surnamed Wang

A few days later, late at night.

Shen Qianqiu buried his head in the book case, in front of him were the tax accounts of the entire Ru'an Mansion for the past ten years, and things were exactly as he had guessed, shortly after Zhou Kang left, the prefect Zhou Zuo brought his son to make amends.

Different from the domineering behavior just now, the current young master Zhou is like a real son of a family, humble and polite, and his tone of apology is very sincere. Even if Shen Qianqiu is ready, he can't help but doubt whether the man in front of him is really Zhou Kang himself, and also Or maybe it has a twin brother.

Zhou Zuowei is worthy of being an old man who has been in the officialdom for nearly 20 years. With just a few words, he got closer to the newly appointed Hubu Langzhong. Helped find it.

Shen Qianqiu wanted to check the account books, and the official from the Ru'an Mansion agreed without even thinking about it. The next day, he ordered someone to deliver the account books for a full ten years.
Seeing that the car had new and old ledgers, Shen Qianqiu knew in his heart that since the other party dared to let him check, he was not afraid of being checked. As expected, Shen Langzhong, who had read the ledgers for three consecutive days, didn't see any problems.

……

When Shen Qianqiu lowered her head and was busy, there was a light knock on the door, and Li Mizhen walked in with light steps in a lotus skirt.

The woman who returned to her daughter's dress was a little more graceful, and said softly:

"Brother, it's time for supper."

With that said, a bowl of noodle soup was placed in front of Shen Qianqiu. There was a poached egg lying on the slender noodle, and a pinch of finely chopped green onion was sprinkled around it. Make a cry.

At this moment, the whole room is filled with fragrance, including the fragrance of noodles and the elegant body fragrance of the woman.

Shen Qianqiu picked up the chopsticks and couldn't help jokingly said:
"When did Mizhen learn how to cook?"

The woman blushed when she heard the words, and whispered:
"I learned it from my mother at home some time ago."

Mr. Shen was staring at the noodles from the beginning to the end, so he didn't notice the woman's shy expression, he directly picked up the noodles and put them in his mouth, mouthful after mouthful, while the woman stood quietly aside with a smile on her eyes.

Shen Qianqiu didn't even miss the noodle soup, drank it all until the whole bowl of noodles was eaten, then put down the chopsticks, raised the empty bowl in his hand, and smiled at the slightly nervous woman:
"Whether it's delicious or not, I don't need to say more."

The woman took the bowl and chopsticks, and said softly:
"If you like it, I will make it for you in the future."

Shen Qianqiu sat up straight and said seriously:
"It would be best if you could eat it every day."

The woman's cheeks blushed quickly when she heard the words, she lowered her head and dared not look at the man again, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "You go first", and then she fled out of the room.

With a smile on the corner of Shen Qianqiu's mouth, he quietly watched the back of the woman leaving in a hurry, until the woman completely disappeared from sight, Shen Caizi murmured:

"This view is the best."

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In the capital, Nanmen Mansion, since Wang Gangquan visited last time, the head of the Nanmen family has been possessed like a matchmaker, and has been thinking about how to facilitate this good thing.

Although Nanmen's status in Beijing is second to none, it still cannot be compared with the prince who is a member of the royal family. However, if he can rely on this opportunity to get married to the royal family, then the Nanmen family will only go to a higher level in the future.

When Nanmenhong came to the courtyard, he saw his niece sitting alone at a small table in the courtyard, writing something with a pen. He thought for a moment, then walked forward slowly.

Nanmen Fuqing has been familiar with poetry and books since she was a child. Not only is she good at writing, but she is also able to write poems and songs at her fingertips. Because of her family, most of them usually do not go out of the door, so they are not known to outsiders. It can be regarded as a hidden A talented woman in a tall mansion.

Because of her outstanding talent, it is especially rare in the Central Plains, where women are beautiful without talent. Usually, in the printing field composed of thousands of young ladies, this woman in Tsing Yi naturally becomes the person who writes.

……

"He is a beautiful woman, good at poetry, graceful, unique in style, with a face like peach blossoms, and long sleeves."

Nanmen Fuqing muttered softly while writing a line of comments for the new book. At this moment, there were footsteps not far ahead. The woman skillfully closed the book gently and looked up at the person coming.

"uncle."

Nanmen Fuqing was about to stand up and salute, when she saw the middle-aged man whom she called uncle waved his hand, motioning her to sit down at ease.

Nanmenhong came to the table and sat down, and asked with a smile:
"Qing'er, did your father say when he will be back?"

"Last time my father wrote to say that some friends wanted to drop by for a visit. According to the schedule, he should be back in three to five days." The woman answered truthfully.

Nanmenhong nodded, stroked his beard and said:

"I wanted to wait for your father to come back to discuss this matter, since he still has some time to come back, then I will ask you what you mean first.

Even if our Nanmen family is in the capital city, we can be considered a famous family. We don't have to be like other small families who let the younger generation get married for the prosperity of the family without considering the younger generation's ideas.

The little grandfather also said that the family's unhappiness is due to the incompetence of us elders, and we shouldn't have ruined the lives of you juniors. As the person involved, uncle thinks it's better to ask your thoughts. Can't totally make the decision for you. "

When Nanmen Honghua just uttered the first sentence, Nanmen Fuqing, who had been clever since she was a child, had already heard the mid-string sound. The reason why she didn't interrupt immediately was because she was thinking about how to respond to the words.

The woman was silent for a moment, then said softly:
"Uncle Meng's kindness, you know Qing'er's personality, and he is most unwilling to be a man's foil, but as uncle said, I am no longer a little girl, and I will definitely not say, 'Even if I become an old girl in this life, I won't do it. Marriage' nonsense."

Qing'er thought very clearly, ever since sister Zhou got married, I knew that I didn't have much time left, everyone who came from a family had troubles of being a lady, sometimes not a country girl could feel at ease.

The daughter's family is still an outsider after all, and one day she will marry someone else's wife, but compared to ordinary women who are just "losing money", it is a blessing that a woman from a high family can still support the family. "

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Nanmen Fuqing's words were neither humble nor overbearing, which made the Patriarch of the Nanmen Clan on the opposite side sigh. It's a pity that the younger cousin in front of him, who is neither lacking in talent nor inferior in vision, is a woman, otherwise he would be fine. Add one more.

After all the words were spoken, Nanmenhong stopped hiding and said bluntly:
"Qing'er, you are not too young, have you considered marriage, or do you have a sweetheart?"

The woman smiled lightly, shook her head slightly and said:
"My niece seldom goes out. Where can I find someone I like? If uncle has a suitable candidate, let's talk about it for now. If this person has a good character and is in line with the Nanmen family's plan, Qing'er is willing to obey the arrangement."

Seeing the looseness of the other party's words, Nanmen Hong, the head of the family, couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. There are four Nanmen Yan children, and three of them are pillars. He couldn't say anything.

He even sometimes thought to himself, if one of the children of his cousin was talented as a general, what would it matter if he gave up the position of head of the family?

Nanmenhong sighed, tried his best to smile kindly and said:

"Niece Xian, what do you think of the Eighth Prince?"

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