I am Feng Jun

Chapter 396 396. Have you forgotten something?Ok?
Xie Yaocha had such thoughts in her mind, but she didn't show it at all on the surface, but curled her lips a little dotingly, and rubbed her brother's head.

"What are you thinking about so much? Your elder sister Zhu will take care of it. You might as well worry about your dowry!"

"Although you are reconciled, have you ever thought about how to get through the relationship between mother and father?"

Qiao Mo has been watching others for his son recently, and they were quite satisfied with Chao Xiayun, the number one scholar.

But the family didn't have much intention of marrying a husband, and devoted all their attention to their career, and was taken to Yingzhou by His Royal Highness Xi, and then let it go.

Besides, the daughters of those relatives and friends, although they also have some preferences, but under the influence of external forces, none of them seem to be successful.

And Xie Meiting also lacked interest and didn't care at all.

If it weren't for Xie Meiting's resistance, with his looks and talent, he should have married a few years ago.

That is to say, he is nineteen now, and he couldn't wait any longer, so he had no choice but to agree to the blind date arranged by his father.

I thought I could just find someone my parents liked and marry me casually, but I didn't want to solve the misunderstanding of the year at this time.

The heart lake that had been silent for a long time immediately had ripples, and the elegant young man who usually does not eat the fireworks of the world also had a little more youthful air.

Hearing his second sister's question at this moment, Xie Meiting's face turned slightly red, and he lowered his eyes and said.

"Sister Bamboo has already said that she will propose marriage."

"Marriage proposal?" Xie Yaocha asked with raised eyebrows while refilling tea for herself and Ating.

"I won't talk about it, anyway, it has something to do with the Shen family. All the memorials of Young Master Shen Shen on the table of the saint are basically handed over by our mother. Do you think she will accept this marriage?"

Xie Yaocha pointed out this fact very simply.

This point even gave Xie Meiting a bit of a headache, but he was not discouraged by it.

"Sister Zhu said that she won't let Lord Rao intervene in this matter, so Patriarch Shen should go in person, mother, she should agree, right?"

Xie Yaocha picked up a peanut and put it into her mouth, said with a smile.

"Isn't our mother's image of being stern and selfless and defying power not deeply rooted in the hearts of the people? How do you think that Patriarch Shen will be able to do this by himself?"

Xie Meiting turned his head to the side in some annoyance, looked at the blue water moss in the lotus pond not far away, and was a little quiet.

"Sister Bamboo will work hard to get my mother to agree, and I will also go to my mother and tell her what I think."

Xie Yaocha raised her brows slightly, as if she didn't expect her younger brother, who was always well-behaved and obedient, to think so.

"Are you going to talk to your mother yourself?"

Xie Meiting got up from the stool in the lotus pavilion, and the handsome young man walked a few steps along the covered bridge towards the lake, leaned over and touched the petals of the lotus that were within reach, and opened his lips lightly.

"I used to think that I was nothing to her. She could spend a lot of money for many people, and I was just one of them."

"I thought I saw this fact clearly, but every time I think about it, I still feel pain in my heart."

"But now I know that I am the only one in her heart."

The young man among Wan Lian slowly curled his lips, and let out a low smile that sparkled with countless youth, which could compete with Wan Lian for glory.

"She only built this Wanlian Villa for me, raised Youlan Shuizhi, built Suihan Xiaozhu, and planted nine green plums."

"As long as she has me in her heart, I will never be separated from her no matter what."

The boy's voice was very soft, very light, coming with the breeze, as if it would disappear at any time.

But every word fell into people's hearts, leaving an imprint that will never be erased.

"You really think so, you won't regret it?"

Xie Yaocha looked a little more serious, looked at Xie Meiting's thin back and asked.

Xie Meiting got up slowly, turned to look at Xie Yaocha, with a dignified wanton smile that was different from the past.

"Second sister, as long as she doesn't regret it, I will never regret it."

In the middle of the night, Luoshan is completely silent, and the lights in the stone houses have not been extinguished.

Even across the entire courtyard, the Golden Eagle Guards hiding in the forest could sense the bursts of low pressure coming from the house.

It seems that their Feng Shaojun hasn't come back yet.

With a creak, when the door of the stone house was pushed open, the candles in the house were instantly extinguished.

The black figure in the dark night carried obvious low air pressure, and it swept away from the stone house as the center.

The wind in the mountains was not weak at all, but it seemed to be stronger at the moment, and the black-clothed hunters disappeared, but in an instant, there was no one in front of the stone house.

"Your Highness, are you angry?"

"Anyone who is not blind can see it!"

"Tsk, it's scary, His Highness is so angry that there is no grass in a radius of ten meters!"

"I hope Young Master Feng can bear His Highness's anger."

In the yard of a remote farmer at the foot of the mountain, among thousands of lights, this is the only one that is still bright.

A dozen or so rough-clothed men formed a circle inside. The onlookers, who were sitting on both sides of the wooden table, were Shen Ci and Jiang Yang, the leader of Junzilou's team this time.
Roll the dice.

There were more than a dozen empty wine jars scattered on the ground, and the wine bowls on the table were filled with rice wine from time to time, so they were never empty.

After the boy casually drank a bowl of rice wine, someone immediately picked up the jar and filled it up.

Well, the boy specifically ordered it to be warmed.

When the wine hit the wall of the bowl, the young man with open eyebrows also flicked his wrist very skillfully, and clasped the five dice on the table with the tube in a smooth manner.

There was no extra movement, just shaking constantly in the air.

The dice rolled up and down rhythmically in the cylinder, and the young man hooked one foot on the horizontal bar under the table, controlling the chair to lean back. With that half-smile expression, the person opposite was nervous.

As a person who made his fortune by gambling and then entered the gentleman's building, he has already lost all night!

With a click, the tube was clasped on the table, as if it was pinned to Jiang Yang's heart, and a drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead and dripped onto the table.

Shen Ci opened the tube without leaving any suspense, and directly dealt a dimensionality reduction blow to the opponent.

"Young landlord, this hand has been opened before. If it is five six, it is five six!"

"Sure enough, people should not be judged by appearances. It turns out that a younger brother who grows up like this can also shake dice!"

"Look at our brother Jiang playing, you are so drunk!"

The young man shook the chair back and forth for a while, tapped his fingers on the table, his oppressive gaze fell on the face of the person opposite him, and his voice, which was soaked in alcohol, was unusually clear.

"Why, are you taking it now?"

The cold sweat on Jiang Yang's temples couldn't stop slipping down. Having never played with anyone all night, he had long since lost the contempt he had when he first met him, and gradually became more respectful, not daring to underestimate this seemingly innocent young man. young boy.

"The young master has superb skills, and his subordinates admire, admire."

The young man snapped his fingers with his left hand, and the corners of his lips slanted slightly, but he didn't pursue it further, "Just take it, keep drinking!"

As he said that, as the young landlord, he 'led by example' and took the lead in picking up the porcelain bowl that was about to overflow with wine.

However, the wrist was suddenly grasped by a force, which made the wine bowl stop at his lips and could not move forward any more. The faint voice of gnashing teeth came from his ear.

"Did you forget something? Huh?"

(End of this chapter)