The little Marquis’ favorite: Madam, she is the richest in the world

The reception room in the main courtyard of Meng Mansion

Meng Yuan, Meng Hong and Jiang Heng were very happy with each other. Looking from a distance, they looked like father and son of the same family.

At least when Meng Xianlian came gently, what he saw was such a peaceful and happy scene.

Meng Hong saw her first and looked over with raised eyebrows, "Don't come here yet."

Meng Xian walked into the hall obediently and greeted him, "Dad, brother."

Meng Yuan showed a fond and gentle look on his face and deliberately joked: "Why, didn't you see Yan Qing here? Don't you know how to call someone?"

Meng Xian's face turned red and she muttered in embarrassment, "Daddy..."

Meng Hong: "Okay, let's get down to business."

"Xianxian, Yanqing is here to hire me."

Recruitment?

Meng Xian seemed to be unable to believe her ears and looked at the man with wide eyes in disbelief.

Jiang Heng was also looking at her with stern eyes, a soft smile lingering in his eyes, "Why are you so surprised? Do you think I won't marry you?"

Meng Xian ignored his joke and looked around, and saw that the servants and nursing staff were carrying camphor boxes tied with bright red silk into the courtyard one after another.

"Are you here to apply for the job alone?" she asked in disbelief.

"My parents are still on the way, and they will probably arrive tomorrow."

When Meng Yuan and Meng Hong heard this, they couldn't help but look surprised.

Meng Hong: "So, you can't wait for your uncle and aunt to arrive before we come together, so impatient?"

Hearing this, the man shrugged helplessly, "It's just as big brother said."

Meng Hong: "..."

Who is your elder brother?

Do you agree? You’re the big brother!

……

When Jiang Weicheng and Su arrived in Jiangnan, Meng Xian suddenly realized;

It turned out that it wasn't that the Marquis of Wu'an and his wife arrived slowly, but that the betrothal gifts were filled with dozens of official ships, and the last official ship loaded with the betrothal gifts was moored at the dock along with the Marquis of Wu'an and his wife.

I have only heard of the red makeup for ten miles, but now the people in the south of the Yangtze River have actually seen this betrothal gift that stretches for hundreds of miles across the river.

Meng Xian was nestled in her courtyard, listening to the discussions of the maids and servants in the mansion.

There was nothing else, except that the betrothal ceremony for their new uncle was so grand and the betrothal gift was so lavish.

The matter of marriage has been dictated by parents and matchmakers since ancient times;

From the moment Wu'anhou and his wife arrived in Jiangnan, Jiang Heng and Meng Xian had no place to talk about this matter.

of course,

When two parents with such a good relationship get together, they naturally talk about everything, and discussing their children's marriage becomes a casual matter.

But no matter what, the recruitment went very smoothly;

At first, because of the war, Jiang Heng missed Meng Xian's hairpin ceremony;

The jade hairpin and red gold key that symbolized the Jiang family's mistress, but were not given out as a gift to her, were finally formally and solemnly handed over to Meng Mian on the day of her appointment.

After a busy day, he returned to his house in Jiangnan. Before he could take a breath, Father Jiang was choked by his son's words and couldn't get up or down.

"Dad, the betrothal gift has been paid, when will the wedding take place?"

Mr. Jiang Weicheng, the old Marquis, has been in court and on the battlefield all his life, and he has rarely been as speechless as he is now.

"You also said that you will only be hiring today, why are you so anxious?"

Jiang Heng: "Can't you be in a hurry?"

"The Liu family's second son is as old as me, but Liu Shangshu has grandchildren. I'm asking you, are you in a hurry?"

In other words, the person who knows his biological father best is his biological son.

After saying this, Lord Jiang's eyes instantly flashed to the proud faces of Liu Shangshu and himself when they were showing off their grandchildren.

But he couldn't resist, because every time he saw the two children of the Liu family, his greed and envy were written on his face.

"...I will talk to your Uncle Meng again tomorrow and try to set the wedding date as soon as possible."

He no longer has anything to worry about with his daughter, only his son is left in front of him every day.

Once his son's worries are resolved, he may be able to retire in peace and not be concerned with worldly affairs.

Meng Yuan could clearly see the thoughts of father and son. Although he was reluctant to let go, he still couldn't fault his uncle in the slightest.

Moreover, if the daughter is not allowed to stay in college, she is willing to do so, so why should he be that evil person?

After looking over all the auspicious days of the year several times, Mr. Jiang and Mr. Meng finally decided on the sixth day of the first lunar month of the coming year as their wedding date.

In this regard, the people of the Meng family felt that it was too hasty and there was no time to prepare carefully for many things;

But Mr. Jiang Xiaohou sighed that he had to wait for nearly a year.

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A New Year that was already of great significance became even more lively because of the arrival of the three members of the Jiang family.

The visitor is a guest, not to mention that he will soon become a legitimate family;

Meng Yuan warmly invited Lord Jiang to bring his wife and children to the Meng Mansion to celebrate the New Year.

And Marquis Jiang is not a coy character, and since he has friendship with Meng Yuan, he is very happy to do so.

On the New Year's Day, Meng Yuan called all three members of the family here and ordered his servants to clear out the most spacious courtyard in the house in advance so that Jiang Weicheng, his wife and children could stay for two days.

Meng Zhou was also there. The three men who had passed their destined years, while chatting with their friends and confidants, seemed to have returned to their high-spirited youth.

Mrs. Meng and Mrs. Jiang were also nearby, eating tea with dried fruits and chatting about homely matters;

Meng Hong, Meng Wan, Meng Qi, Meng Xian and Jiang Heng were writing couplets together in the hall;

In the past, Meng Hong's calligraphy was the best, and every Spring Festival couplet with the character "福" in his home was written by him.

But this year, with Jiang Heng, his calligraphy is also very good, so the task of writing Spring Festival couplets with the character "福" was shared between the two of them.

The three girls were talking and laughing, and "making trouble" from time to time.

Meng Xian thought of something, "Brother, I heard that Sister Lan Yi hasn't accepted you yet?"

Meng Wan chuckled, "He deserves it, who told him to pretend to be an iceberg and ignore others!"

Meng Qi smiled and said, "Are you sure that brother needs to pretend?"

That's just an iceberg, okay?

During this period of time, Meng Hong had long been accustomed to these three leaky sisters gloating about his misfortunes, and he just wanted to ignore them.

But he obviously forgot that none of the three at home were fuel-efficient lamps;

Meng Wan: "Brother, I advise you, this kind of matter should be done sooner rather than later. If you delay it for one day, it will affect your relationship for the whole day. When you finally feel cold and boring, you will have no place to cry."

Meng Qi: "I think so too, not to mention that there is a cousin Luo who is eyeing him."

Meng Xian disagreed, "Cousin Luo is not the problem, the key is Sister Lan Yi. I feel so aggrieved after being ignored by my brother for so many years. If you had let me go, I would have kicked you and I will never care about you in this life."

"It's just that Sister Lan Yi is soft-hearted and willing to give you a good face."

Meng Hong couldn't bear it anymore, "Who told you that she treated me well?"

Meng Wan, Meng Qi, Meng Xian, and Jiang Heng, who was concentrating on writing: "..."