The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 507 The business woman who was murdered for money (57)

  When they were in Dongcheng before, Father Su and Mother Su had guessed about this, but Su Qinghuan was not there at that time, and they had never met Murong Chen again, so naturally they didn't take it too seriously.

  At this moment, looking at the strange atmosphere of Murong Chen and Su Qinghuan, as parents, it is hard to tell that this young talent likes his daughter.

  "Qi Dafei, ah..."

  Su's father sighed and shook his head towards Su's mother.

   "Daughter is a strong temper who can't bear grievances. For a fairy like Shi Ziye, I am afraid that even if Huan'er can marry into the Yongchang Palace, I am afraid it will inevitably curb her temper, even..."

  Father Su didn't dare to go on, but seeing Su Qinghuan's respectful and polite look towards Murong Chen, the meaning of alienation had already been revealed, and it might not have been disliked.

  But...Don't dare, or even like it.

  You don’t have a match for someone like this. Do you really think it’s easy to live a happy life if you get married?

  These four words sound very pedantic, but in fact, there is still a reason for it.

  At the very least, when the family is right, the in-laws are generally more worthy of them. Even if the daughter is really wronged, the natal family can support it.

But if Su Qinghuan really married into the Yongchang Palace, being a side concubine would be a lifelong envy for others. They are a small household in the Su family and a merchant family. They may not even give their daughters a head start, but only a fuss. Add disgust.

  ……

  Su's mother didn't understand this truth, but seeing that Murongchen was such a talented person and seemed to like her daughter so much, Su's mother inevitably felt that having such a son-in-law was naturally first-class satisfaction.

  Su's mother held Su's father's hand reluctantly.

   "It's fine, I don't dare to think about this kind of daughter's dream of marrying into the palace and being a princess. I just hope that Huan'er will be safe and happy in this life, and be happy forever."

  Nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, in fact, it is better than countless people to be happy and healthy for a lifetime.

  ……

  After thanking the guests, Su Qinghuan closed the door of Su's Silk House. Through Murongchen's recommendation, the yard she bought to live in was also behind this silk house, which was very convenient.

  At this moment, everyone else had already walked in sevens and eights. Su Qinghuan looked at Murong Chen, who was still standing at the door. She hesitated for a few seconds, and then slightly brushed her body towards Murong Chen.

   "Murong Shizi, what else do you have?"

   "Just look at the two couplets you made."

  Murongchen stared at the two characters Su Qinghuan placed at the gate of the silk house. He had seen Su Qinghuan's handwriting. On the water map presented by Su Qinghuan to the prefect of Dongcheng, Su Qinghuan used small letters with hairpins.

   dignified and elegant, but in the end the small letters of the hairpin flowers are more straightforward, and the characters written by Su Qinghuan have a taste of dancing with shackles.

Just like those scholars who participated in the scientific examination, even if they have thousands of beloved calligraphy in their hearts, but in the end, they will only write Guange style or block letters, it is nothing more than because the strokes are like printed style. The same, let people understand at a glance.

  And today, the two couplets outside the door seem to be written by men. The brushstrokes are wild and unruly, and they have a cursive and romantic style. It is difficult for ordinary people to write such moving calligraphy.

   But Murong Chen has a hunch that this word was written by Su Qinghuan.

   "Miss Su, it’s up to Ben Shizi to guess that the person behind this couplet is also you, right?"

  "The son is so smart, I admire him."

  Su Qinghuan is a little surprised at this moment.

  She looked at the man’s slightly raised phoenix eyes, and only felt that the endless stars were hidden in them. At this moment, the sparkling sparkling made people want to explore, what is hidden behind this galaxy.

  "Sir, how did you guess it? Have you seen another handwriting of mine? But the brushwork should be quite different."

   "This word has your style."

  Murongchen’s indifferent face now has a sense of appreciation that he does not know.

   "If the lower case of the hairpin on that day resembled your appearance, then the cursive of today's couplet is more like your soul."

  But after a short time of acquaintance, he has already seen that Su Qinghuan is a woman who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside.

  Even though she looks like a typical Jiangnan woman, she is delicate and delicate, but in her heart, there are tens of thousands of wild horses that can't be pulled back wild. She will only act according to her own temperament and will not be manipulated by other worlds.

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan didn’t expect to hear such words in Murong Chen’s mouth.

  If Murong Chen didn’t want to sit on the seat of the Ninth Five-Year Lord, perhaps Su Qinghuan would really think about how to become a married couple with each other.

  After all, there are too few confidants who can know and cherish each other.

  The girl fixedly looked at Murong Chen.

  "Unexpectedly, Shi Ziye would describe me this way, but it made Qinghuan a little bit wondering how to answer."

   "Am I wrong?"

   is not wrong, just because...too right.

  ……

  Murong Chen's eagle eyes locked the girl, his eyes showed strong aggression at this moment.

  The man suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed the stone lion in front of Su Qinghuan.

"Qing Huan, I am not trying to force you, but I hope you understand, at least, I understand you. And this man is better than Murong Chen in this world, I dare not say that there is no one in the world, but at least, I don't Difference."

  This not bad description is naturally too humble.

  Faced with the man's sudden approach, Su Qinghuan's eyelids twitched. She was not too gaffe, but respectfully lowered her eyes and sighed.

  "Rongmin's daughter said a word, the requirements of the wife in the mind of the son, I am afraid that Qinghuan may not be suitable, and Qinghuan's standards for the bride are not the same as that of the son."

   "Just because, do you think I won't just love you?"

"I……"

  Murong Chen squinted his eyes.

   "Don't prevaricate me with perfunctory remarks, just answer me directly."

"no."

  Su Qinghuan shook her head.

   "Perhaps the elder son can really love only one person according to his own mind, but what I want is not only love, but only."

  There are indeed no lack of seeds of infatuation among the emperors of the past. There are even those who have married a palace lady who is seventeen years older than him. They are regarded as the love of life, but because he also shoulders the responsibility of the emperor, this concubine is not the only one in the palace.

  ……

"I understand what you mean."

  Murong Chen took a deep breath.

  "I have been thinking about this answer for a long time. I never need a woman next to me. If I say, what can I do?"

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan stared at the man in front of him in a daze. At this moment, he even felt that Murong Chen was a little strange.

   "What...what?"

   "I said, what if I only marry you in this life? The sun and the moon will not be negative."

  The Seventy-two Concubines of Sannomiya and the Sixth Hospital are nothing more than the thoughts of others. He has never liked such a life.

  (End of this chapter)