General Zhang has two sons and one daughter. The daughter is currently in the army, the eldest son is married, and there is still another son waiting to be married at home.
This son's name is Zhang Yue. He is tall and tough-looking, unlike other gentlemen in the capital.
Although he was sixteen, his marriage was difficult, and the people who proposed to him were either asking for money or power, and there were very few who really liked him.
"Why don't Yue'er eat? But the food doesn't suit your appetite?"
Xihe put a lion's head into his bowl: "I asked the kitchen to make this recently. Try it and see if you like it?"
"Thank you, Sister An."
Zhang Yue not only had a strong personality, but also had a magnetic and deep voice. He smiled lightly at Xihe and lowered his head to taste.
It can be seen that he is well-educated and his every move is elegant and charming.
After eating for a while, he wiped his lips with a handkerchief and smiled at Xihe: "It's delicious."
Then he stopped talking.
From the memory of the original owner, he knew that Zhang Yue didn't like to talk and had a silent temper. Xihe nodded and took the initiative to order some delicious meals for him: "Try them all. My new recipe is delicious. ”
Zhang Yue seemed to be unable to resist the hospitality and ate them one by one.
Xihe saw that he was eating faster and faster and his eyes were shining, so he pushed them to him. The attendant behind Zhang Yue's eyelids jumped and he had to stop him: "Nvjun, my husband is full." ”
In my heart, I secretly blame An Nujun for not knowing how to look at her eyes. Whose nüjun asked her husband to eat more? What if she gains weight?
"I am full?"
Xihe was surprised. She clearly seemed to like Zhang Yue when she saw him.
Zhang Yue paused, put down his chopsticks, lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you, Sister An, I am indeed full."
Xihe looked at him and then at the attendant with a resentful look on his face, and nodded: "Well, as long as you're full."
After the meal, General Zhang left with Zhang Yue. Prime Minister Jiang was a little drunk, so Xihe stepped forward to help her rest. After these days of exercise, although she was still thin and white, she was no longer so weak.
"Hehe, my son is also promising... Why is the Emperor Guiwei... Lao Zhang, keep drinking."
Prime Minister Jiang blushed and was drunk, banging his head here and there, saying something that didn't match his words. Finally, he pulled Xihe's sleeve: "My son, what do you think of Yue'er? What third prince, we don't want him anymore." Is it okay to marry Yue'er?"
Before Xihe could say anything, she retorted: "Forget it, my son loves beauties, alas, Lao Zhang."
He muttered, lying on the bed, and his voice became quieter.
Xihe took off her shoes with great effort, asked the housekeeper to call someone to wipe her face, and then turned back to the yard.
On the second day,
After she finished exercising, she wiped the sweat from her face, sat in the study and wrote out the meal recipes she had made in the previous two days, handed them to Xiao Qi, and asked her to send them to the Zhang family: "Just say it is to honor your godmother. "
Now that she is engaged, she cannot mess with others at will.
Thinking of this, she called Xiao Ba over again: "What happened to those Lang Jun who were sent back?"
Xiaoba was a round-faced girl who loved to laugh. She came in and clasped her fists and said, "Back to Nujun, twenty-four of those husbands were taken home by their parents. Sixteen of them entered the temple, and eleven of them bought their own goods." Land and house, five people..."
Xiaoba raised his head and glanced at Xihe: "Back to Qingfeng Tower again."
Qingfeng Tower, commonly known as brothel.
Xihe was not surprised and waved his hand: "Ignore those who return to Qingfeng Tower. Others can help if they can."
Xiaoba cupped his fists: "Yes."
After speaking, she thought for a while and looked at her master: "Female Master, I heard that the third prince will go to a temple in the suburbs tomorrow. Do you want to go?"
