Happy Marriage

An Sheng frowned slightly, and said to the concierge: "If someone comes to match me in the future, there is no need to report back to Mrs. Madam. You can just send them all away."

The concierge couldn't help but be stunned: "Dismissed?"

An Sheng nodded, took out a piece of silver from his arms, and handed it to the concierge: "If Mrs. and Mrs. investigate, you can just push it on me."

The concierge was anxious and An Sheng blamed him for being rude to her last time, and was full of flattery. Now, seeing Qian's eyes widen, his eyes suddenly straightened: "Miss, don't worry, it's all wrapped up in the servant's body."

An Sheng glanced outside the door again, thought for a moment, turned back to the yard, changed into a Dragon Boat maid's clothes, and then opened the door and swaggered out under the surprised gaze of the concierge.

As soon as he went out, he was immediately surrounded by a group of matchmakers, shaking the flower handkerchief in his hand, the pungent smell of fat powder almost smoked An Sheng.

Everyone was talking like a group of hens that had just laid their eggs. The noise made An Sheng's ears hurt. No wonder the doorman would close the door.

"Sister, can your wife get up?"

"Please tell your wife and tell me that Zhang Hanlin's mansion has asked a matchmaker to come to see you."

"Is your second lady at the mansion now? My wife wants to invite the second lady to my mansion to appreciate plums. Here is an invitation."

An Sheng rushed to the left and right, unable to break free, smiled and said to the two tall old women, one on the left and one on the right: "Let me go first, the second girl in my family has an explanation."

A few old women didn't know An Sheng, and when they saw her dressed as a maid in front of them, they spoke more directly, not at all euphemistic.

The two women let go, An Sheng cleared his throat, and asked in a big way, "Are you all here to match my second girl?"

The matchmakers nodded hurriedly.

"There are so many of you, all of whom are very tongue-in-cheek, and the second girl in my family doesn't know who to believe, and it won't look good when they go back to her house. Instead, my lady seems to be picky.

Otherwise, the few of you will go to the side to discuss and discuss on your own, then judge according to your own standards, and finally choose the two with the best conditions in all aspects, and then come to the door to agree. The best of both worlds, it doesn't hurt everyone's harmony, and it doesn't ruin your Qiaozui name. "

"This," one of the old women said in a bit of embarrassment: "We are all entrusted by others. If we don't see the face of Mrs. Miss, and just go back and report to the master's house, doesn't it seem that we are too incompetent?"

"Moreover, this foot is short and long, and whether the conditions are good or not can't be generalized. It also depends on what kind of husband your family wants to choose for the second girl?"

"That's right! The one with the highest official position and the most prominent family background may not necessarily like it. Each has his own eyes. This means that the media originally wanted the two to see each other."

An Sheng felt that it was a banquet to show off her lip service in front of a group of matchmakers, and she was choked up almost unable to speak. This trick is clever, but it seems to be enough.

She was planning that when the time comes, there will be only the last two left, and if she makes any excuses, it will be easy to pass up, and she will not offend anyone. Who would think that these old women are all human beings, one is more powerful than the other, and no one is caught.

She just thought about it for a while and smiled: "The matchmakers who came to the mansion two days ago can be said to be in an endless stream, and my wife can't just listen to your noises, after all, there is a big business in the mansion waiting for my wife to open up. .

If not like this, you go back and find someone to write a post, list the basic conditions of the man's family background, how many brothers, and how the man makes a living now, and then hand it over to the concierge of our mansion, and he will naturally pass it on. Let the lady know. Then my wife and young lady will choose the one they like to contact you, so that everyone will be fair and not hurt, so how good? "

The matchmakers looked at each other, a little surprised.

This girl has such a big tone, should she choose melons and beans?

Which family of this man is not a prominent family of nobles in the court? Can you pull your face down like this?

Taking advantage of everyone's stunned time, a lean matchmaker pulled her aside, and a silver bracelet slipped off her wrist and landed on An Sheng's wrist.

She smiled flatteringly and asked in a low voice, "I'm from Zhang Hanlin's mansion, and I'll have to ask my sister to say a few words of kindness in front of the second girl."

An Sheng stared eagerly at the silver bracelet on his wrist, with greed, hesitatingly wondered: "I'm afraid I can't help with this, but to be honest, the second girl in my family doesn't want to marry at all."

"What?" The matchmaker was a little surprised and raised her eyebrows: "Is it possible that you have someone you like?"

An Sheng shook his head, and lowered his voice more and more: "You are so sincere, tell the truth, don't make any publicity. My lady wants to keep her deceased wife a few more years of filial piety, so she doesn't want to marry."

The matchmaker smiled but said, "It's not over if you say it so clearly and neatly, why go around in circles? Let's kick your door one after another."

With the movement of the fingertips, the silver bracelet hanging on An Sheng's wrist softened, and was immediately broken off and returned to its original owner.

Before An Sheng could answer, the matchmaker had already left angrily with the handkerchief on.

After walking a few steps, he turned his face, beckoned at the inexplicable old women, and snorted coldly: "Don't leave? Stay here with a warm face and a cold butt?"

Several old ladies looked at each other, glanced at An Sheng, and felt that there must be a way, and immediately twisted their waists to catch up to inquire about the news.

Where did the matchmaker's mouth come from?

An Sheng patted his heart, but it was as crisp as patting a cucumber, so that these old ladies would not persevere. But don't pass it on to your father's ears.

As soon as they arrived at Yaolu, Leng Nanxian and others were having breakfast, shrimp skin ravioli, steamed dumplings with sauce and pork, and two dishes of side dishes.

As soon as An Sheng saw it, he felt hungry.

Just like what Yu Jingyun said, Sister Feng's craftsmanship is very durable, and she still misses the plain and light home-cooked food that she can't eat for a few days.

Qianzhou was a little surprised to see her dressed as a maid.

"Which one are you playing?"

An Sheng shrugged helplessly: "The gate of the mansion was surrounded by people, and it was difficult for me to dress up as a girl and fish out in troubled waters. Is it easy for me?"

"What's wrong?" Qianzhou asked in surprise.

An Sheng scratched his head embarrassedly: "Needless to mention, they are all good matchmakers."

Leng Nanxian lifted his eyelids, glanced at her, lowered his head and continued to eat. The face is neither salty nor light, and one thing has nothing to do with it.

Mrs. Feng got up and served wontons for An Sheng, and said disdainfully, "How can those who follow the trend be worthy of our An Sheng? The next time Mrs. Feng picks you up, I will send all those **** away."

Leng Nanxian still bowed his head and said nothing.

When Qian Zhou heard what Sister Feng said, he suddenly understood, and snickered, "It's hard for someone to marry her, but you still want to do good things to others, so you're not afraid that Miss Ansheng will depend on you?"

An Sheng gave Qianzhou a fierce look: "I'm not going to marry, I'll stay here for the rest of my life, mad at you!"

Qianzhou provokes her with words: "It's duplicitous."

An Sheng held the wonton bowl to warm his hands, and wrinkled his nose at Qianzhou: "If I can be as powerful as Master, and no one dares to bully me, I just don't want to get married. Like now, how cool, what to do to get married Housekeeping?"

She burst into madness in front of Yu Jingyun yesterday, and it was not a whim. Since she took control of the mansion's shop by herself and had a life to rely on, she gradually strengthened this idea.

She used to look forward to marrying and escaping from the Xia family and the Xue family. Now I feel that getting married may not be the only way out for me. If he can become independent, no one dares to provoke him. Why do you want to marry someone, look at other people's eyebrows, and live such an unsatisfactory life?

An Ran's words of grievance frightened her even more, and made her fear getting married.

A decent person like Meng Jinglun, when he entered the Zuisheng Building, faced the temptation of a pile of fat powder, he could retreat completely. However, Xia Ziwu was just a little trick, and Meng Jinglun could hardly hold himself back and made a big mistake.

Then, how many men in this world can achieve three thousand weak waters, only drink from a scoop, and have one pair for the rest of their lives?

Now that his father's status is gradually becoming prominent, in the future, he will marry in the same wealthy mansion. A man with three wives and four concubines is a matter of course in the eyes of the world. It means that for the rest of his life, he will always live in this dirty fight.

What's wrong with yourself?

Sister Feng smiled disapprovingly: "Jing nonsense, how can there be a daughter who doesn't marry when she's too old? That's my sister-in-law."

An Sheng was serious, almost swearing: "I'm not talking nonsense or joking, I just don't want to marry in my life."

Leng Nanxian's hand that was slowly stirring the soup bowl froze, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he raised his obscure eyes to look at An Sheng.

Sister Feng and Qianzhou didn't speak, and looked at Leng Nanxian together.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a while.

Leng Nanxian pursed his thin lips, but just looked at An Sheng, and reminded softly: "Eat it quickly, the wontons will be cold in a while. The two of them will bicker when they arrive."

"Um!"

An Sheng didn't notice the strangeness of the atmosphere, he almost buried his face in the wonton bowl, and devoured it so much that his nose was full of sweat.

Sister Feng and Qianzhou remained silent.

"Master, I met an immortal yesterday!"

An Sheng suddenly raised his head and said abruptly.

"Really?" Leng Nanxian raised his eyebrows slightly, absent-mindedly.

Qianzhou also broke the silence: "Didn't you go out with Shizi Yu yesterday? Where did you meet the fairy?"

An Sheng rolled his eyes and raised his face from the bowl: "How do you know?"

Qianzhou glanced at Leng Nanxian: "Yesterday, Young Master asked Uncle Leng to pick you up from your house, and listen to what the people in your house have to say."

An Sheng said "oh": "I promised Shizi Yu before that if he could find food and save my father, I promised to make a meal for him. I went to a courtyard on the outskirts of his city yesterday. There, I met a fairy."