Yan Jun chases his wife: Madam, don't make trouble!

Chapter 822 Zero Talk

Until the end of the show, Feng Ling didn't have a conversation with the city lord, not even a line of sight, but drank a lot of wine, and when she got up, her body was a little unsteady, and she thought she was about to fall down again On the ground, he never expected a pair of strong hands to support him.

Looking up, he finally had a serious look with the city lord who hadn't looked at each other all night.

"Thank you." Feng Ling quickly shook off his hand, keeping a certain distance from him. Cheng Huabin and the others were already so drunk that they couldn't think of anything else, they couldn't take care of themselves, they would only come over to hug him, saying that they would come again Drink, then go elsewhere to drink.

"It's getting late today, it's time to go home." The city lord hardly said anything all night, and almost all Yang Qingyu was helping to answer questions, so it was rare to hear him ask them to go home this time.

"That's right, the city lord will send someone to send everyone home." Yang Qingyu interrupted Cheng Huabin who was about to speak.

"Okay then, let's go home." Cheng Huabin had no choice but to say, and left with his friend shoulder to shoulder, not forgetting to come back and take Feng Ling away with him.

When the group reached the door, the servants handed over their cloaks one after another. After putting them on, they each boarded the carriage and left. Feng Ling was not drunk enough to be escorted off, so she declined, turned around and left.

Yang Qingyu and the city lord were the last to come out, and they didn't forget to look at Feng Ling's leaving back and said, "Is that the person your lord is looking for?"

"Well, it's him."

"Has your lord seen him?"

"No." The city lord said here, as if thinking of something, he changed his words: "There was a relationship once. During the day, he passed by the carriage I was riding in."

"I see."

In the middle of the night, Steward Ye was about to go back to sleep, when he saw Feng Ling came back, he was a little surprised, "My lord is back."

"Well, I don't need to serve here, you go and rest."

"That's fine."

In the second half of the night, Feng Ling didn't know how she spent it. She was lying on the bed. She should be very tired after drinking so much wine, but she was unexpectedly sober, staring at a certain place in a daze, not knowing what to do. It was time to fall asleep.

While he was sleeping, Steward Ye met several matchmakers, and each matchmaker brought many portraits of the girl's family to the mansion to show Steward Ye. Steward Ye thought it was okay, so he kept the portraits and prepared to wait for Feng Ling to wake up. When the time comes, show him the portrait.

Which one you think is okay, you can make an appointment to meet up, if you don't like it, you can choose another one.After all, with the conditions of the son, there will be many girls who want to marry in.

So when Feng Ling woke up, first a bowl of sobering tea, and then a carefully selected portrait was placed in front of him, and he was asked to look at the portrait while drinking, "My lord, please take a look."

"What is this?" Feng Ling had no memory at all.

"Didn't you say you want to get married? These are all candidates for marriage."

Feng Ling almost spit out the hangover tea, "Housekeeper, are you moving too fast? We just talked about it yesterday, but today we have a portrait?"

"Young master's lifelong event is the most important thing in the mansion, so naturally we can't neglect it."

Feng Ling didn't want Steward Ye to be busy, so she looked at the portraits one by one, nodding if she thought it was okay to keep it, and shaking her head if it wasn't.

In the end, the portraits of the three girls remained, no more, no less, "You have to look at the real people. Although these portraits are beautiful, what if they look ugly!"

"I think so too, then I'll arrange it, how about one a day?"

"Alright, let's go."

(End of this chapter)