This matchmaker is a famous official mediaman. He has a clever mouth and a thick skin, and a bright tongue. He can even say that the dead can be said to be alive. Facing Mrs. Duan's slightly sank, he has no timidity.

She doesn't need to be timid, either.

She was entrusted by Mu Enbo's mansion to propose marriage. What kind of family is Mu Enbo's mansion? It is the home of the imperial concubine. No matter how high the threshold of the Duke of Wei's mansion is, if you talk to a cousin who is divorced from her father's clan, can you beat her out?

Old lady, look, Mr. Hua is a talented man and the only Miaomiao in Mu Enbo’s mansion. He will be able to inherit the title in the future, and the girl will definitely not be able to bear the grievance in the future.

Mrs. Duan's face was as deep as water and said lightly: I still heard that because Mu Enbo had no son, Mr. Hua had to carry two houses on one shoulder.

The matchmaker laughed hurriedly: Why is the old lady still worried about this? I proposed marriage to Mr. Hua because I was entrusted by Mrs. Mu Enbo. The girl married her, and that was the daughter-in-law of the big house and the future Mrs. Bo.

Mrs. Duan served tea: The old granddaughter is clumsy and dull, and cannot handle such a complicated relationship. My aunt should ask her to go back.

Even if Mrs. Bo is the Duke of the Kingdom, how can she compete with a woman with a similar status for a man? She can't bear to bear such grievances

The matchmaker sat steadily: Old lady, don’t rush to see off the guests, please take a look at this first.

She said, taking something out of her arms and carefully uncovering the wrapped silk cloth, as if holding some treasure.

Mrs. Duan, Han and others stared at each other unconsciously.

The silk cloth was uncovered and there was a delicately crafted embroidered shoe inside.

This is a premonition that Mrs. Duan narrowed her eyes and felt a bad feeling.

The matchmaker smiled and showed a sure-win look: Old lady, this is the cousin's embroidered shoes.

Mrs. Duan's face changed: How could my granddaughter's embroidered shoes be in the hands of my aunt

The matchmaker smiled: What about these shoes? They were handed over to me by Mrs. Mu Enbo.

She looked around everyone's expressions and then said: Actually, Mrs. Mu Enbo asked me to propose marriage because of the fate caused by this shoe.

Mrs. Duan's face darkened: Please tell me clearly, this is vague and vague, wouldn't it be misunderstood?

What a misunderstanding? These shoes were left to Mr. Hua when the cousin in the house dating Mr. Hua. Old lady, you see, both young people are better off. The elders who love them always have to be beautiful. It is not a matchmaker who secretly curled his lips. I thought that as a girl, the woman was still pretending to be an air.

Now she said it out, and seeing that these noble ladies are ashamed to say it, they also have to give her a big red seal to cover up their girls.

Nonsense, Mrs. Duan said nothing, Han had already stood up, his face full of anger, don't talk nonsense, how could my daughter secretly talk to the prince of Washington? It's ridiculous

She had seen Hua Liang, and she was so frustrated when she saw him. Not to mention that he would marry two wives openly in the future.

Han couldn't help but think of himself.

Cheng Xiuwen just took a concubine of Aunt Dong, and her depression over the years was beyond memory. With Wei'er's rather than bent temperament, if she really married a man with other women, she might be pissed to death in a few years.

Oh, you calm down. I am just an ice man, how dare I fool you with such a thing? These shoes are definitely your girl. Think about it, if it weren't for the fact that it was true, Mu Enbo's mansion wouldn't dare to fabricate such things.

Han was stunned by the question and couldn't help but look at Mrs. Duan.

The matchmaker hurried over and said, "Old Madam, since this is the case, you should think carefully. Mr. Hua and his cousin are of the same age and are of equal status. If they can become a favor between Qin and Jin, wouldn't that be a big happy event?"

Mrs. Duan did not answer the conversation and ordered Liangchen: Go and invite the cousin to come.

Yes. Liangchen retreated.

The matchmaker curled his lips and smiled: Oh, it’s still the old lady who loves her cousin.

Marriage focuses on the words of the matchmaker from parents. Both of them have an affair. This old lady actually wants to call her granddaughter over to deal with it. She hasn't seen her for so long as she has been a matchmaker.

Liangchen hurried to Hengwuyuan and told Cheng Wei about the matchmaker's visit.

Cheng Wei walked barefoot yesterday. He woke up this morning with cold feet. He was lying on the warm kang holding ginger water and drinking. After Liangchen said this, his face looked strange: The matchmaker said this seriously.

Liangchen nodded: The maid didn't fall into a word, and he told her all to the cousin.

Cheng Wei put the white porcelain bowl on the small kang table, took the coat handed over by Huanyan, and said calmly: Let's go.

Liangchen led the way ahead and couldn't help but secretly wonder.

It is really rare for cousin to be unhurried or impatient when encountering such a thing.

Old lady, cousin arrived. Liangchen stood at the door and shouted.

The cotton curtain embroidered with rich flowers blooming was opened, and a tall girl wearing a stone blue carved squirrel came in slightly.

As she walked in, she took off her cloak and handed it to the maid beside her, revealing the wide blue Taoist robe inside.

The girl looked faint and had a calm temperament. She had greeted her elders. Then she slightly raised the corners of her eyes and glanced at the matchmaker with a majestic look.

The matchmaker suddenly felt his scalp tightening, and subconsciously sat a little straighter, and couldn't help but mutter, "Is this the cousin who felt that it was harder to get closer than Mrs. Duan and others."

Cheng Wei shook his sleeves and sat calmly on the head of Mrs. Duan: Grandma, this is the eldest aunt who came to propose marriage to me.

Mrs. Duan nodded.

She was not worried that her granddaughter would have a private meeting with the young master in Washington, but if she was involved in other people's words, the granddaughter would be the one who suffered the loss.

Cheng Wei looked at the matchmaker, looked calm and asked directly: What about the so-called certificate

The matchmaker couldn't figure out where the inexplicable tension came from, so he hurriedly handed the brocade embroidered shoe to Cheng Wei: Miss, please know this thing.

Shoes. Cheng Wei picked up the corners of his lips and sneered. Mu Enbo's mansion pointed out that Lu Weima and got such a shoe from somewhere, and said who belonged to it. If so, then just say it was the princess. That young master Hua could still get a princess as his princess.

As soon as these words were said, the matchmaker was shocked, and everyone in the room was also surprised by Cheng Wei's toughness.

Cheng Wei slowly stood up, lifted his skirt, stepped on the little moustache, and said coldly: Auntie, you have to see clearly.

Everyone looked at the girl's embroidered shoes with green satin embroidered white plum on her feet. She was exquisite and small, which was not as big as an adult's palm. Looking at the embroidered shoes in the matchmaker's hand, they were set off like a funny boat, big and stupid.

The matchmaker looked embarrassed in an instant.

Cheng Wei held his feet and bowed to Mrs. Duan: Grandma, since there is nothing wrong, I will go back first.

The room was silent. Cheng Wei walked to the door and turned around: My aunt should be careful in the future. Mu Enbo’s house is making such a joke with you. Isn’t this bad reputation? Of course, my grandmother is kind and will not beat the blackmailers who come to the door to make trouble. Please rest assured. To be continued.
Chapter completed!