sun Shangshu's mansion, so he asked: "Xiao Zhuzhu, what are you doing here at this hour?"
The boy was full of compliments and said: "Why did Manager Yun come to open the door in person? My master asked me to invite Miss Wei to the house. Tomorrow is my old lady's birthday party, but the master encountered a problem and wanted to ask Miss Wei for help. .”
"But my lady hasn't had lunch yet. Can you go back to your master and wait a moment?" Yun Shu said.
The young man added: "I have prepared the carriage. I must go and come back quickly. Manager Yun will be accommodating. If I don't invite Miss Wei, I will be scolded by the master again."
Mei Yunfeng listened on the side without saying a word. Isn't it Sun Shangshu's house that will hold a birthday banquet in Beijing tomorrow?
Yun Shu glanced at him and said, "Okay, I'll ask the lady."
With that said, he closed the door again.
