Mu Hanqing just felt like he was gone. Fortunately, the official family did not grant marriage, otherwise it would be really embarrassing to have such a fiancée.
Taohong called the waiter and settled the bill, of course with the money she had just "robbed". The prices here are quite fair, a bun costs two cents, and a drawer of buns costs ten cents, a total of one hundred cents.
Upon hearing that a steamed bun only cost two cents, Liu Lu was so happy that she ordered another drawer to be taken away.
Taohong wished she could stop Liulu's mouth: "You have eaten so much, don't you feel ashamed?"
"Here's another drawer to take away." Xining smiled: "What's the shame? Being able to eat is a blessing. Liu Lu, feel free to eat. With me here, I will never let you go hungry."
"Master of the Village~" Liu Lu was so moved that she almost sniffed. The plump round face, coupled with misty eyes, has a perfect expression.
So everyone looked at this overly strong girl in amazement, happily holding a big bun wrapped in oil paper in one hand and one in the other, eating while following his wife.
After eating more than forty buns, she was said to be eighty percent full. Now it seems that she can really eat it. What kind of belly is this! Everyone had the same thought, this girl couldn't get married. Any family with such a daughter-in-law would be very poor.
"Haha, interesting!" Prince Jinxiang patted his thigh. The table couldn't be patted and it was a bit dirty. The smell might be stuck on his fingers as soon as he patted it.
"What's so interesting?" Mu Hanqing was indeed filled with disgust. Everyone in Black Tiger Village is unconventional and sick.
"Brother Mu, what you said is wrong." Prince Jinxiang Hou smiled: "That girl eats so much. If she were an ordinary official lady, let alone bringing her out, she wouldn't even be able to use it."
"If you eat too much, you will be said to be like a starving ghost reincarnated, for fear of being criticized. But the fat girl still wants to eat, but she does not stop it, which proves that she is a kind-hearted person, and is more generous than those ladies who pretend to be delicate. Much more.”
Mu Hanqing sneered: "Since Brother Yanqing appreciates it, let's give it to Brother Yanqing."
Zhao Yanqing, the eldest son of Jinxianghou, is the fifth-generation grandson of Emperor Taizong. His great-grandfather is the eleventh son of Emperor Gaozu, and his grandfather is the fourth son of Jinxianghou. He was named Jinxianghou and inherited the title.
Although this Marquis is not as good as the Marquis of Zhongyong, the title is earned with one's life, but it still belongs to the royal family.
Zhao Yanqing nodded: "Okay, as long as Brother Mu breaks off the engagement, I will propose immediately."
Just like the real thing, Mu Hanqing stood up: "Okay, don't make me happy anymore. I've seen enough excitement, so let's go."
"Okay, how about going to Kuihua Building?" Zhao Yanqing encouraged: "The new Xiao Qingwan has a pretty appearance and a good voice. She can make your ears feel better by singing a little song."
"If you don't go, if my father finds out, he won't beat me to death. It's time for me to go back." Mu Han turned around and left.
"Hey, hey~" Zhao Yanqing couldn't stop shouting, so he could only give up.
He said to himself: "What should I do, young master? Forget it, let's go back home."
Mu Hanqing returned to the mansion. Not long after he sat down, someone called him to see the Marquis.
In the study room, Marquis Zhongyong was writing. Mu Hanqing knew about this. When Zhongyong Hou was young, he had a hot temper and would not obey anyone. Even the prince who was studying with him would start a fight if they disagreed.
He is a descendant of military generals, how could these half-jealous princes be his rivals.
The late emperor did not punish him severely, but punished him to practice calligraphy, saying that it would nourish his character. If you are punished too much, you will develop a habit. And it was because of this that Mrs. Hou, who later came from a scholarly family, agreed to the marriage, saying that since she could concentrate on practicing calligraphy, it proved that she had a good temper. So Zhongyonghou would write a few large characters every day, and it had been like this for many years.
After the fight between the princes, some became enemies and some became good friends.
Marquis Zhongyong was still writing without stopping: "Coming?"
"Yes, Dad." Mu Hanqing replied.
After Zhongyong Hou wrote this, he took another piece of calligraphy practice paper, put it on top of the original calligraphy, and wrote another: "I heard that I met the Lord of Yong'an County?"
"Dad is talking about Zhao Fuling." I don't know why, but I feel a little irritated: "Son, she even robbed me."
Zhongyong Hou paused, but luckily he didn't ruin the words: "That's nonsense, I'm asking you for money."
"What's the difference?" Mu Hanqing was angry and funny.
"Even if it's a robbery, why didn't she choose you instead of someone else?"
Mu Hanqing... said a little uncertainly: "Maybe you think I'm easier to talk to?"
You can't say this wrong, otherwise, it will be mistaken for the two of them having some kind of friendship before.
Marquis Zhongyong put down his pen and said to his son: "Since you know about the robbery, why don't you resist? It's not like you can't beat her."
What are these words? Could it be that he likes to be robbed: "Er can indeed beat her, but Ke'er's men may not be able to beat her men." Just the big appetite with a burly figure and a maid's bun on his head The maidservant didn’t even know she was a woman.
The four followers following behind him all had light steps and their hands were covered with veins. It was obvious at a glance that they were good at practicing hard kung fu. If they really fight, I don't know what will happen, but they will definitely eat better than Liang Cheng.
At this moment, Mu Hanqing suddenly thought of the big mutton buns, and Zhao Fuling smiling at the big fat girl's smiling face while eating the buns.
Mu Hanqing... said a little uncertainly: "Maybe you think I'm easier to talk to?"
You can't say this wrong, otherwise, it will be mistaken for the two of them having some kind of friendship before.
Marquis Zhongyong put down his pen and said to his son: "Since you know about the robbery, why don't you resist? It's not like you can't beat her."
What are these words? Could it be that he likes to be robbed: "Er can indeed beat her, but Ke'er's men may not be able to beat her men." Just the big appetite with a burly figure and a maid's bun on his head The maidservant didn’t even know she was a woman.
The four followers following behind him all had light steps and their hands were covered with veins. It was obvious at a glance that they were good at practicing hard kung fu. If they really fight, I don't know what will happen, but they will definitely eat better than Liang Cheng.
At this moment, Mu Hanqing suddenly thought of the big mutton buns, and Zhao Fuling smiling at the big fat girl's smiling face while eating the buns.
Mu Hanqing... said a little uncertainly: "Maybe you think I'm easier to talk to?"
You can't say this wrong, otherwise, it will be mistaken for the two of them having some kind of friendship before.
Marquis Zhongyong put down his pen and said to his son: "Since you know about the robbery, why don't you resist? It's not like you can't beat her."
What are these words? Is it possible that he likes to be robbed: "Er can indeed beat her, but Ke'er's men may not be able to beat her men." That burly figure, if not for the comb on his head
