Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 32

After lunch, according to the rules, Murong's family, no matter how big or small, should greet the old lady.

No, all the people are gathered in the flower hall, waiting to greet the old lady, and the old lady is sitting on the side, twirling her string of Buddhist beads that never leaves her hand, while Murong Jingxue and her aunt parted. Standing on both sides of the old lady.

Taking advantage of the time when everyone was paying respects to the old lady, Murong Jingxue carefully looked at the faces that were a little strange to her.

The first ones who came forward were two slim figures, one yellow and one basket. If I guessed correctly, they should be the two aunts of Murong Xiangfu, Aunt Zhao and Aunt Qian.

Aunt Zhao is wearing a light yellow cloud smoked sweater that drags the floor in a white palace satin plain snow silk cloud-shaped thousand-water skirt, her hair is combed in a hibiscus bun, and her eyebrows are lightly brushed and covered with thin powder.

As expected of being the number one lady of Yingchun Building, she is really glamorous and charming, even a man can't stand this kind of woman who is so charming to the bottom of her heart!

Different from Aunt Zhao's charm, Aunt Qian has the feeling of a small family jade. I saw her wearing a sapphire blue long skirt with high black hair, a pearl hairpin inserted obliquely in her hair, and a jade belt tying her waist high. Fen Dai, fresh and elegant.

I have to say that these two aunts are really well-maintained, and they look about thirty or so at most.

After the two aunts saluted the old lady, a man in green clothes came forward, with a handsome expressionless face, a straight and slender figure like a benchmark, a healthy wheat-colored complexion, sharp eyebrows, and a tall and straight face. The bridge of the nose, thin but tight lips, and a pair of dark eyes.

I saw him knelt down towards his grandmother, "Grandson pays respects to grandmother."

Old Madam Murong put down the Buddhist beads in her hand, helped him up shortly, and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a few years, Yuan'er is getting more and more handsome, he should be 21 this year, right?"

"Grandmother has a good memory, Siyuan is 21 this year." Murong Siyuan said in a deep voice.

"Have you ever married a wife?"

Murong Siyuan shook his head, an imperceptible sense of loss flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it.

"Aunt Zhao, this is your fault. Yuan'er is already 21, and you still haven't helped him find a good candidate?" The old lady sat down slowly, and sternly said to Aunt Zhao.

Aunt Zhao's face turned pale, and she hurriedly knelt down, "What the old lady taught me is..."

"Grandmother, it's none of my aunt's business. It's because I don't think about starting a family right now..." Before Zhao Ping could say anything, Murong Siyuan hurriedly interrupted, fearing that the old lady would offend his mother because of this matter.

"Yuan'er, it wasn't grandma who said you. You and Sicong were already born when your father was your age, and your younger brother, Sicong, already had several wives. It's good for you, why don't you say you don't want to start a family?" , I don’t think this matter can be left to you.” After finishing speaking, the old lady glanced at Zhao Ping who was kneeling on the ground, “Aunt Zhao, I will leave this matter to you. If there is a suitable lady, I will find a matchmaker. Say kiss and go!"

"Yes, old lady." Zhao Ping replied with her head bowed.

"Grandmother..." Murong Siyuan wanted to say something, but Zhao Ping winked at him, signaling him not to say anything.

In desperation, Murong Siyuan had no choice but to take back what he wanted to say, and stood aside in desperation and stopped talking.

It turns out that this is the eldest son of the Murong family, the magistrate who has been serving in other places, this time he came back specially to celebrate the old lady's birthday banquet.

What Murong Jingxue didn't expect was that this handsome elder brother was not married yet, unlike that Murong Sicong, who was young and already had a group of wives and concubines.

(End of this chapter)